Blimps and Blobs

Chicken and I have been dropping Edee off at a local community Bible Day Camp.  On the way upstairs to her classroom there's a picture of a blimp.  The first day Chicken asked me what it was, and I responded that it was a blimp.

The next day as we passed by, he yells out, "LOOK!  THE PLUMP!!  THE PLUMP, MOM!!".  I had to chuckle before I could correct him.  "Blimp, Chicken."

Day three:  "MOM! I SEE THE PLIMP!!" (Just glad he kept that L in there, at least).

By day four he finally got there and yelled out "BLIMP!".  And he's been so excited about blimps since.  It's so fun learning new words for new things, even though new words are becoming fewer and farther between at this stage.

And then there's yesterday, and another new B word.  Poor buddy was dragged through every aisle and corner of Target with me.  I went there because I had THREE things on my list: toliet paper, deodorant, milk.  That's it.  Then somehow I managed to leave with $200 worth of stuff that I forgot I needed....don't ask me how that happens.

One of those things I happened to forget I needed was a new bra (this one was a legit need.  I mean, all of them were legit, of course).

Chicken:  Mommy, what are all dese fings?
Me:  Bras.
Chicken:  OOOh.  What are dey for?
Me: (distractedly) They...are for me to wear....okay, I got it.  Let's go this way.
Chicken:  HEY MOM!  MOM!  Look!! Dese ones!  I fink you should get these blobs!
Me: (backing up slowly from the cart) ....What...?
Chicken:  Do you want dese blobs?

He's poking a box of strap-less, back-less, adhesive bra-like (ish) cups, with a picture of chesty woman modeling on front.  I took me a minute to realize that he was trying to say "bra" (especially because I could see how the word "blob" would apply in this particular instance....).

Me: Oh....no.  Nope, I don't want those ones (I didn't even try to correct his word choice). Thanks though. Let's go.
Chicken (loudly):  I like dese ones!   Dese blobs are squeaky!

He's still poking the box, smack center on the picture of that chesty model, as the box squeaks back and forth on the plastic shelving unit it's stuck in.  I'm looking around to make sure we aren't causing a scene.

Me:  Okay, okay...Chicken.  All done.  We're all done here.  Let's go, please.
Chicken:  Okay mom.  You got your blobs?
Me:  Oh Chicken. Yes, I got them. You are just too funny.  You don't even know how funny you are!
Chicken:  Yes I do, Mom!  I do know dat I'm funny! I know dat I am!

I still stand by my statement that he doesn't  know how funny he is :)

Pretend

Edee and Chicken have been sick lately, so I've pulled out some toys that they haven't played with in awhile to help pass the time.  My kids are not big into playing with toys, and sometimes it takes a lot of direction from me to help warm them up.  I have used the word "pretend" a lot while doing so, apparently.  They finally caught the fire and started playing strong together for close to two hours without my intervention (which is amaaaazing).

The funny thing is that before every statement they make while playing, they have to clarify it's "pretend".  So I hear things like this for the entire duration of their imaginative play:

Chicken:  Pah-ten da dragon goin' BLOW da fire ALL over da place.
Edee:  Pah-ten da fairies use dere magic wands to stop da fire!
Chicken:  Pah-ten da kids need some-ting to ride on to get away.
Edee:  Pah-ten the pegasus flies over da hill!
Chicken:  Pah-ten da dragon STOPS dem!!!
Edee:  Pah-ten dey still get away by doin' dis!
Chicken: Pah-ten da dragon stops dem a-gain!
Edee:  Pah-ten dey all go over here.  Pah-tend da mom marries da knight!  She'd been dreaming about him.                                                                 (this one was my favorite).

And so on...and on....vocalizing every action while they are doing it.  I'm just glad they have somewhat figured out the art of pretending.  Progress.  Happy, entertained kids, happy, content mom.

Literally

Chicken has been taking things I say a little too literally lately.

Me:  Okay.  I think I'll just run to the store then.  Daddy will stay home with you guys.
Chicken:  Run?  How can you run to da shtore?
Me:  I'm going to the store.
Chicken:  Why not drive in da car? Why are you runnin'?
Me:  ....Oh, I am taking the car....run...it's a figure of speech...I'm not really running!

Less than 20 minutes late  (although we have had this same conversation more than once).

