Oct 25, 2017

Kids say the darndest things...

Over the years, I've collected quotes from our family that are either cute or just downright hilarous. They've been compiled into a book, titled, "Kings Say the Darndest Things." In this book, Jacob is 4, Gabriel is 3, and Jarod turns 1 later that year.







A compilation of family quotes throughout the year: 2011


Strengthening Family Relationships

“Mommy, when I grow up, I want to marry you!”
--Jacob

“I don’t want a hug or a kiss…you can just kiss my hand.”
--Gabriel

Jacob:  “You’re the best!”
Gabriel:  “Yes I am!”

“Mommy, you’re Gabeeoh’s friend.”
--Gabriel

“Daddy, I like you!”
--Jacob

“Ohhh!  Look at this sweet card you sent me!  When did you send it?  Oh.  We hadn’t even met yet.”
--Kimberly

“I’ll need a unicorn for my girl, and a horse for me.  Then we can stay together.”
--Jacob planning his future

Jacob:  “Who are you going to marry?”
Gabriel:  “Ummm…I’m going to marry Grandpa Frye!”
Jacob:  “You can’t marry Grandpa Frye!  He’s a boy!”
Gabriel:  “Then I no get married!”

“When I get married, I need white clothes and garments.”
--Jacob

Jacob (putting a dandelion on the sofa for Mommy):  “Now keep it there ‘cuz I’m in love with you!”

“So…how’s it doing, Mom?”
--Jacob, trying to make small talk

Mommy:  “Why are you so cute?”
Gabriel:  “I so cute because I love you!”

“I like you guys!”
--Jacob, to Mommy and Daddy

Kimberly:  “I looked a lot cooler in my head.”
Spencer:  “At least you looked cool somewhere.”

“Mommy, I did what you asked!”
--Gabriel

“Just give him to me so I can finish feeling bad for myself.”
--Kimberly reaching for crying Jarod

Mommy:  “You’re my special Gabriel.”
Gabriel:  “Ooh!  I’m a beshow Daybeeoh!  I‘m a beshow Daybeeoh!”

“I love Heavenly Father and Jesus.  I want to give them a big hug!”
--Jacob
“Mommy, I love it when you smile at me and say, ‘Of course you can!’  Can you do that again?”
--Jacob

 “Mommy, can you give me a kiss?  It will put love in my heart.”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “You’re a cutie pie!”
Gabriel:  “Yes!”

Gabriel:  “Mommy, say foot.”
Mommy: “Foot.”
Gabriel:  Now say ball.”
Mommy:  “Ball.”
Gabriel:  “Now say football.”
Mommy:  “Football.”
Gabriel:  “Good job, Mommy!”

“He’s cute, he just got the stinky gene!”
--Spencer about Jarod

“I touch your bottom because I like you!”
--Gabriel

“Daddy, you can’t come in here!  This is my work!  But Mommy, you can come into my work, because you’re my girl.  I like girls.”
--Jacob

“Jacob, I am really your friend!”
--Gabriel after Jacob got mad at him

Spencer:  “I’m going to give you a nice, BIG surprise.”
Kimberly:  “Cake?”
Spencer (seductively):  “Happy  Birthday.”
Kimberly:  “Ooh!  Cake!”

Just to Clarify…

“I have a frog in my throat.  What kind of frog is it?  A boy?  A girl?”
--Jacob

“See the no hair?  That’s how the other Grandpa is made!”
--Gabriel

“I’ve heard I’m really awesome.  Not from you, though.”
--Spencer

Mommy:  “When you take the sacrament, you won’t be sitting with us.  You’ll be sitting in the front of the church.” (explaining the Primary Program)
Jacob:  “Will I be the Prophet?”

“I see kids!  There’s kids and girls.”
--Gabriel

“Where’s Grandpa?  I mean Mother?  I mean Daddy?”
--Jacob

“I want to say a word to you!”
--Gabriel
“The A says ‘cuh,’ the A says ‘cuh,’ every letter makes a sound, the A says ‘cook’!”
--Gabriel singing

“Ow!  I pulled a tiny hair on my back!  I mean, I don’t have any hair on my back.”
--Kim

“Did you finish ahh-brushing your teeth?”
--Daddy

“Are you asleep?”
--Kimberly whispering to sleeping Spencer

Mommy:  “Leave the (candy cane) wrapper on. I don’t want you to get all sticky.”
Gabriel:  “That’s okay!  I’ll get all sticky!”

