More things they say

There are a few "catch phrases" we've been hearing from the boys lately. Some are cute. Some are too repetitive to be cute, but here they are with a brief interpretation/ explanation.

Sam: Mommy, I like Christmas better than naps. (What he doesn't realize that as an adult a nap makes it feel like Christmas.)

Jack: You snuggle "eff" me 2 minutes. (He really means snuggle and talk to me until you run out of songs to sing and I am done with you for the night.)

Jack: Mooooommeeeeeeee, Bubby's not sharin.' (It means there is a toy I really want to use right this second. My brother is using it, and it's not my turn, but I don't want to wait a moment longer.)

Sam: Mommy, Jack isn't sharing with me. (There's a toy I really want to use right this second. My brother is using it, and it's not my turn, I don't want to wait a moment longer).

Jack: I'm a big boy right? (Only 8-12 times per day- often to promote his cause of doing something that "big kids" get to do.)

Sam: No, I didn't. Jack did.

Jack: No, I didn't. Sam did.

Mommy: No, you may not wrap a belt around your neck. No, it's really not a scarf.

Jack: Can I go see Dr. Hart? You wanna hear my cough? (Granted, Dr. Hart is a super cool guy, but our insurance doesn't cover social visits to the office.)

Mommy: Do you really have to go potty? If not you need to get back in bed.

Sam: Mommy, I really love you..... can I have a snack?

Sam and Jack: Can we watch a wittle show?

Sam and Jack: Where's my blankie? (It doesn't matter where it is in the middle of the day. Blankie's are for bedtime only.)

Jack: I've really been missin' you. (Any time you've been out of his sight for more than 30 minutes.)

Jack: Mr. Aaron is sooooo strong. He opens the door. (Mr. Aaron is Jack's Sunday school teacher, and we are grateful for his and Mrs. Emily's faithful service and love for 2-year olds. As far as how much he can bench press- I'm not sure. But if opening the door qualifies one are strong then Mr. Aaron is Mr. Universe. Jack LOVES him and his class.)

Sam: How fast are you going, Daddy?

Sam: Mommy, are you going too fast? Are you going to get a ticket again? (Yes, I said 'again.' In my defense in the last 15 years of driving, I have been pulled over only one time for speeding- on my way from the Dr for Sam- with 3 diagnosed illnesses and filling the 3rd and 4th prescription of the week- trying to get my little sickie home for a nap. The blue lights went on, and I became 'that woman.' You know the one- the one who starts weeping on the side of the road, becoming more and more hysterical by the moment, as my children in the back seat look on. Not my proudest moment. I realize that this could be a post in and of itself, but I can hardly stop now. My oldest asks, "Is mommy going to jail?" Cry harder. I'm sorry. I think a clean 15 year driving record along with uncontrollable tears, 2 prescriptions is hand, and a sick child in the back should warrant a little grace NOT A TICKET!!!! Yes I was speeding. And yes, I probably deserved to be pulled over. I just think that if ever a warning was appropriate- this was the time. I was especially miffed when I went to traffic court and overheard 2 upstanding citizens discussing with an officer whether they had 2 or really just 1 open container of alcohol in their vehicle when they were stopped. Because, you see, they had just poured one beverage into the other cup condensing the 2 into 1. Really only 1 citation was valid since the other "open container" was actually empty. Clearly I am the danger to society. I understand how the law works when it comes to alcohol and operation of a motor vehicle. The officer who happened to stop me clearly should have taken this into consideration. Don't worry. I'm not bitter. Anyway, ever since this event Sam likes to remind me not to go too fast. Thanks, Buddy.)

Sam and Jack: I'm fastest, biggest, first, strongest, tallest, highest, etc. (Why must everything be a competition?)