Crapping!

Earlier today Dawsen was watching a funny show and I heard him say, "Dallen, that guy is crapping me up!" Excuse me? Pardon me? I asked him what he said and he repeated the same thing, "That guy is crapping me up."

No my little man, you're crapping ME up!

Loving these boys...

Beep!

Dallen's been learning about the body systems at school and he's fascinated with them. He draws pictures of them and says crazy things like, "I feel the food going through my digestive system. Right now it's all broken up from the stomach acids and it's moving into my small intestine." :) So this morning...

Dallen: Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I'm afraid of the beeping.

Me: What beeping?

Dallen: I'm afraid the beeping will stop.

Me: You're afraid what beeping will stop?

Dallen: I'm afraid my heart will stop beeping.


Okay so it's so sad that this is his fear, but I had to crack up before I resolved it. Beep, beep, beep!

LOVING these boys.

Trouble w/ a Capital T!

Tonight at the end of scripture study Terron asked the boys what we had learned.

Dallen: "We need to follow Jesus."

Terron: "What happens if we don't?"

Dawsen: "We get in trouble."

Terron: "What kind of trouble?"

Dawsen: "BIG trouble."

Well...it's true, right? :)


LOVING these boys.

Hips Don't Lie

Dawsen: "Mommy, when Dax drinks the milk it goes to his tummy?"

Me: "Yup."

Dawsen: "Then how come when you eat it goes to your hips?"


Loving these boys.

The Truth About Santa

Today the older boys were talking about a Diego episode they were going to watch about Diego saving Christmas. During their conversation I said in jest, "Wait a minute - are you saying Diego IS Santa Clause?"

Dallen - "NO! Santa is Santa."

Me - "I was just kidding. Do you know how I know that Diego isn't Santa?"

Dallen - "How?"

Me - "Because I'M Santa. Seriously."

Dallen - "Whatever, Mom."

Me - "It's the truth. I buy your presents, then after you go to bed on Christmas Eve me and Daddy stay up and put all your presents out for you."

Dallen - "Ya right, Mom." (Seriously not believing 1% of it or I probably wouldn't have said all that.

Me - "Why don't you think I'm Santa?"

Dallen - "Because you're just not that cool."

Not that cool, huh? Ha! Well....I tried. They can't ever be mad at me when they find out because I told them! And now I've even documented it!

Loving These Boys...

Bath Toys

I LOVE a good, hot bath. Anytime, really, but especially when I'm pregnant. Even when I'm not big and huge yet it seems to help relax my body and even helps with my morning sickness. When I was pregnant with Duncan there was a night that I was prepping my bath (still dressed, fyi) and I was using the boys toy boat to mix the water. Dallen walked in, assessed the situation with a curious look on his face and asked, "Mommy, do you want to play with some of my other bath toys, too?"

Fast forward to this pregnancy. Last week I was again prepping my bath, using the boat to mix the water when Dawsen walked in. He gave the same perplexed look as Dallen had, but asked, "Are you playing with my boat? You didn't ask!"

Yes, my boys, I play with all your toys when I'm in the privacy of the bathroom. Little did you know... NOT! :)

Loving these boys...

Funny Lookin'

Terron was teasing with Dallen the other day and Dallen's response was, "Oh, Daddy, you're the funniest guy I've ever seen."

Ditto. Hehehe.

Loving these boys...

The Devil's Team

Awhile ago during a family home evening Terron used the analogy of us being on Heavenly Father's team or the devil's team. We choose everyday who we want to win by how we act, even though we all know who's going to win in the end. Whose team do we want to be on?

So yesterday we had tithing settlement. We sat down in the bishop's office which was hotter than the sun.

"So how is the James family?" asks the bishop.

"Well, we've kind of been on the devil's side lately, Dallen answers. "We just like to hit each other and fight a lot so we've been choosing the devil."

The bishop's expression was priceless. :)

Loving these crazy boys...

Pretty Boy

Dawsen went upstairs after breakfast one morning to wash his hands. Shame on me for actually thinking I didn't need to chaperone him! My make-up was still sitting on the counter waiting for me. He DID wash his hands, then decided he wanted "pretty eyes" like mine. YIKES!! The funny thing is that his eyelashes beat mine anyday, even without mascara!

Loving these boys...

Nonsense

English is such a weird language! I guess I never really thought it through until I started watching my children figure it out for themselves. They say so many silly things that after reflecting on I realize, they're exactly right!

One that is both making me laugh and driving me crazy at the same time comes from Mr. Dawsen. He's constantly saying "I amn't" instead of "I'm not. " He's RIGHT! We always take the O out of not, but for whatever reason not in this circumstance. Or could we abbreviate both "I am" and "not" and make it "I'mn't?"

Something to consider!