“I’m not a pillow!”
--Jacob, telling Daddy not to lie on him

“I’m an awesome, sexy husband, minus the awesome and sexy.  I’m just a husband.”
--Spencer

“The only thing I need to repent of is my awesomeness!”
--Spencer

“K, Mom.  Here’s the deal…”
--Jacob

“That thing goes through lights like…a thing that goes through lights!”
--Spencer talking about our living room chandelier

“I didn’t make a big mess!”
--Jacob, the one who “didn’t” spill 750 toothpicks all over the floor at 6:30 am

“Mommy, that boy talks English.  Sometimes I talk English, too.”
--Jacob

“If that (bumper) were in my yard, I’d be so mad !  I’d be like, ‘Uh, move it.’”
--Kimberly

“You’re not going to throw up, because you’re a big girl?”
--Jacob

“I didn’t shut my eyes, and I’m not thinking!  I didn’t dream it!”
--Jacob (telling us how our car was honking by itself)

Gabriel:  “I need to go to work.”
Jacob:  “I need to go to work, too.”
Gabriel:  “No!  There’s no blue work, no black work.  Only red work.”
Mommy:  “Jacob, don’t suck on your shirt!”
Jacob:  “I didn’t!  I was asleep!  Gabriel came in my room and sucked my shirt.”

“I’m serious. .  .  . Mom, what does serious mean?”
--Jacob

Gabriel (watching me make up his bed):  “Is it made up?”
Mommy:  “Not yet.”
Gabriel:  “Is it made down?”

“I want to see how long is left…  I don’t think that was right.”
--Spencer

Jacob was asking what would happen if he fell off the treadmill and got all bent up.  “How would you blow me back up?...Maybe with hot air.”

“I don’t like dust…and I don’t like cleaning!”
--Kimberly

“If there are bad guys in the walls, will Heavenly Father come down and put handcuffs on them and take them to jail?”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “All superheroes have names:  Batman, Superman, Spiderman…”
Jacob:  “Oh, like Batman Spencer King?”
“Look, Mom!  There’s the mailman!  And there’s his car.  Now he’s walking to his car.  Now he’s opening the car door.  Now he’s getting in the car.  Now he’s closing the door.  Now he’s driving away!  See, Mom?”
--Gabriel

Jacob:  “Why do we have two boxes [of Scooby Snacks]?”
Mommy:  “Because one is old and one is new.”
Gabriel:  “You’re old?”

“Who made our house?  Is it Jesus or workers?”
--Jacob

“Is the water turning to chicken?”
--Gabriel (seeing chicken frying in oil)

“Are you Mommy, Mom?”
--Gabriel

“If I go poo-poo, will Heavenly Father come down and bring me a diaper?”
--Gabriel

Mommy:  “You’re silly.”
Jacob:  “I’m not a girl!”

“I’m so sick of being sick, and I’m tired of being tired!”
--Kimberly

“When I was born, awesome was created.”
--Spencer

Jacob:  “When are we going to their house?”
Mommy:  “Whose house?”
Jacob:  “Grandma and Grandpa’s.”
Mommy:  “Which one?  Frye or King?”
Jacob:  “You know, the one with the Grandpa!  The one with no hair.”

Gabriel:  “Look, Jacob!  There are stars in the sky!”
Jacob:  “No there isn’t.  Jesus wasn’t born on this night.”

“I just BARELY mopped…two days ago!”
--Mommy

“Gabe, do you have a mystery on your hand?”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Jarod’s getting so strong!  He’s going to be crawling soon.”
Gabriel:  “Like a spider?”

Jacob: “Gabriel, are you talking to my arm?”
Gabriel:  “No.”
Jacob:  “Are you talking to all of my skin?”

Spencer:  “I’m getting pretty handy with these things [crutches].”
Kimberly:  “What about when you fell down the stairs?”
Spencer:  “I didn’t fall…I glided!”

