" " " " " ", Part II

Back in May, we were praying at night with the kids on their beds. Isaac and I prayed that they wouldn't have any scary dreams. From across the room we heard Aaron say in his prayer-voice, "No scary dreams! Oh no! My scary dreams fall off!"
The boys are, of course, frequently amusing while praying (when they aren't choosing to talk and run around, of course). Statements of religious belief are typically sweet (Aaron: "Jesus love me soooo much;" "Thank you for we can eat Caleb's cupcakes").

The next day was Sunday and the primary kids were at the front of the chapel singing for a prelude before sacrament meeting. I sat near the front so Isaac would know I was listening. I guess the child next to him was pretty loud because after a while he just covered his ears and looked sad.

Aaron loves a tiny stuffed puppy someone got in a kid's meal. He carries him around in his pocket or stuffed into the top of his shirt. Once when he was in trouble he called, "Help! Help, puppy!" which didn't produce much results. He said, "My puppy my very special friend." He pretended to put food in puppy's mouth and said, "I feeding puppy." Adorable. He also has an old stuffed kitty he calls Meowie. It is really cute watching him let his kitty talk on the phone.

I played The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks back in April and it was really cute watching Isaac trying to play the Song of Awakening by blowing into my DS. I guess maybe you had to be there for that one.

In the car, listening to "It Ain't Gonna Rain No More:"
Isaac: "Anka Ranka More sure is long."

Also in the car:
I: "Aunt Renee is my favorite person...She has chickens."

Also in the car, we sometimes need to reach back and keep a child awake by tickling. One time Isaac just wouldn't wake up, so I enjoyed a childish game of "stop hitting yourself" with his arm and face. Good times were had by all.

We have a young woman in our ward, Rachel, who has been our babysitter a few times. I think Isaac is in love with her in that cute little-kid way. He always suggests we have Rachel over when they need someone to watch them. He says "I like Rachel all the way." When we were recently discussing who could come over to stay with them if Alison went into labor, of course Rachel was suggested. We said that no, Rachel couldn't come because she was too young. Alison said it would have to be someone like grandma, or grandpa, or auntie Em, or Nana, or Poppy. So then Isaac said, "I'm diggin' Rachel's mom."
I'm not sure how my kids started saying that they dig things; I probably said it sometime. It has been a consistent form of entertainment, however. Example, while eating dinner at the Lowes' in July:
Isaac: "Dad, I dig this pizza."
Jordan: "I can dig it too."
Aaron: "I not dig it."
Uncle Bobo: "I dig the pizza too."
Aaron, reconsidering: "I try and dig it."

Once again, in the car:
Aaron: "I got mine coin. Put in my head."
Jordan: "You're putting your coin in your head?"
A: "Yes. My put my ten coin in my head."
J: "Why'd you do that?"
A: "My keep it safe. Not fall out."

At the dinner table; Aaron has some food on his hand and Alison is trying to get him to ask her politely to get a rag.
A: "Hey look" (holding out his hand)
Alison: "Is your hand sticky from the avocado?"
Aa: "Yes."
Al: "Is there something you want me to do about it?"
Aa: "Lick it."

We were lying down together on the bed and pretending to sleep, then pretending to wake up. Aaron said, "Yous guys lay down there. See you good morning."

We were eating blueberry bagels at the table and Alison was talking to Aaron about the letter B.
Al: "Blueberry, bagel...they all start with which letter?"
Aa: "P...p...p...p...P!"
Al: "B-b-b-B.
Aa: "P-p-p-p-B!"

And, lastly, Aaron was trying to use the digital camera to take my picture and he wouldn't hold the button down long enough for the flash to go off. I said, "No, bud, you need to push it down and wait until it flashes." Aaron set the camera down on the piano, looked at it, and said, "I wait it flashes."