Me:  I'm going to jump in the shower then so I can get going.
Chicken:  JUMP!?  Don't jump in da shower!
Me:  It just means I'm going to hurry, Chicken.  It's not safe to jump up and down in the shower....

It's funny how often you don't really think much about what you're saying until your three-year-old comments on it.

Blueberries and Peels

We were outside by the grapevine-covered trellis in our backyard.

Chicken:  Mom, when are the blueberries going to grow on our grapevine?
Me:  Blueberries?
Chicken: Yeah.
Me:  Blueberries, Chicken? On the grapevine?
Chicken:  Yeah, when are dey going to grow?
Me: Chicken, is this a grapevine?
Chicken:  Yeah Mom, I know dat,   When are the blueberries coming on it?

Then today.

Me:  What do you want for breakfast Chicken?  Toast with honey?
Chicken:  Yeah toast and honey but wit NO peel.
Me:  You mean crust?
Chicken: Yeah...but I like to call it a peel.  No peel, please.
Me:  Alright silly boy....  (He's never called it a peel before).

Silly boy he is.  Love him!

Know Everything

Edee, Chicken, and I are gathered around the counter cutting up fruit for lunch.  We just came inside after finishing up our last day of Joy School for the year.  The windows are open and it's a beautiful, warm, slightly breezy day.  I feel content and happy chatting with these sweet little children of mine, and I'm contemplating all the things I should teach them over the summer.

Edee:  Mom, James doesn't like to hurt nature, but food is nature!
Me:  Mmm hmmm.
Edee:  Food is nature, right?
Me:  Food comes from nature, right.  For the most part.....
Edee:  Yeah like da fruit is from plants, and meat is animals.
Me:  Right.
Edee:  Yeah.  James doesn't know everything.
Me:  No he doesn't.  You don't know everything either.  No one does, except for--
Edee:  Except for Sci Show.  Sci Show knows everything.
Me: ....No.... Sci Show teaches a lot about science, but it doesn't know everything.
Edee:  But science IS everything.

I was going to say "except for God", before I was interrupted.  It appears I don't have a born believer on my hands.....

Me:  Science is not everything, my dear--
Chicken:  We are not deers, Mommy!!  We are not deers.
Me:  (ignoring him)
Chicken:  MOM!  We are not deers!!
Me: (ignoring him still)
Chicken: MOOOMMMM!  WE. ARE. NOT. DEERS.
Me:  Okay Chicken.  Okay.

Interrupted (again) to be corrected by their extensive understanding of things.  My little dream of teaching them all these wonderful things this summer just got squashed a little.  I guess I need to teach them some humility first.

Honey

Chicken:  Where did you get dat?
Me:  Get what?  The honey?
Chicken:  Yeah.  Did dat honey come from bees?
Me:  Yeah.
Chicken:  WHY DID YOU DO DAT?
Me:  Do what?
Chicken:  WHY DID YOU STEAL DAT HONEY FROM DA BEES?
Me: (excuse me!!) I didn't steal it from any bees!
Chicken: Den how did you get it??
Me:  Someone else took it from the bees.
Chicken (to Edee):  Someone else STOLE honey from the bees!!!

Man, he almost has me feeling bad about buying the honey.

Church

We've had such a lazy afternoon today following a busy, fun weekend.  I have been posting photos to our family blog when Edee and Chicken came up and asked if I would read them "funny blog stories".  I realized it's been months since I've posted here, and many of their funny sayings and doings have now been lost in my bad-memory oblivion.

I do remember a recent occurrence though worth recording, from my dear Chicken.

We are at church two weekends ago, after another fun, very busy weekend.  Feeling exhausted and restless, I was also super irritable from being suffocated by my grumpy, clamoring children, who felt a need to be climbing on me simultaneously and whining about everything.

During the most quiet part of the meeting, after sending Edee out with Daddy once and snapping at both of them lots of times, Chicken begins to crawl on my lap...again.  My threshold of patience was so thin at this point that if anyone so much as touched me I was worried I might explode.  I held my breath as his knee caps grinded into the tops of my thighs and his little hands reached out to grab both of my ears.  Then he leaned forward and quietly whispered in his little voice of his...

"You put da lime in da coconut, da lime in da coconut..."

Okay, how could anyone NOT laugh at that?  It helped clear the air a little bit--thank goodness--if he would have whined about a snack one more time I would have had to leave the room. How I love these goofy, albeit CrAzY, drive-me-cRaZy children of mine!!