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So many levels of awesome

Hahaha. I'm reading this while I should be working. Between this and the whispering farts, I'm totally going to get caught laughing.

Right? My brother thinks she'll probably go vegetarian at least. I think they're letting her make her own decisions as long as she's getting enough to eat and nutrients, or whatever parents make sure of.

This. Is. Awesome. All of it.

Ezra's been running around saying "Boo!" to everything lately. He'll sneak around corners and jump out and say it... or look up at me while nursing. He woke up this morning and sleepily said "Mama? Boo!"

He kinda draws it out too, so it's more like "Boooooooo..."
This kid, I tell ya.

I was talking to Izzy the other day, and he said he wanted to do some random activity, so I said "that's a good idea!" Now he's always saying, "Mom! I have one good idea with duck, duck, goose!" (...That is the good idea, haha.)

Henry helped hand out candy last night and he kept hugging people and telling them he loved them.

<3 best.

it was pretty awesome.

My friend posted this on the book of faces. Squish is her two year olds nickname.

Squish: I'm a little bit mad at you mom. (Repeats several times)
Me: Why are you mad at me?
Squish: Because your boobs is not working anymore.

The end of breastfeeding. I laughed and cried all at the same time... :(

Aw! Squish!

Hahaha that is awesome. Zelda still nurses about two to five minutes a day. She is so stubborn about nursing before bed. She'll say "just a minute mommy. Zelda nurse a minutes." In the most pained voice. Oi!

I was babysitting my nephew last night, and while we were watching TV, out of the blue he started this conversation:

N: Father Christmas is just a nice idea isn't he Jo?
Me (not sure what his parents have said about FC): Well yes, he is a nice idea.
N: I'd LIKE to believe in him (pause, followed by long sigh), but I just can't bring myself to.

So at recess these days, GG often plays "the Monster Game," which is like a free-form, improvised D&D-type thing, where the players act stuff out and GG narrates and decides what happens and what monsters they face and what rewards they get, etc.

Tonight he told me he was about to "release a patch" for the game, to introduce some new monsters (or whatever).

Apparently, he's on version 7.2 of the game: the 7th update, and 2 patches.

GG is the best

Today, Raygold was fiddling with our digital camera and called the button you press to take pictures (I believe it is officially called the 'shutter release button') "the cheese button." You know, like, "say cheese!" Mr. Crabby and I were laughing so hard. I thought it was quite insightful.

Fini: Knock, knock
Me: Who's there?
Fini: Interrupting Cow
Me: Interrupting Cow Who
((she doesn't interrupt))
Fini: You don't have to cry about it! Ha, ha, ha!

I've got some news on the Monster Game:

GG has to "shut the game down" for a couple days while he works out some stuff.

So awesome!

Raygold: Penis! My penis!
Beet: Crabby doesn't have a penis, she has a garage!

GG has a tendency of latching onto words and using them as his go-to conversation starters and all-purpose silence-fillers. Pie is one such word, and it's been in his aresenal for years.

From a few minutes ago:

Me: So what is it about you and pie?
GG: Maybe it's about your face.

Beet: How can we get to a moon up there? We need a really really tall ladder.
Momma: Actually you need a rocket to get to the moon.
Beet: Oh, no, we don't have a rocket! We need to make a rocket! We have to build one!
Momma: And we need space suits because there's no air in space.
Beet: We need a pump for the air in the rocket!
Raygold: We need boobies!

THE NEXT DAY:
Raygold loves to point outside and say, "I see Jupiter and Venus." Usually he gets it right.

I showed the kids a video of a rocket launch and Beet started crying. "Where we going to get all that fire for the rocket? Oh, no! We need to use the computer to make the fire!"

I think he means, rather than burn the computer, we have to design the rocket with the computer. I feel kind of bad that I can't just take him to the moon and that he's kind of feeling like the whole mission is futile. That's a tough thing to face at 3 and a half.

The plumbers were here fixing our heaters. Beet was beside himself with excitement!

Beet: You need to buy a new one for us! It needs a pump you fill with air! Look outside! Man, you look outside!
Plumber: I'm looking outside.
Beet: That right, man!
Plumber: Okay.

Beet is going on this huge, hilarious monologue.

Beet: *running* I going around you, man! I going around you!!
Raygold: MAN!
Beet: FASTER FASTER FASTER FASTERFASTERFASTERFASTER! Radiators! Whoa! What you doing next? You fixing it! Where you other man gone?
Raygold: Man.
Beet: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! Man! Man! Man! Man and a dad!
Raygold: Maaaaan.
Plumber #2: Alright, pal.
Beet: Hello, Man. Man, my name is Beet!
Plumber #2: Hello, my name is [Plumber #2].
Raygold: Man, are you dirty?
Plumber #2: What?
Raygold: I Raygold. *falls*
Plumber #2: Did you fall over there?
Raygold: Man!
Beet: What are you doing, man?
Plumber #2: I don't know, man.
Beet: PARDON?!!
*Plumbers leave.*
Beet: Bye, man! You come talk to me later! ...I think he's going away to fix more heaters.
Raygold: Maaaaaaan!

(For the record, the plumbers thought the kids were hilarious, I'd've taken them away if I thought the plumbers were being annoyed.)

I tell you, much as I love my daughter, compared to what my brother was like growing up (just like your kids, apparently), hopped up crazy girls are nothing compared to hopped up crazy boys. I was constantly pissing myself laughing when i had to babysit because my brother couldn't seem to hold any words inside his own body, and holding still was impossible. My daughter might go up to someone and say something silly, but not while running around like a little satellite or trying to accomplish various manic physical challenges at the same time.

Oh my god, crabby, I love it.