More K and B "isms"

I almost always have a story to tell Matt about something that the kids say or do while he is out on a trip. I am so thankful that I get to spend so much time with them and get to hear and see all of the things that they do. (Even on the days that I want to pull my hair out because they have completely worn me out). I know that there will be a day when they don't want to be as open with their thoughts, so I want to soak them all up while I can. Here are a few of the things that they have said to me or in my presence lately...

Braden often goofs off and ends up hurting himself. When he does he runs to me and tells me what happened. Here are a few examples:

"Braden, why are you crying?"
"I was jacking around and I bumped my dome!"
(Translation - I was goofing off and hit my head)

"Braden, what happened?"
"I was jumping on my bed and I hit my chinny chopper."
(His chin).

This morning I made monkey bread for their breakfast. They got to help a little, but mostly just stood at the counter to watch. After eating all of his breakfast he said, "MMMMM, that was mighty good monkey bread I might add."

Kaylee has been learning to read lately. One night I was reading the book The Shack (which is wonderful by the way), and she decided she wanted to have some "adult" conversation. She sat down beside me and said, "So, mom - How's The Shack? Let's talk about it."

Today we were talking about why she doesn't need to be taking nail polish from the top of the refrigerator and taking it to soccer games to paint her friends' nails. A few minutes later I heard her say, "Yeah, I am kinda clumsy at nail painting..."

This evening we were talking about the fact that our pastor is moving and we will be getting a new pastor someday. She responded with, "Oh, I'm sad. I'm sure gonna miss Pastor Bill. What's Kentucky like? Do they talk funny there? I wonder if we'll get a new pastor from China? If we do, I won't be able to understand him? They talk really different there. Well, maybe Mr. Roger can be our pastor." (She took very few breaths between each sentence. She didn't give me a chance to even respond to each question before asking a new one).

Back to the lack of "l's" in our vocabulary. About a month ago we were eating lunch with Matt's mom and brother and sister in law's family. We were in a fairly nice restaurant and really just wanted the kids to behave. They did okay until the bowl of lemons came out. The three girl cousins grabbed some first and left no lemons for Braden. He's not the best at controlling his temper at times and he shouted out, "I reawwy, reawwwy want a wemon." It sounded really funny and we told a few people about him saying that in a quiet restaurant. They thought it was funny and asked him about it. When the ladies that cut his hair asked him if he liked lemons, he responded with, "Yeah, I wike reawwy big, huge wemons!!!" I think Matt wanted to climb under the chair at that point because he knew that did not come out good at all.

Apparently I don't give my kids enough treats when we are out running errands. One day I decided to take Kaylee with me to the school for an hour of tutoring. On our way we had to stop at Wal-mart and mail a package for Matt. I decided that I would let her pick out one pack of candy and a drink to take with her to the school to give her a little extra special attention. She was so excited and went right to the starbursts. On the way to the school she was just beaming with excitement over the silly starbursts. Finally, she said, "Mom, whenever I ask you for candy at the store you just say no! But, not today - today you said YES! Today is THE day! I am so happy!" (If only starbursts would make her happy when she is 16)...

This is the conversation I heard in the back seat the other day...

"Look - it's an airplane. I wonder if Daddy is flying it. He's a pilot you know." (Braden)

"Daddy's not a pilot!" (Kaylee)

"Yes, he is! He flies the Hawker XP" (B)

"Well, yes he does fly the Hawker XP, but he's not a captain. He only has three bars, but when he gets four bars he'll be a captain." (K)

(And you think that they don't pick up on things we talk about from time to time...)

"I need a break"

Well, today was Braden's first soccer game. For the past two and a half years he has sat on the sidelines with me as we watched Kaylee take swimming lessons and take part in dance class. He was so excited that this year he would be able to do his own thing. Even more - he would be playing with his best buddy. As far as he knew it would just be the two of them out there playing by themselves and that was okay with him. Over the past few weeks he has told every one we come into contact with that he is going to play soccer. He got really excited when he got his new soccer shoes and his "knocker things" that I had to remind him are really called "shin guards." He has done a great job at not kicking his soccer ball in the house (because Daddy D says not to play ball inside). His first practice was quite interesting from what I hear. Actually, Matt described it as a "kindergarten fire drill." Since I taught kindergarten for one year, I quickly understood. However, I don't think anything could have totally prepared me for today...

The game was at 1:00. We planned on leaving at 12:00 and being there 45 minutes early, but I wanted him ready early. At 10:30 I put his shirt and shorts on him. Kaylee came in and laughed because "Mom - he's so cute - it looks like he's wearing a dress." (Yes, the smallest jerseys are still huge on the 3 year olds). I tightened his shorts and walked away for a few minutes. When I came back they were on the floor and he was just standing there looking at me saying, "Mommy my shorts fell off." Okay - we already had a wardrobe malfunction at Kaylee's dance recital last year and I was not about to have my little boy on the soccer field run out of his shorts. We still had an extra hour, so we loaded up and went to look for some smaller black shorts. He walked through the store holding onto his shorts because he was afraid he would lose them, and whining the whole time. Finally we found some shorts, and were on our way. I even let him change into them in the Target bathroom so he would not have to hang onto his shorts any longer.

After sitting in traffic forever - apparently everyone around here plays soccer on Saturdays, waiting to find a parking place and a half mile hike to the field we were ready to play. He got out there and did a great job at kicking the ball when he got close to it, not the best at going in the right direction, but we'll work on that. After about 4 minutes of playing he said he was ready for a break. WHAT?!?! You're kidding me, right? He was DONE! We took a quick trip down to the bathrooms and then came back to play again. He said, "Nope - I'm just going to sit over here and eat some cheetos and take 3 breaks!" Finally, after a few begs and pleads from his coach and myself, a phone call to Daddy for some extra encouragement, 3 cheetos, a few threats and a bribe for a sno cone on the way home he decided he would finish the game. Geez, I never knew that you had to be a psychologist to get kids to get out there and play. By the time it was all over I was spent. (And we still had to hike back to the car).

Where was Kaylee during all of this? Well, you see - she decided that she would climb on the kitchen counter this morning and get her finger nail polish from the top of the refrigerator. (The child has NEVER been a climber and she decides that she's going to do this now?) She was sitting off to the side with her friends and being pretty good. However, I noticed that she had a purse full of goodies and thought I should check things out. Yeah, it was too late - she had already painted her nails and a few of her friend's nails as well. Oh, joy. (There's a reason we have not signed her up for soccer. I'm pretty sure that nail polish and a purse are not part of the standard uniform). :)

Well, it's all about the memories and hopefully a few good pictures along the way. Here are a few from today...

This reminds me of a song, "My Buddy, My Buddy..."

Waiting patiently for the okay to kick the ball.

Determined to kick the ball really hard.

After it was all over.

The infamous "phone call to dad"

"Good game Buddy"