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James: "Hey Dad, I just made you all the way fat on the wii."

Mike: "Thanks, did you make me all the way short while you were at it?"

Bowling in Japan

James just told me for his birthday, he wants to go bowling in Japan.

Sounds good to me.

Kindful

The girls have a friend over. So, of course they don't want James anywhere near them.
James just told me, "Analise isn't being kindful to me."

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Homecoming

We just got back from a 10 day, 3000 mile road trip that included 3 days in California to see Nate! He's back from Brazil!

More to come . . . I'm too busy right now with laundry and school starting . . . so stay tuned . . .

Levels

On the way home from church today, we were singing some songs in the car. After singing one of the new songs we just learned, James asked, "Mom, can we sing all the levels?"

And that's how you know that your kid has played too many video games this summer.

Feel My Power

From the back seat of the car, the other day, I heard James say, "Analise, feel my power . . ."

I couldn't quite imagine what he was talking about, so I adjusted my mirror to look at him and saw him flexing his bicep next to Analise.

Analise, of course, felt the need to correct him and said, "It's your muscle, not your power."

But James has been using his new phrase all week anyway. I'm a fan. Feel my power.

A Patrick Funny Story

I can only think of funny things Patrick did this week. The tides must be turning.

Patrick isn't really talking yet, at all. That is what makes this extra funny.
The other day, James came walking past Patrick and reached out and took his toy out of his hands on the way by.
Patrick was MAD! So mad that he put his hands on his hips and squatted down a little and seriously chewed out James.
Complete gibberish, mind you, but yelled and let him have it just the same.
So, I said to James, "Ooohhh! He told you!"
And James said, "What? What did he tell me?"
Maybe it's better that we don't know . . .

Giant

James' teacher at church was sick yesterday, so her adult son was their substitute teacher. He is a very tall man. Like 6'6", 6'7" . . . I don't know . . . anything past 6'2" is too high for me to gauge from my 5'5" perspective. Suffice to say, he is really, really tall. And not a bean pole either. So, after church, James said to me, "Mom! My teacher is a giant! He must be 99 years old!" You know, 'cause James thinks you just keep growing taller your whole life.

Gooda Haver

We went out to lunch with Mike yesterday. After lunch, we were getting in the car and Mike told the kids to be good and have good behavior.
A few moments later, James asked, "Where are we going?"
Me: "Uh, home."
James: "Where we going a gooda haver?"
Me: "What?"
James: "Where we going a gooda haver?"
Mike: "What?"
Me: "Gooda haver?"
Mike: "He thinks you're going somewhere because I told him to have good behavior."
Yep. Gooda haver. So glad James understands what we're talking about. Ha.

p.s. Here's Nate's email reply:
That's probably about how I will be with my English when I get back.... I'll have to learn some things over again.

The Wrong Nate

Oh, one little funny story from this week:
Mike was on the phone with someone from church named, Nate Suggs.
James asked, "Who's Dad talking to?"
I said, "Nate."
James: "I wanna talk to Nate!"
Me: " No, Nate Suggs."
James: "Oh . . . "
He was pretty defeated.

Fourer

We had a bbq Saturday night and there were A LOT of kids over playing in the back yard. One of the girls from James' primary class was swinging on the swings and said, "I'm four!" Not to be out done, James replied, "I'n fourer than you!" Then the girl, who is actually 4 months older than James, thought about it and said, "No, I'm fourer than YOU!"

Birthdays

We just celebrated Steve and Torsten's birthdays yesterday. James asked me how old Steve is. I told him 39. Then James said, "Oh, wow. That's a lotta birthdays, Mom!"

Dirty Underwear

Now that he is approaching the end, Nate has stopped emailing (he leaves Brazil on August 10th). So, I haven't had my weekly reminder to post a funny story. I apologize.

Tonight, when James was getting ready for bed, he took off his underwear to put on a pull-up and exclaimed, "I've been wearing these for three months! They're dirty!"

(Please remember that James has no concept of time. One day. He wore them for one day.)

Yellow People

Mike just turned on the Lakers game and James said, "Papa always likes the yellow people."

Energy

I was off enjoying a much anticipated girls weekend in Seattle yesterday, so this story is via Mike.

James got up and went downstairs to wake up Mike wearing only his dinosaur swim trunks. He proceeded to tell Mike, "It's a very sunny day today and there's a lot of energy." I've tried explaining to him that sunny doesn't always equal hot outside, but he just wants to go swimming.

The Green General Fit

Gramma and Grampa babysat for us tonight while we went out to a movie sans children.
On the way home James asked: "Mom, what's the green general fit called?"
I asked him to repeat his question thinking that I must have misheard him, but his question was the same, "What's the green general fit called?"
Further investigation was needed. James is currently completely obsessed with everything Star Wars, so I started there. I asked, "Is it on Star Wars?"
James: "Yeh-ess!" (Translation: Duh!)
Me: "Is it on your game or on the movie?"
James: "The movie!" (Tone: Duh!)
Me: "I think you need to ask Daddy, "cause I don't know."
James: "Dad, what's the green general fit called?"
Mike: "Uhhh . . ."
MOMENT OF EPIPHANY
Me: "Jango Phet?"
Mike: "Ohhh . . ."
James: "Yeah, but the green one."
Mike: "You mean Bobo Phet."
James: "Yes! He gets in the big mouth and it eats him!"

