Summer Edition!!

5.28.15

Playing at the park…

Hendric (6): Mama, I not sure you can do this (move on the jungle gym).  It takes a lot of focus, exercise, and knowing what you’re doing.

6.8.15

Hendric, discovering a product at the grocery store: I can’t believe broccoli pancakes are a real thing.  Troubling times will come with broccoli pancakes.

6.10.15

From my husband–date night at family camp:  Is it as fun to be married to me as I think it probably is?

6.15.15

Mini-golfing with the crew:

Hendric: I am trying to use hard work and old-fashioned brain power to get it to go in.

6.20.15

Me:  Gibson, you are almost 3 years old.  The whining has to stop.

Gibson (2): I am very almost 3.  And Langley is almost bigger.  And you are almost a giant.

6.25.15

My mom (Mamaw):  I am going to Mexico this week, what do you want me to bring you?

Gibson: Quesadillas!!

7.1.15

Running in the backyard…

Hendric: Gibson, do you wanna go play and touch each other??!!

Me:  That game is called Tag and never ever ever refer to it as that ever again.

Hendric:  I didn’t know if Gibson would know what tag was, so I was trying to say it how he would understand.

Just no.

7.10.15

We just pulled some tomatoes from our backyard…

Gibson:  I’ll eat that when you turn it into macaroni and cheese.

My brood at family camp.  There are no words for the specialness that abounds here.

My brood at family camp. There are no words for the specialness that abounds here.

 

 

 

 

It’s gonna be craaaaaazyyyy!

3.10.15
During math, we were talking about making two sides of an expression equal and we using the example of how two weights on a sides of a scale need to be equal to be balanced.
Hendric (6): You mean like our weights. You and I, our weights are soooo not even close to equal.
3.11.15
During history, we were talking about Europeans (pronounced Europins by Hendric) coming to America during the time of exploration…
Hendric: Those Europins are dead now, right? Because I don’t want any of those Europins in my America! Go make your own America, Europins!
3.18.15
Talking about when I was born…
Hendric: Was that like 1949?
Me: Uh no.  I wasn’t even alive in 1949.
Hendric: Well what was 30 years before 2015?
Me: I was born in 1985.
Hendric: Wooooah. They don’t even make years like that anymore.
3.22.15
Doing a chemistry experiment to make slime…
Hendric: Um, I can ASSURE you Mama that this is not the recipe for slime that we used in preschool.
4.10.15
Hendric:  I know a great way to abbreviate when I need to say, ‘lick my finger.’  I will just say LMF so I can say it faster.
4.14.15
Hendric: Mama, did you know that milk can grow hair? I spilled some over there other day and it’s starting to grow hair.
4.15.15
Gibson (2): I’m going to throw an Easter egg at you
Hendric: That was dark, son.
4.18.15
Gibson got an ear infection and we were in the store trying to find some drops to numb his pain.
Hendric:  Mama, I think we need this for Gibson.  I don’t know what it is but I think it will really help him.  What is an (reading from the box) enema anyway?  Look how calm this guy is in the picture on the box!  We would just have to lay Gibson down like this:
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and then everything would be okay!  He will love it.
I think not.
5.1.15
Me: Langley stop eating food off the floor.
Hendric: It’s like she’s learning how to find bugs in the forest like a homeless person. It’s training for her.
5.2.15
When discussing if we could leave Langley in her outfit when we go to Sam’s club after she got spaghetti sauce on the snaps of her onesie…
Hendric: Well, how do you feel about crotch sauce?
5.3.15
Gibson: Mama, I’m gonna go toot on the potty and it’s gonna be craaaaaazyyyy!
This one I posted on Facebook, but it was too good not to share again.
5.4.15
I knew Uptown Funk was going to be a problem but the kids and I have such fun dance parties to it that I figured I would let it slide.

Until today.

Gibson, who is two, doesn’t exactly have great diction. And he really likes to change the words of songs. So he decided that during his brother’s soccer practice he would continually yell, “uptown f*** your face!”

Obviously a proud parenting moment.