George Washington

This exchange just happened between Mike and James . . .

Mike: (holding up a quarter) "Who's this on the quarter?"
James: "I dunno."
Mike: "It's George Washington."
James: "That guy's on Gumby!"

Waffles

Last Monday, I decided to buy the 60 pack of Kirkland Signature eggo knockoffs at Costco. I just bought another box today. James has been eating no less than six waffles a day. WOAH! He must be growing. I'm just glad he's eating. He has to make them himself, though. When I made him one, he said, "Is it crispy? Mom, it's not crispy, yet. Oh, I'll just put it back in the toaster myself. I like it really crispy!"

In addition to eating waffles, he also enjoys entertaining his friend by preparing and serving waffles to them. So, if you visit our house in the near future, be prepared to be offered some delicious frozen toaster waffles. I guarantee our house will smell of waffles, so you may not be able to resist.

Edit Mii

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.