Loving these silly boys...

Spacey

Last night we were reading a book about outer space and it mentioned that if you screamed something in outer space to the person right next to you they wouldn't be able to hear you. Terron said to Dallen, "Did you know that?" To which Dallen replied, "Ya, that's because they're both wearing helmets."

What a wise child.

Loving these boys...

I Spy

One of my favorite games to play with the kids is I Spy. It's perfect to distract them -- changing the subject, stopping whining, etc., as well as occupying their little minds while we're waiting for something. It's also a great way to teach numbers, colors, shapes, new objects, etc. Last month Terron ran inside a store while the rest of us waited in the van. The kids started to complain so I headed up an awesome game of I Spy. We were parked right by a handicapped sign. I wanted to use that for my turn, but knew my kids didn't know what it meant. After playing for awhile Dallen said, "I Spy a sign that is a blue rectangle and has a picture of a guy sitting on a toilet."

I knew exactly what he meant. :)



Loving these boys.

Are You Smarter Than A Preschooler?

Apparently I'm not!!! A few weeks ago Dallen saw a table that had five sides.

He counted, "One, two, three, four, five...it's a pentagon, Mom!"

"Hmmm...I actually think it's a hexagon. A pentagon has six sides."

"No, Mom. It's a pentagon."

So I ask, "Where did you learn about pentagons anyways?"

"Blues Clues."

Come to find out HE was right and I was mixed up. Nothing like being shown up by a five-year-old!

PS - Thanks Blues Clues!

Goggles

Although I only got a pic of #2, both boys have recently decided that wearing goggles all day is cool. It cracks me up when I see peoples reactions at the store or simply watching the boys as they watch a movie through their goggle eyes. So weird. And yes, we're perfectly aware the goggles are on completely wrong - they both prefer the strap either on or under their ears and down low on the back of their heads. Looks terribly uncomfortable to us, but they're happy so whatever!!!!

His Brother's Keeper

One day during Dawsen's nap I checked on him only to find a random piece of bread on his head. When I asked Dallen if he put it there he quickly admitted it was him and said, "I was watching him sleep and thought he might be hungry when he wakes up so I got him a snack." Ahhhh... Eneryone needs a buddy like that. :)

Bottom's Up!

A few months ago we got a new couch for the family room which has become Dawsen's favorite place to crash (and drool) each afternoon. He's a BIG boy, but still seems so small when I find him in positions like this!

Laundry Surprises

When I wash Dawsen's laundry it's perfectly normal to find a random object or two thrown in with the clothes, but this week was a doozey! Check out all this loot from his laundry hamper!

Prayers

Dawsen has taken to clasping his hands together during prayers instead of folding his arms. Dallen also did this for awhile and I'm not really sure where they picked it up other than maybe church pictures. A few weeks ago Terron was praying and I gave him a signal to stretch it out a bit longer so I could quietly snag the camera and snap a picture. Okay, so it wasn't the most reverent by me, but it just had to be done. :)

Dallenisms

Every child seems to have weird words or phrases that they struggle to pronounce correctly, right? I think they're cute. They add personality. Terron and I decided early on that although we would continue using the CORRECT words ourselves, we WOULDN'T correct them (unless they asked) until it got to a point that it actually mattered.

Dallen's going to Kindergarten this fall and it's starting to matter to me. I mean, how's he going to learn how to spell things if he thinks the word is pronounced completely different? The second thing is that Dawsen is picking up on some of his mistakes, thinking that's really the way something should be said. We certainly don't need that.

From the beginning Dallen called girls grills. "I LIKE grills, Mommy!" "You're a grill and I'm a boy." Awhile ago he started catching on (on his own) that the pronunciation was different. Now he pronounces girl just right. The problem? We now have "girl-cheese sandwiches for lunch. Oh dear...

Easily his favorite mispronunciation is making the first syllable of a word "be." "I'll betect (protect) you from the fire dragon!" "I'm so becided (excited) and beprised (surprised) that we get to have our friends over!" Let's betend (pretend) you're the student and I'm the teacher." Rest assured that there is no "be" added to the majority of his sentences, but when we do here them, those are the words we hear the most.

The day will come when there will be no more Dallenisms. And I have to admit that as much as they occasionally drive me crazy, I'll be the first to miss them.

Loving these boys.

Aw...crap! :)

Last Saturday Terron was working on framing the basement and left the garage door open. Dawsen escaped (of course) and I found him standing on the grass in the front yard. After a quick rebuke to get inside he said, "Mommy, there's poop on the grass!"

"Dog poop?" I replied

"No, MY poop!"

His underpants proved perfectly clean, but there was a little on his foot so I'm led to believe that he seriously dropped his drawers and unloaded in the front yard.

We are SO white trash. :)

Loving these boys.