What did you talk about the last time you were driving home?

(This conversation reminded me of our friends' son who used to call General Grievous, Jennifer Grievous. Maybe General Fit and Jennifer Grievous should get together.)

I Like That Guy

A conversation with James a couple of days ago . . .

James: Mom, sometimes I hit people. Jesus doesn't hit people. I'n not gonna hit the girls anymore and I'n not gonna hit Patrick anymore.

Me: That's good. You're right. Jesus doesn't hit people.

James: Yeah, I like that guy. Is Jesus gonna come to our house after I stop hitting?

Me: No, I don't think so.

James: Oh, he lives far, far away?

Me: Yes, he lives in heaven.

James: Like Uncle Nate has to take three planes from Brazil.

All the Way Down to My Feet

It was time for bed a couple of nights ago, and James told Mike that he was hungry. It's usually true since James is too busy all day to eat much of anything, but it's also a great stall tactic. Mike: "I think you're okay. You had dinner." James (while pushing on his tummy): "Look Dad. My tummy's so empty." Then, motioning from his tummy to his feet, James said, "I'n hungry all the way down to my feet."

Nice Fingers

So, the reason I have been so behind on posting James funny stories as of late, is because last week James was throwing up for three days, followed by four days of the runs. Patrick started last week with the runs (which has continued) and then started throwing up on Tuesday (this has also continued). Analise had a brief stint with the puking in the middle of the night on Wednesday. James and Analise are better. Patrick is not. Genevieve seems to have miraculously avoided it (so far). And I am still trying to catch up on our regular laundry, since the washer and dryer have been in a continuous state of emergency laundering for two weeks now. Oh, and the baths! Our water bill is going to be scary this month.

Anyway, several days of the runs will give a kid a sore bottom. I had been putting vaseline on the affected area for James after his many baths everyday. One night, I was gone and Mike gave James a bath. When he got out he asked Mike to put some "medicine" on his ouchy bottom. So, Mike rubbed some vaseline on him. Then James said, "Mommy's fingers are nicer."

Ten Dollars!

So, I'm a little behind on my posts. Here's one from our trip to Disneyland last month.

While on Pirate's of the Caribbean, James noticed was checking out the mountains of gold coins and leaned over to tell Uncle Brian, "That's a lotta money! It must be ten dollars!"

Hymn #?

This past week at church, James and I were out in the foyer and James found a hymn book. He was flipping through it for awhile and then looked up at me and asked, “Mom, which one is Eye of the Tiger?”

Dirty Stuff

James went to get ready for bed a few days ago and came out looking like he had soot on his face, as if he had been playing in the fireplace or something. So, I asked him, "James? What's all over your face?" To which he replied very matter of factly, "Dirty stuff."

FINALLY!!!!

James is officially potty trained! I know! I can hardly believe it myself! I don't think I can use enough exclamation points to express my absolute overjoyed state of being right now!!!!!!

Anyway, it's been a whole week in underwear at school and everything, with multiple number two trips a day, all on his own. Phew. It started last week when he asked one of his preschool teachers for some regular underwear (he was having a bit of trouble getting the pull-up back on after peeing). So, his teacher gave him some "loaner" Star Wars underwear. When he got home, I told him we needed to wash them and return them the next day. James: "No, they give it to me." I had to explain that when someone gives you something to borrow, it includes giving it back when you're done with it. He wasn't too happy with the situation. So, we struck a bargain. I told him I would buy him his own Star Wars underwear if he pooped on the potty. And he did it. He did it Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night, Monday night, Tuesday night, twice Wednesday afternoon and twice that night, and too many times to count on Thursday, including twice at school. (What do you get for the preschool teacher that has wiped your kid's butt? A gift card just doesn't seem good enough.)

This is what James has to say about it: "I'n a pooping 'achine!" A pooping machine indeed.

Eye of the Tiger

James just requested (and I obliged) "Eye of the Tiger" for his bedtime song. Thank you Rock Band.

I Love My Dad

Mike was gone on business for a few days this week. James missed him. He found a pair of Mike's sunglasses and put them on along with his own Mariners hat and came to tell me, "Wook, Mom! I'n Dad!"

Then, later that day, James talked to Mike on the phone. After handing the phone off to Genevieve, he told Genevieve's friend, "I was talkin' to my Dad. I LOVE my Dad!"

Cooking Mama

Upon building up his confidence playing “Cooking Mama” on the wii, James attempted to make his own scrambled eggs this week. Lucky for me, Gramma Lisa caught him just before he started cracking the eggs. He said, “I know how ta do it.” So, we had to have a little chat about virtual cooking vs. actual cooking. He’s going to stick with the wii from now on and let me be the cooking mama of the actual kitchen.