Our Work In Progress: All Hail Spring!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

All Hail Spring!

I love that I can get my kids out the door and off to school like this:

No more coats, gloves, hats, scarves or boots (x4...or 5, if I include myself).

So let's have a 'HOORAY!' for 60 degree weather!

At least for this week...

1 comment:

The Brown Life said...: That is what I thought too, until we just got dumped on. AND NOW it is nice, warm, and the snow is melting, and school was cancelled. Love Colorado. PS....I am going to New York at the end of April for a girls weekend with Clint's family.; March 24, 2010 at 3:03 PM

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From The Mouths of My Silly Kids:

Lillian: My favorite word is share, because it makes people happy.

Cayden: I have nicknames for the sun, Earth and moon. The sun I call Energy Star, the Earth is Blue Planet, and the moon is Gray Crater.

Mason: MY Coe-ten buddy! (So don't you dare try to take him, she's VERY possessive!)

Ashton: Lillian, why do you ask so many questions? Lillian: I don't know. I just want to know everything, I guess.

Cayden: Mom, what's your favorite cell?

Cayden: Mom, did you ever make in structures from ancient civilizations out of snow when you were young? (Um, no, I did not.)

Ashton: The thing I love about me is that whenever I'm with Regan and Olivia (her cousins), they always want to hold my hands.

Lillian: Colten's so little. He has little eyes to see, and little ears to hear, and a little nose to blow.

Mason: Mom, the baby's crying. Me: I know. Mason: Mom, the baby's CRYING! Me: Just a minute. Mason: It's OK Baby, I'm coming!

Lillian: Do you have a frog in your tummy, Mason? (When Mason was sounding a little croaky with a cold)

Lillian: Mason's hair is so long for a 2-year old. Mason: I cute.

Cayden: Girls most like to tell about their feelings. (Andy and I had a laugh that our son was already gender stereotyping at 8 years old. He said it in such a boy tone too...)

Mason: Coo, Mom. Coo. (Cool, Mom. Cool.)

Mason: My Cay-la, my La-la, my Ah-ie, my Daddy, my Mommy. (I love how she says all our names.)

Ashton: I'm the most socialist person in our family. (Refering to her need to play with her friends constantly!)

Lillian: Why does my tummy get mad when I throw up? (I had told her she had an upset stomach when she was sick the other day.)

Cayden: Sometimes I have so much stuff in my brain I can't remember everything I know!

Mason: I wan too, one! (I love how she mixes up the words "too" and "one" when she means "I want one, too!).

Lillian to Mimi, our grumpy cat: Why do you spend all your time being mad? Your ears can't stay up anymore!

Mason: Me-my, me-my, evybody me-my. (Her version of the 'Clean-up' song in nursery.)

Cayden: (wiping a tear from his eyes, saying nonchalantly after finding out he was going to have a brother) I knew it! That's cool.

Lillian: Mom, when are we moving to the house by Grandpa? Me, confused: We're not moving for a few more years. Lillian: But Grandpa said he wanted us to move to the house by his! Me: Oh! (Lights dawning, there's a house for sale by my parents that my Dad told my kids was for us) We need to stay in Virginia for a few years because this is where your Dad works. Lillian: That's OK. He can just find a new job with Grandpa. (This girl has it all figured out.)

Mason: Pointing to an older picture of me, "Big girl!"

Cayden: This day's week we're learning about life-cycles. Yesterday's week we learned about economics and before that was magnets. Man I'm learning a lot! (But maybe we should work on grammar?)

Lillian: Did Mason break this? Did she say sorry with babytalk?

Lillian: Did you know that goldfish is made of gold? But not the treasure kind; the kind that's good for you. That's what I suspect.

Cayden, while holding a small fish: Mom does this look like a Gooby to you? Me: What's a Gooby? Cayden: You know, the smallest fish. Me: You mean a 'guppy'. Cayden: Yeah, a 'goopy'.

Lillian: We all want the baby to be a brother, so I'm just going to call it a boy. (Heaven help the poor thing if it's a girl...)

Ashton: Mom, can I change my pants? 'Cause I couldn't find any short-sleeved ones this morning.

Mason, while watching UP: No, no Doggies!