Spencer:  “I smell something gross, like the cats pooping.”
Kimberly:  “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Do I get to go to bed now?  Oh, GREAT.  I don’t want to go to bed!”
--Jacob

“Can I help?  Or yes?  Or no?  Or yes?  Or no?”
--Gabriel

“I’m really satisfied with myself.”
--Jacob (meaning to say disappointed)

Mommy:  “Good night, four-year-old!  I love you.”
Jacob:  “Good night, big girl Mommy!”

“Mommy, for Christmas, I don’t want my two front teeth.  That’s not how it is!”
--Jacob

“Why is she crying?  Is it because she’s a girl?”
--Jacob

In primary, we learned the words “In the lovely garden, the flowers are nodding.”  Aghast, Jacob turned back to me and asked, “The flowers are naughty?!”

Jacob:  “Stupid cat!”
Daddy:  “Don’t say that word.  It’s naughty.”
Jacob:  “Oh, only Mommy can say it?”
“If Professor breaks, can we get a new, cute Professor?”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Gabe, don’t hit the cat!”
Gabe:  “No, no, no.  I didn’t hit the kitty.  My hand  hit the kitty.”

Mommy:  “The answer is no.”
Gabriel:  “I know the answer is yes!”

Gabriel:  “Can I have fruit snacks?”
Daddy:  “No fruit snacks.”
Gabriel:  “There’s no fruit snacks?  We already eat fruit snacks?”

Mommy:  “Gabe, don’t hit me!”
Gabriel:  “No, no, no!  I’m wearing a costume!

Mommy:  “You’re my special Jacob.”
Jacob:  “Did the other Jacob break?”

Mind Your Manners

Mommy:  “Sweetie, I need to use the potty.”
Jacob:  “Wait a minute.  I need to look at my face first.”

“Gabe-ee-oh!  I smell your peewee!  Put your pants on!  I don’t want to smell you immodest!”
--Jacob

Gabriel:  “Ow!...Ow!...Mom, I said ow!”
Mommy:  “Oh, are you okay?”
Gabriel:  “Yeah.”
“You didn’t catch up with my answers!”
--Jacob

“I’ve been a good boy today.”
--Spencer

“Those are MY crumbs, Gabeeo!”
--Jacob

“Shut!”
--Gabriel telling us to be quiet

Daddy:  “You’re polar bear poo-poo!”
Jacob:  “That’s not funny!  Poo-poo is part of bottoms!

Mommy:  “Gabe, will you say, ‘Yes, Mommy’?”
Gabe:  “No!  I won’t say ‘yes, Mommy’.”

“I hope I have good dreams!  Goodnight!”
--Jacob

“Sometimes I lick my snot.”
--Jacob

“O-tay!”
--Gabriel

“You guys can do noogies after dinner.”
--Mommy

Kimberly:  “What was that sound?”
Spencer:  “A yawn gone wrong.”


“Excuse me, may I play?”  (trying to ask if he could be excused from the breakfast table)
--Gabriel

“Heh me, heh me, heh me, heh me, heh me!”
--Gabriel asking for help

“Mom, I sneezed again!  What do you saaayyy?”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Jacob, leave the cat alone!
Jacob:  (with a huge salute) “Yes sir!”

As the sacrament prayer was being said, Gabriel kept saying, “Zee-zee Cwy, Ameh!”

“You’re welcome, Mom, for doing that!”
--Jacob

I had sat on Gabriel’s blanket, and when he pulled it out from under me, he started crying hysterically.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“You made it warm!”

