nuts to the world!

I let G wear shorts while we went to Panera last night.

*** This morning ... ***

Is it cold this day (always says "this day" instead of today)?

Yes.

Oh nuts. 

It's winter.  

Nuts to the world!

It will be cold until it's summer again.

Well ... can I wear shorts today because I am three?

I don't know.

Camo shorts?
I got you some new jeans last night that you could try ...

Are they short jeans? (shorts)
No, they are jeans ... long pants ... because it's winter.

Oh.  Am I three years old?
Yes.

Can I wear shorts this day because I am three?

We'll see ...

a little conversation

G and I were talking about something and I was explaining something and I said ...

"Well ... remember when J and I went on the cruise?
G: "Yes ... and I was so so sad.  And I missed you.  And I cried.  And I wanted you to come back.  

And you DID!  You did come back and I was YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!"

Mommy: "I did come back." 
G: "Was I a baby then?"
Mommy: "No, you were three ... and now you are three and a half.  We celebrated your birthday when it was your last day of being two. Then, the next morning it was your birthday ... but I didn't see you because J and I had to go to the airport so early."

G: "Will I have another birthday?"
Mommy: "Yes, in May you will be four."

G: "And I'll be as big as E!"

Mommy: "No ... you won't.  He will still be older and he will be turning 8.

And when you turn 5 he'll be 9.  And so on.

When you turn 6 he'll turn 10."

G: "What the heck???  I have a bunch of birthdays!?!"

more about the darling bear outfit

This morning ...

G knows I think his bear outfit is so cute -- but he doesn't like it.  I hadn't even mentioned wearing it -- but apparently it was on his mind and he was trying to figure out how to avoid wearing it.

G: "Can you wear bear shirts to church, Dadda?"

Daddy: "Yes, you can."

G: "No, you can't.  It's against the law!"

Mommy: "No, it isn't.  You can wear bear shirts to church."

G:  "No.  The pastor says you can't!"

a little moon sliver

Gun: Ezzie called me a dork so I'm going to make a "wanted" sign.  (E often makes signs about his older brother being wanted.  They're pretty funny ... but the oldest brother always destroys them before I can get a photo taken.)

So Gun plopped down with a marker and pape ... stared at the paper briefly and put his hand on his head ...

Gun: I can't because ...

Daddy: You don't know how to spell?

Gun: Uh-huh.  So I'm just going to make a moon ...

He started drawing his moon.

Daddy: You're making a sliver.

Gun: Yes, it does look like a sliver (meaning tiny foreign object in your hand/foot) ... but it's a moon :)

fun fun fun fun fun

Out of the blue G started telling me this ...

"Once last winter I remember a giant funfunfunfunfun!

Halo was pulling us in the tube and she was going so fast 

and Ezzie was not holding on.  

I had to hold on so I didn't fall off.

I was like hold unhold hold unhold hold unhold hold unhold."

Me: "Why were you unholding?"

G: "For fun!  Just for fun!"

Me: "You just told me a story."

G: "Uh-huh."

Me: "It's good practice for school ... when you get older and have to write journals and stories."

G: "Uh-huh.  It's a good idea."

G: "Oh,and once she flipped me up then down.

And I was holding on. The whole time I was holding on.

I was holding on for a long time and holding on and I didn't fell.

Isn't that so funny, Mama?"

Then he proceeded to sing "I love my mama!"  

He probably sang this a dozen times.

Three year olds can be so delightful :)

Also, G is so thankful ... for even the most basic things ... 
Like ... thank you for taking me to church ... thank you for taking me to school (he says this and he doesn't even attend ... we drop the kids off and pick them up and he says hi to people so he loves it anyway).

foofie-isms

I like to over-achieve every time!

I was thinking I could do my math book in a month and then I'd be math-free the rest of the year! 

Don't drive behind cars with "baby on board" signs ... they are always slow.

blue jacket for sale

I think this was 6 days ago (or maybe 13?).  G and I dropped Foof and Ez at Awana and then we were going to run a couple of errands.  It was pretty chilly but G wasn't dressed for it.  He has been protesting wearing pants all fall ... he is slightly open to wearing pants if his camo pants are clean ... otherwise no way.  We've had lots of issues trying to overcome his pickiness.  I got him this darling outfit at Costco ... it has a vintage look to it and it has a big bear head on the shirt ... but the sweatpants are tight at the bottom.  I made him wear them this outfit and it was painful for all of us.  Anyway ...

It was chilly and he was in shorts and a tee short ... and lucky us ... I found a jacket stashed under one of the seats in the van ... and it was even one of G's jackets!

Me:  Hey, look!  Here's your blue jacket ... now you don't have to be so cold walking across the parking lot.
G: I won't wear it.  It's we-ud!!!  (weird)
Me: No, it isn't.  Why do you think it's weird?
G: It has bullet pockets.
Me: Well, I would think you would like bullet pockets.  You could put your bullets in them ...  Where are these bullet pockets anyway?
G: Inside, I think.
I couldn't find any inside pockets ... and only two regular pockets on the outside.
Me: I know you don't like the bullet pockets ... but some people get upset when they see little kids without warm clothes on when it's cold outside. So let's just put it on anyway ...
G: I'm not wearing it.  I'm SELLING it.  Seven dollars.  Sixteen dollars.  Nineteen dollars.
I laughed ...
G: Actually it's FREE.
I laughed again ...
G: It is, Mama.  It is!  It's FREE and it's not mine.
He won ...

Then ... a few days later while we were in the van, G spilled on himself and that's always upsetting to him.
I jumped in the back and looked for something to dry him with and all I could find was the blue jacket.

Me: Here ... we'll just dry you off with this jacket you're selling ...
G laughed :)