A Point of Clarification

My sister-in-law overheard this conversation between Tal, Naomi and her son, Evan when we were in Utah.

(Driving past one of the areas where a wildfire was raging)

Evan: I bet a dragon lives up there on that mountain (of course, where there's fire there are usually dragons)
Tal: No, dragons live somewhere else - not on this earth.  Dragons live in Hell.
Naomi: We're moving to Hell...because we're moving around the world.

Hmmm.  First, where did Tal get the idea that dragons live in Hell?  Maybe 1st grade is full of theological discussions on this topic.

Second, no we are not moving to Hell.  In fact, we are here now and other than being as hot as Hades it's quite pleasant.

Just to clarify.

Housekeeping

Just to document that we did survive the end of the school year...

Naomi's last day of Kindergarten with Mrs. Steadman.  It was a great year!

Calvin celebrated his 4th birthday!  We decided to go all out with a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese (which of course I got no pictures of).  He, of course, got sick about half way through the party but apparently it was still a hit - he talks about it all the time :)

Beti got dragged through it all.  She was a trooper but some days were more desperate than others.

Beautiful girls at Naomi's dance recital!

Calvin and Carter hanging at Ikea.

Terrible picture but wonderful teacher.  What a blessing Mrs. Edson was for us this year! 

Best friends right before we said goodbye.

Tal also had his first piano recital and like a good mom I forgot my camera.  I did get it on video but the sound wasn't working so it was a total loss :(

Seriously.

On the way to the gym today...

Tal: Speed Limit 45 miles per hour. Slow down mom. Slow down! Slow Down!

Me: (Okay, starting to get irritated) Why Tal?

Tal: There's a sign that says slow down. You don't need to read the signs the rest of the way, I'll read them for you. 45 miles per hour. Crosswalk. One way. 45 miles per hour. 45 miles per hour. Stop. Lakeshore. Watch for standing water. Watch for ice on the bridge. Ice on the bridge. Ice on the BRIDGE! 45 miles per hour.

Naomi: Why do you keep saying 45 miles per hour?

Tal: Because its the best speed. Right mom?

Calvin: 45 miles per hour.

Naomi: Stop sign.

Talmage: One way. 45 miles per hour.

Calvin: Green Light. Red Light. Orange Light.

Our Modern Family Moment...

Last week after school Tal shared a new discovery with me.

Tal: Mom, I know why we're not supposed to point.

Me: Oh really? Why?

Tal: Because it means shit.

I laughed. I know I shouldn't have but it was really funny. Really, really funny. After I got it together, I explained to him that that is not what it means and explained a little about why we don't point and why we don't say that word. His response? Well, that's what all the kids in my class think it means. Nice. Really, nice.

It reminded me of another time last year. We were all sitting around watching a movie and out of nowhere...

Naomi: What the hell is that?

Andy and I: (dumbfounded silence and then...we laughed)

She did not like that at all. Apparently, an overly sensitive, highly emotional 5 year old girl does not appreciate being laughed at. But. It was funny.

I think the reason it is so funny is that my kids are clueless about cuss words so they just stick them into sentences randomly and completely nonchalantly. Good times. And funny. Really, really, funny.

I a Wock Stah (I'm a rock star)

We went and looked at Christmas lights on Sunday night. As Calvin puts it, "dey awethome" (they're awesome)

As we were driving around I mentioned that next year Talmage might be able to play us some carols on the piano. At this, Calvin claimed his need for a piano.

Mom: Okay, Calvi maybe you can play a little piano.

Calvin: No! I need big piano! I a big wock stah!

It was one of those moments as a mother that I think surely I heard wrong. But nope, he told me again - he a big wock stah!

Yesterday, Calvin got to go into primary for the first time...he's getting ready to go into Sunbeams. This morning as we were playing legos I asked him how it went.

Calvin: It went dood (good.) I not punch anyone. I no kick anyone.

As if I automatically assumed he would :)

Typical.

"Sorry mom. My bad."

"I was going to put them in the bowl but it's just so much easier to eat them this way."

Nap Time.

Where do you want to go? Nowhere.

Who do you feel like seeing? No one.

Andy and I were laughing yesterday on our way home from church...typically, Elisabeth is exhausted after church and crashes as soon as she gets into her car seat. But yesterday, she just sat and stared at the side of her seat for several minutes before finally falling asleep. She looked so pitiful...