“I’m thankful for our cereals…”
--Jacob’s night prayer

“Oh!  Don’t kiss my hand!  I’ll put hand sanitizer on your kissing!”
--Gabriel

“Thank you to make me a mask!  So, so thank you!”
--Gabriel

“Shut your mouth and eat!”
--Mommy

“Oh, GREATYucky.  You sat on my gainket.”
--Jacob

“Oh, yes, yes!  Sure!  Sure!”
--Gabriel

“Jacob made my seat warm!”
--Gabriel, crying in frustration

“And we’re thankful for the pizza, but I don’t want to eat the pizza.  In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.”
--Jacob’s dinner prayer

“Oh!  Fay-doo, fay-doo, Mommy!”
--Gabriel thanking me

“Don’t put your finger up my nose!  If you put your finger up my nose, then I’ll put my finger up your nose!”
--Gabriel, wanting to get his own boogers out

“You have big feet?”
--Gabriel to Mommy



Safety First

“Mommy!  If you don’t put your seatbelt on, a policeman will take you out and spank you!”
--Jacob

“Just don’t quit Qwest until after you die.”
--Kimberly

“Gabriel, I can’t see where I’m talking!”
--Jacob sitting on sofa talking on play phone after Gabe shut off the lights

Mommy:  “Ooh!  Be careful!”
Gabriel:  “That didn’t scare myself.”

“Don’t kiss my owie!  You’ll get an owie on your face.”
--Gabriel

Kimberly:  “Spencer, watch the road!”
Spencer:  “I was just watching a bird…”

“The ABCs say ‘Don’t blow away’!”
--Gabriel warning me during a blizzard

Mommy:  “Gabe, are you okay?!” (after he fell down)
Gabriel:  “No, no, no.  That was fun.”

“When it gets dark outside, I’m going to take a big, big gun and shoot the dark!”
--Gabriel

Mommy:  “Jacob, don’t swallow your toothpaste.”
Jacob:  “I feel a kind, kind smell when I swallow it.”

“Don’t blow your sick air on me!”
--Jacob

“There were jungle ants, I killed them all, and I planted them.”
--Jacob, talking about burying the ants

“Warning.  I’m going to sit by you.  Brace yoursmelf.”
--Kimberly

“Gabriel, I can’t see where I’m talking!”
--Jacob sitting on the sofa, talking on his play phone after Gabe turned off the lights

During a blizzard, Gabriel wanted to stop it.  “I will use the gun to shoot that wind!”


Food For Thought

“I know I’m not a bag of chips.  I might look like a bag of chips, though.”
--Kimberly

“What do I smell?”
--Jacob asks when I’m cooking


Jacob:  “I love you, Mom.”
Mommy:  “I love you, too!”
Jacob:  “I said that ‘cause you’re making cookie bears.”

“I hate instant potatoes!  I don’t even have time to get anything ready!”
--Kimberly

“My favorite food is dirt!”
--Gabriel

Mommy:  “Sorry, the cake is dry.”
Jacob:  “Yeah it is…thank you!”

Spencer:  “How big do you want?” (slicing Kim a piece of cake)
Kimberly:  “I-hate-my-life big.”

Gabriel:  “Are we making gingerbread man heads?”
Mommy:  “No, we’re making gingersnaps.”

“One, two, three, four, five, six… Hey!  That’s not a lot of cookies!”
--Jacob counting what’s left in the cookie jar

“I think my spirit’s saying “I’m full!”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Eat all of your corn!”
Jacob:  “I need to stretch first, because my arms are full.”


Daddy:  “You need to eat faster.”
Jacob:  “It’s because my teeth are small.”

Kimberly:  “Oh, nice.  I put the soup in the container, but guess where I put it?”
Spencer:  “You left it out?”
Kimberly:  “Yeah.  That was nice and point-ful.”

Mommy:  “How did you get so strong?  Did you eat your vegetables?”
Gabriel:  “Oh, no.  I ate my popcorn!”

Mommy:  “These brownies are going to fall apart, so don’t get mad.”
Gabriel:  (overly cheerful) “I’ll get mad!”

Mommy:  “Did you get yogurt on your hand?” (seeing a wet spot on Gabe’s hand)
Gabriel:  “That’s not yogurt, that’s my lick!”

Jacob (looking at my Burger King bags):  Did you bring me a boy meal?”
Mommy:  What do you mean?
Jacob:  “You know!  A hamburger, French fries, and a toy!”
Mommy:  “Oh!  You mean a kid’s meal!

