The first grader:

Apparently "first-grader" and "tenth-grader"
mean the same things these days:

g: mom! I luff yeeeww!
g: mom! Ellllla luffs yeeeew toooo!

m: ella, what are you doing?
e: tickling my bom-bom
m: why?
e: my bom-bom likes to be tickled--it feels good
e: grant! I'll tickle your pee-pee
m: um, no, we do not tickle other people's privates.....

e: I wonder why jesus made it rain so much today?
g: where's jesus?
e: in heaven.
g: what cabin?
e: no! not at the cabin--in heaven! He lives on a cloud and has wings.
g: oh.

e: mom, I should have a TV in my room, that way, when I'm in time-out I'll stop crying faster.

social stereotypes at their finest:

g: mama! I have an owie on my finner, I need a bin-DADE!
m: ok.... (mama goes to fetch bin-DADE)
g: NO! NOT THAT bin-DADE!!!! THAT'S A GIRL bin-DADE!!!! (had snow white on it)
m: a what??
g: A GIRL bin-DADE!!! I WANT A BOY bin-DADE!
m: well, what's a boy bin-DADE?
g: spongebob one!

e: boys have way more fun than girls, because they watch StarWars and StarWars is a really cool movie.

g: I have a tummy-ache on my back

Ride 'Em Cowboy & Girl:

on a future career in advertising

m: are you excited to see bockie's new car?
e: yeah, and I bet she got money back from it.
m: what? what do you mean, money back?
e: well, if you buy a car, you have to pay for it, but then you get money back.
m: oh yes, of course.

e: mom, I want a big sister... she could teach me how to ride my bike with no training-wheels and how to do text messages. I'm going to ask jesus for a big sister.

m: hey, we got fraggle rock today in the mail! It's from when I was little...
e: so it's really old then?
m: um, yeah, sort of

m: can I squeeze your butt?? I just love your butt.
e: no, you can squeeze my butt and kissy me on thursdays
m: ooooooooh, I can't wait for thursday! Only three more days!

e: I need to send Breck a text message at nickjr.com

The Naked Pitcher:

g: where you going?
m: to work
g: uuuhhhhh, you go work everyday, mama!

g: I wanna to go on there [the tv] with Troy Bolton!

**Apparently I have been a really bad blogger mom, I WILL get to it one-of-these-days**

Happy Birthday Grant!

m: what are you doing? (as ella quickly scoots in the door)
e: just bringing something inside.
m: like what something?
e: you won't want to know.
e: a pet.
m: what kind of pet?
e: a slug..... see?! I told you that you wouldn't want to know.

(Grant talking to Joie)
e: Grant! Joie can't understand you. She doesn't speak english, she only speaks dog english!

m: hey el, just a reminder, don't use the potty downstairs because it's clogged.
e: I know because I clogged it.....I went poopie and wanted to try wiping my own butt and I had to use lots and lots of toilet paper.

m: ella, what do you think you want for your birthday?
e: I dunno, I think I pretty much have everything I need...

Happy Birthday Baby!

Huge Milestone!!!!!!!

4/20/09: Ella has her first loose tooth.

On re-runs:

m: we just saw this handy-manny the other day
e: yeah, maybe the guys pretending it wanted to do it again, maybe they thought it was fun. Like they wanted to say "calm-down" again or something....

On Easter:

m: ...and then Mary went to the tomb and Jesus wasn't there
e: was the easter bunny there?

e: "mom, I'm afraid I can't go to school today..."

On wishes:

Grant, what do you want for your Happy Birthday?
"A snow-plow!"

Ella, what do you want for your Birthday?
"I dunno.....maybe a princess dress like Chloe's"