While They Were Sleeping » Kid Quotes

Poor Step-mother! or, Why we don’t watch much TV these days

christina — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 19:51:35 +0000

We were visiting at Chris’s mom’s house while he and Kelly were in town, and sitting down to white beans and rice with the three of them and Granny, when Lucy raced into the room.

Lucy: “The step-mother is here!”

I start to ask one of those motherly questions which draws out the story behind her pretending, but before I can form the words…

Lucy: “I’m going to kill her!”

And she was gone again. I turned red, shocked, and sent Craig to deal with this. He deals with football players and wrestlers and marine-wanna-bes on a daily basis, after all. Apparently Lucy was protecting her friend, Meadow, from the step-mother, who was going to hurt her.

Thanks, Disney. Non-violent child-rearing takes another set-back. Craig tried to explain, and suggest that she convert the step-mother, but I’m not sure that it sunk in.

Related, or not, Lucy spent a good half hour crying because she didn’t want to take a nap today, which she hasn’t done in months.

Tomorrow – the journey to Fargo begins. Pray for us.

I never thought of God like that…

christina — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 02:48:38 +0000

Lucy: “If God was made of glass, and had a thing in his back so you could wind Him up, like a wind-up bunny, then he could go up to the sky and come back down from the sky.”

And later in the same car ride…

Craig: “Have you ever tried to talk to Jesus?”

Lucy: “No, I’m too shy of him.”

It’s staying.

christina — Thu, 08 Jul 2010 02:06:30 +0000

Lucy’s imaginary phone conversation this evening as we drove to dinner:

Lucy: “We’re leaving the house.”

* unintelligible question from interlocutor*

Lucy: “Because we can’t pick up our big house! It’s too heavy!”

Apparently her friend on the phone was a turtle.

Chicken, anyone?

christina — Sun, 09 May 2010 14:11:04 +0000

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there. I hope you have a peaceful, love-filled day. Here’s a Lucy quote to brighten (or not) your day.

Lucy: “Tell me about the chickens.” (By which she means, the slightly gory story of how a chicken goes from the farm to our table.

So I do. And I ask, “Does that make you want to eat a chicken?”

Lucy: “Yes! I want to eat a chicken.”

Me (prepping her for the *eventual* move to a farm): “Would you like it if we raised chickens and killed them and ate them?”

Lucy: “Yes! I want to kill a chicken!”

My grandmother lives on in this child. Although, I’m not sure that she butchered chickens with quite this sort of relish.

Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day!

God provides…popcorn

christina — Wed, 05 May 2010 02:50:01 +0000

Lucy has been waiting, oh, about two months for the kettle corn man to re-appear at the farmer’s market. I don’t know if we just missed the weeks he’s been around, but we haven’t seen him there in a while. But today, there he was, and the popcorn was purchased, and nibbled around the rest of the market and back in the car. And as we were driving down Magazine on the way to the grocery store to finish our shopping, in the midst of proclaiming the delight brought on by the popcorn and retelling the story of its finding, Lucy cried, in what must have been her best revival voice, “Thank you, Jesus!”

I said, “For the popcorn?”

Lucy: “Yes.”

Me: “Oh. Good.”

Ok, it wasn’t quite that dramatic, but those are direct quotes. And she was really excited about the popcorn. We had a terrible day yesterday (whining nonstop from waking to sleeping), so I think that helped make up for it.

Sisters, sisters…

christina — Sun, 25 Apr 2010 20:33:34 +0000

Lucy: “You sneaky little sister!”

as Samantha climbs on top of her in bed

Grocery shopping with the girls

christina — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 20:33:23 +0000

It’s funny the positions you can be put in by little ones. But it just shows why I prefer to do my grocery shopping early, when the store is empty, even though we usually don’t do it that way any more.

Samantha has added a number of words to her vocabulary lately, including cracker. And she really likes crackers. So when we went down that aisle on Tuesday, thank God at about 8:30 in the morning, she got very excited, and started shouting,

“Ca-ca! Ca-ca! Ca-ca!”

Happily, I’m not the only one with these sort of experiences. Craig’s parents’ neighbors have a daughter right between Lucy and Samantha – she’s about 2 1/2 now. And Jasmine’s dad took her to the store one afternoon, and she started shouting, all through the store, and could not be bribed or threatened to stop, “Daddy, I suck! I suck!”

When he got out of the store (swearing that he would never bring her shopping again), he realized that she had gotten her hand stuck in the cart. She was trying to say “stuck”.

And thus the running jokes begin. Anyone care (or dare!) to share similar stories?

Lucy says…

christina — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 01:02:35 +0000

Lucy (playing with my hair): I’m going to pull your hair out (=make it stand up). I want to make it look funny. Like Daddy.

Lucy (checking Craig’s knee with a hammer): I’m not a doctor, I’m a fixin’ girl.

It’s a what?

christina — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 22:30:46 +0000

Lucy (about the glass coaster on the coffee table): “It’s made out of whack!”

Apparently in reference to my just calling something “wacky”.

Quote of the week

christina — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 14:04:13 +0000

By which I mean, “Lucy’s favorite thing to say right now.” Here it is:

“Stop sneaking me up!”

By which she seems to mean, “You’re getting on my nerves!”