My notebook of Raine-isms is getting full again so here they are, illustrated with some projects we made from her watercolor paintings. Raine does the painting, I cut them up, she smears them with glue, then I stick them to the paper. This is what we do while Carter takes naps — since Raine has decided that she can’t sleep while it is light outside. We have so much fun!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Raine, very matter-of-factly, as we are sitting at the table eating dinner: “Daddy, when Carter turns into a girl then he will be a big kid.”
Ummm, apparently we need to have a discussion on the permanency of gender.
Any time I tell Raine that she can’t do something right now, maybe later, she says, “I need to do it Thursday and Friday and RIGHT NOW!” It doesn’t matter what day of the week it.
Thursday, July 1, 2011
Raine: “Who wants to go swimming?”
Mommy: “I do!”
Raine: “Ok. And whobody else?”
‘Whobody’ is a staple word in her vocabulary and it makes me laugh every time.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Raine: “Mommy we are going to the temple.” (She had just finished singing ‘I Love to See the Temple’)
Mommy: “Oh? Ok.”
Raine: “Yeah, and we will see the alligators and crocodiles, and tigers, and . . . “
Mommy: “At the temple???”
Raine:”Yeah, and they have alligators, and dinosaurs . . .”
Hmm, apparently we need to spend some time talking about the temple, too.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Raine singing as she jumps wildly on our bed: “Momma called the doctor and the doctor said, ‘no more monkeys jumping on the bed.'”
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Raine: “Mommy you’re a gorilla. I’m a lion.”
Mommy: “What’s Carter?”
Raine: “Carter’s a duck. And daddy is a big green frog!”
Read into it what you will, I’m not sure what to make of it.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Raine: “What’s on your cheek Mommy?”
Mommy: “I don’t know. What’s on my cheek?”
Raine: “Sprinkles. There are sprinkles on your cheek.” (Freckles)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Raine playing hide-and-seek with Daddy: “I’ll go hide in the closet and you count to ten.”
She is obviously missing the point of the game!
Usually when it is Raine’s turn to hide she runs off while you count and then by the time you get done she has run back and yells, “You found me!!”
Raine, pointing to the triceratops on the back of my zoo-run t-shirt: “Is that one an Aunt-Sarah-tops?”
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Raine, yelling from the bathroom where she is sitting on the potty: “Mommy, turn the light on in here so I can see my poopy.”
There is no shortage of potty talk around here. I always find myself thinking things like, “Am I really having this conversation? Did I seriously just say that out loud? Who knew that wiping your bum could be a conversation topic? Why does she have to give a play-by-play every time I’m using the restroom — especially in public? I really hope no one else is in here.”
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Raine was in the bathroom washing her hands and could see DJ and Carter in the mirror. Out of the blue she says, “Daddy, I really like that striped shirt on you. It’s so cute!” DJ just laughed and said thank you. It was so random.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
We were getting ready for a bike ride and Raine wanted everyone to try on their helmet. I put mine on and she said, “You look like… an angel!”
I walked into the house after getting my hair cut and Raine ran up to greet me. She stopped in the middle of the entry hall and said, “Mommy, you’ve got crazy hair!” Not really what I was going for.
Seen outside the shower door
The following two events happened sometime near the beginning of the year. They illustrate how hazardous it is to take a shower when you have little ones running loose.
I was in the shower, washing my hair, when I noticed Raine dragging the garbage can over from beside the toilet. I thought, “that’s weird,” and asked her what she was doing. She didn’t answer. Then about 30 seconds later it hit me: I get out the garbage can when I am cutting hair!!! I started yelling at her to stand where I could see her and sure enough, she had the hair scissors in her hand. That was a serious disaster narrowly averted!
As I was taking a shower, I saw out of the corner of my eye something sitting on the bathmat just outside the shower door. I did a double-take as I realized it was Raine’s diaper. She had taken it off and run off somewhere in the house. I started yelling for her — fearing another “poop on the floor” incident. Eventually she answered me from the bathtub. Phew!