Funny Times, Funny Kids, Funny Life

There are definite challenges to having 3 kids aged 5 and under (with one on the way....) but overall it's all pretty great.  And even when it's not, it's usually funny.

Andrew set up a little mini picnic in his room for him and Em while Charlie was napping.  He even had a cup of water with two straws.  Ha, they're adorable.

 Andrew - "Dad, your arm smells great, your knee smells like flowers, and your hair smells like Oscar the Grouch."

Daddy making a house for the kids

 Andrew was very upset the other day because his shirts didn't have enough pizazz.  I'm not sure where he learned that word, but he was pretty sad about it.

Dancing with the littlest ones in the living room (and not forgetting to include Night-Night)

Reading and playing games with Daddy

Andrew is usually the first one up.  This day he made breakfast for everyone.

 When I asked Emily what her favorite color was, she said, "Ummmm.....yellow! Because I AM YELLLLLLOWWW!!!"

This is the craziest eyed picture I have ever taken of anyone...ever.  I was making her laugh before her naptime and apparently she was REALLY excited to see what I was going to do next.  It makes me laugh out loud every time I look at it.

Buddies.

 Andrew talking to the other kids: 
A:  Ok, people, who wants Whale crackers?
E and C: Me!
A: (said with a little chuckle)Okay, okay.  Calm down, kids.  Here you go.

Quite literally crying over spilled milk

This boy sure knows how to strike a pose.

It started snowing the other day, so Andrew got everyone ready to go out and play.  He said they were all ready at this point...

Charlie likes when we put stuff on his head and say, "Oh Charlie.  Nice hat!" so here he is with Andrew's pj pants on his head.  He didn't want to take them off.

Some big shoes to fill.

Funny Talkers

Here's Andrew fixing Emily's hair.  He said it was becoming pretty, prettier, prettiest.

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Me:  You're such a great kid.  Where did I get such a great kid?

Andrew:  From your tummy.

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Emily looking in the toilet - "Oooo, it's so dark and spooky in there!"

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Emily: Dad, I need my smokes!

Daddy:  Did you just say you need your smokes?

E: Yes!  I need my smokes.  My smokes!  MY SMOKES!!!!!!!!

Then she proceeded to freak out while we tried not to laugh too hard and racked our brains trying to figure out what the heck she wanted.

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Overheard -

Andrew:  Emily, are you forgetting something important?

Emily:  What, Andrew?

A:  I love you.

E:  I love you, too.

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Charlie had a really fun time with Halloween this year, which he calls 'Ween.  He has become quite the candy monster.  If I have to hear him begging for the candy in the pumpkin (Punky Ween!  Punky Ween!!) one more time, I may lose my mind.  One day he came in and said, "It's Ween!  I like Ween!"  Pretty cute.

 

 

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We were heading to a friend's house when I remembered to grab a diaper for the bag.  Charlie followed me and grabbed about 6 diapers. 

Me:  Charlie, I don't think we need that many, unless you're planning on going potty a LOT.  Like, a whole lot.

Charlie: *Looks at the diapers for about 15 seconds*  Uh.......yeeeah.

Me: You're planning on going a whole lot?

Charlie:  Oh yeah.

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When Charlie wants help with something, he always asks me to "open door."

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Today Mike told Emily to stop putting the milk from her cereal on the table.  Andrew told us that "Emily is not grown up yet, like 5.  She's just learning how to eat cereal.  She's not grown up like me."

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Last night Michael and Andrew were reading a  book on animals, and they saw and owl.

Andrew:  Dad, do you think this owl is wild or crucified?

Michael: *brief silence*  Do you mean wild or domesticated?

A: Oh, yeah.

M:  Well, I think it's wild.

A:  Oh, no. It's domesticased because it doesn't try to eat me.

 

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When we were in the car listening to a song, it said something about a popcorn stand.

Andrew:  A popcorn stand?!

Charlie: Oh no!!!  Oh.....no.  Popcorn.  Stand.  Oh no!

            I'm really not sure what he thought a popcorn stand was.

 

They crack me up!

I would like to title this picture, "I made a mistake and went to the bathroom while the kids were eating spaghetti."  Charlie.  Oh, Charlie.

The picture doesn't really accurately show the horror that was spaghetti sauce all over the walls, table, chairs, and the boy, so I decided to recreate my face when I saw it.

And yes, I still love them.

Scooter Boy Turned to Concussion Kid

 

THE CRASH 

 

 Michael got in an accident on his scooter that flipped the whole thing, wrecking it, and scraping him up.  He also got a concussion and scared us all half to death.  He was normal at first, then went downhill fairly quickly.  He was slurring, saying things like, "Hospital is where they die." and staring in space.  Andrew came up to him and asked him a question, and he answered slowly and slurring all while staring off into nowhere and looking like he was going to fall asleep sitting up.  Some of his co-workers came by the house to check on him and ended up giving up their entire evening bringing him to urgent care, then the ER.  They brought us all dinner and stayed with him the whole time.  I got a million texts of concern and offers to come watch the kids.  Everyone expressed their love and concern.  No one judged me for staying home with the kids while they did all the hospital work. 

 

When his co-workers stopped by the office to get some work to do while waiting at the ER, he went up to a broken down, nasty truck and wouldn't come back to their car, because he was convinced that there were either chickens or puppies in there.  They had to go lead him back to the car.  Then he was mad at them because it would have been awesome if it had been puppies.  Makes sense.  :)

  

  The logical part of my brain kept trying to reign in my crazy pregnancy brain, but I still ended up basically bawling all night until he was on his way home.  Thoughts of what they could find, thoughts of what if he hadn't been wearing a helmet, and just basically thoughts of trying to stop crying just made me cry harder.  I was pathetic.  Seriously pathetic, and the normal part of my brain was looking at me with wide-eyed wonder/horror.  So I was super grateful for the normal people in our lives for taking care of Mike.

 

  Two of our friends from church came to the hospital, too.  Part of my crying like a baby was also from the extreme outpouring of love I felt from so many of our friends and family.  I also really felt the Savior's love and His attempts to calm me down.  :)

 

  I can't begin to thank everyone who helped that day, both physically and with kind words and support.  I realize he turned out to be okay and nothing terribly serious happened, but it was scary and he's getting better and I'm just so grateful.

 Thank you!