Monday, February 9, 2009

Nov/Dec/Jan

Santa brought mainly books.


Auntie Val brought a whole makeup kit!


Acting school vaudeville performance.


Not sure what this face means...

Al and Auntie Cristine.


Siena, 4 and Alistair, 2.

Corey, 4 and Jeremy, 2.

This is what he does when his hands are dirty and he needs to hold something.

"Zip me up please; I’m going to a meeting like my Grandma and Mommy."

I tried to take the mini pad off his head and he said, "don't take my sticker!"

Grandma and Grandpa Current getting us ready for our March trip to Mexico.
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Alistair:

Holding out an empty cup, he says, “Lemonade in there, please Mom.”
Ready get going now?
Playground, Mama. It’s fun.
Santa’s bringing horsies to me.
I have shoes right there in the drawer.
Daddy reading a book on the couch?
Watch more Christmas movie.

Words: Obama

To me, “You took a shower… you’re naked… you have a penis.”
Points to phone, “Mama’s phone.”
Clean your hands. (Can’t stand to have messy hands.)
I don’t like this (ham.) It’s gross. Poopy.
Tomana (What he calls a banana.)
I want my jammies on, I’m cold.
Where is the penguin?
This is a dingelhopper (what they call a fork in the movie The Little Mermaid.)
I don-a lik-a this milk.
I wanna make a triangle.
A cow have a penis?

I was tickling him and he said, “You get me.” Then corrected himself, “You got me.”

Siena:

C Can you go get your brother?
S Yes, I can Your Most Majesty Queen of the World.

S Alistair, go away.
A I’m not going away.
S Alistair, go away!
A Time out!

S Ali, you’re not going to the Mall of America.
A Stupid!

For my birthday I want everything.
I want to have my birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. (She’s never been there.)
I hate lions. Lions are disgusting.
But Mom, I don’t want to grow up! Well, eventually.
I like picking my nose.

I started singing like Dracula after she told me not to sing in the house so she said, “You’re nuts. You’re not going to my school.”

I wouldn’t let her wear her white fancy dress to her preschool party so she translated for her dad:“Father, Mother won’t let me wear my dress to the ball!”

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