Kids Say the Darndest Things

The title Abbyisms doesn't cut it anymore because much of our comic relief now comes from her brother. Abby is much more mature now, although she says her fair share of outlandish things too. :)

Emily: "How are you feeling?"

Will "Better."

Emily: "I'm so glad that you're feeling better. That's great!"

Will: "No, not grape. Banana!" (Insert impish grin here)

How wonderful, he's inherited corny/punny humor!!!

Will: "I want to watch The Black Children." Of course, he meant The Black Cauldron. You can imagine my dismay.

He ends a lot of sentences with "does that sound like a good plan/deal?" Sometimes it's not a question: "I only wash hands after poop. Not after tinkle. That's a good deal."

Emily: "You can cut it up if you want to."

Will: "No, I want to cut it down!"

Will: "My hands are scratchy."

Emily: "Why are your hands scratchy?"

Will: "Because I didn't shave."

Emily: "It's time for lunch."

Will: "No. My boy says I can't have lunch."

The latest one is from this morning. Over the summer, we've gotten into the habit of bringing Will into our bed when he wakes up in the morning, so we can lie there a little longer (Abby on the other hand is usually up, dressed, with her bed made when we get up--we'll see how long that lasts once school starts . . .). Anyway, this morning, Will was lying with us and he pointed to my elbow:

Will: "What's that?"

Emily: "My elbow."

Will: "Is that where babies get their milk?"

Not exactly, but close!

A New Generation of Fanatics

Brad has now ensured that the kids have seen 4 of the Star Wars episodes (the original 3 plus The Phantom Menace). Will stands in front of the screen with anything that could pass for a gun (vacuum attachment, Legos, fingers, etc.) and shoots the screen. Not that he really needed much encouragement to get to this point. And playtime now revolves around Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, Darth Maul, Princess Leia, and Queen Amidalah. Abby even made Will a 2-ended paper light saber. How thoughtful!

Will's World

Will has decided he no longer needs a nap (except when mommy is sneaky enough to get him in the car at the right time of the afternoon). We're still working on the quiet time thing. Today, I've let him stay in his room with the door open. In the past, I've closed the door so he doesn't come out. The problem is, he spends all of "quiet time" yelling for me and body slamming the door. So, maybe we've made a breakthrough with the whole door being open!

Just kidding. He just came in the office to "surprise" me! Back to his room . . .

He went to summer preschool in July and he had a new teacher. The first day I took him, he said, "I don't want to go to Tonya's class. I want to go to Linda's class. Tonya messes with my things and I don't like that." Of course, he'd never even met Tonya. By the end of the day, he was saying, "I like Tonya. Her doesn't mess with my things unless her's mad." I'm thinking I need to start putting more of his funny quotables online now . . .

He's working on potty training, almost all on his own. He hasn't had a dirty diaper in a couple months and now he's starting to tell us when he needs to tinkle too. Hooray! Most of you probably know that we're expecting a new baby in January, so this really is perfect timing. My goal was never to have 2 in diapers at the same time.

Speaking of the baby, Will has taken to telling everyone he meets about having a new baby. But he seems concerned about how it will fit in (me too-how perceptive!). He's asked me if the baby will sleep in his room or eat in his chair. I've assured him that it won't, but he's not so sure. When he tells people about it, he keeps changing the sex and the name. One day, he was having a sister named Emma, then another one named Abby, then a brother named Fruitots. 

Oh yes, fruitots. That's his word for everything:

Examples:

"Do you like your food?" "Yes, it tastes like fruitots."

"That's soft. It feels like fruitots."

"What do you think we should name the baby?" "Fruitots."

You get the idea.

Lost Cause

So, we gave up on the 2-month old camera (1 month of which it has now been lost), and we ordered another one on ebay. Only a little longer of image-less posting . . .

Abby Buchanan, Age 6

Yesterday, we took the training wheels off Abby's bike and she rode away into the sunset. Okay, not quite. It was first thing in the morning (because that's the only time it's bearable to be outside!). I just liked the imagery. She has flirted with the idea a couple times this summer, taking them off, but always ready to put them back on. This time, she was ready to fly. Brad hadn't gone to work yet, so the whole family got to partake in the momentous occasion. Once we got her confident enough to start on her own, she just kept going for about half an hour! 

She said, "Now that I'm such a big girl, don't you think I need a new bike with a kick stand?" Okay, okay, one thing at a time. I told her she could just set her bike down or prop it against something for now.

She's officially ready for 1st grade. Now, if she can just get one of her teeth to fall out . . . I keep telling her that I was in 2nd grade (7 years) before I lost mine, so it might just take awhile. Somehow, my words aren't comforting for her.