“What do you mean it was pointless to eat those veggies?  I wasn’t eating them to get healthy!
--Kimberly (binging on chocolate after eating veggies)
“Guys!  Guys!  I’m eating a horsey!”
--Gabriel

Jacob:  “Is this egg?” (pointing to Swiss cheese on his sandwich)
Mommy:  “No, it’s Swiss.” (leaving off the word “cheese” since he decided he hated cheese)
Daddy (whispering to Mommy): “You should have told him it was egg.”
Mommy to Jacob:  “It’s Swiss egg!”

“When you say that, it makes me not want to eat anymore!  It makes me want to eat grass.”
--Jacob threatening Gabe

“You’d better eat your rice!  I slaved long and hard for that…two months ago!”
--Mommy (referring to frozen leftovers)

Gabriel:  “Can I have more marshmallows?”
Mommy:  “No, that’s too much sugar.”
Gabriel:  “Can I have more sugar?”

Mommy:  “Gabe, do you have four cookies?”
Gabriel:  “No, I only have one.  See?  One, one, one, one!” (counting all four)

Jacob:  “I don’t want marshmallows [in my hot chocolate].”
Daddy:  “The marshmallows will melt.  You won’t even taste them.”
Jacob:  “They’re ice cream marshmallows?”

Spencer:  “So what made you save only two cookies?”
Kimberly:  “I got too sick to finish them.”

Life’s Great Mysteries

Gabriel:  “Mommy?  Mommy?  Mommy?”
Mommy:  “What, Gabe?”
Gabriel:  “Ummmmmm…”

Jacob (with a flower to his ear):  “I was trying to hear him breathing!”

“Why is there a scrape in the sky?”
--Jacob, pointing to an airplane trail

Jacob:  “Is the moon hot?”
Mommy:  “No.”
Jacob:  “It’s like a chip?”

“Nothing is where I find it!”
--Spencer

Jacob:  “What do I smell?”
Mommy:  “You smell dinner.”
Gabriel:  “I smell my bike!”

Jacob:  “Mom?”
Mommy:  “What?”
Jacob:  “So…I don’t know.”
“Don’t take what she says with a grain of butter.”
--Spencer

“So a horse needs 16, 8, 5 monies?”
--Jacob figuring how much horses cost



“Hurry up!  I’m afraid I’m going to get cold up!”
--Jacob (getting dressed after his bath)

“Yes, none of that made sense, but it was awesome anyways.”
--Spencer

“If you want to call me ‘babe’, you’ll have to get me a real good costume.”
--Jacob

“Is it still today?”
--Jacob

Kimberly:  “Honey, how much time is left?”
Spencer:  “Only 2/3 of the time is left.”
Kimberly:  “I can’t figure that out!...Oh, 20 minutes.”

“That’s like saying to Sodom and Gomorrah, ‘You’ve never had a hail storm, have you?’”
--Spencer

“Why is there a scrape in the sky?”
--Jacob, pointing to an airplane trail
Gabriel was shouting nonsense while shining a flashlight in his face.  After several minutes of doing this, he reverently said, “Amen.”

We were watching “Hook”, and when Peter Pan kissed his old teddy bear, Jacob asked, “Did he take a bite out of it?”

Mommy:  “I need to go visiting teaching in one hour.”
Jacob:  “Oh, no.  You’re late.”

“How does Santa Claus fit in the chimney?  Does he turn into a bat?”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Gabe, push the circle button!”
Gabriel:  “Oh, no!  The circle is under arrest!”

Daddy:  “I just want you to sit there and not talk.  Can you do that?”
Jacob:  “Yes…Okay.  First, chapter three…”

“You know I’m a young dad, because instead of getting gray hairs, I get pimples.”
--Spencer

“Why is all of my one cups always dirty?!”
--Kimberly

Kimberly:  “Let's see how long this movie is.”
Spencer:  “How long is it?”
Kimberly:  “84 minutes.”
Spencer:  “That's it?  Only 124 minutes?”

“Well, if you count some sheep for me, it will help me wear out and fall asleep.”
--Jacob

“All this time, you thought you married someone younger than you.  Right now, biologically, I’ve got your dad beat!”
--Spencer

“Hello, ball?  Where are you, ball?  Come here, ball!”
--Gabriel

“On the other year, did I wake up from my long nap?”
--Jacob

“What letter makes the ‘F’ sound?”
--Daddy

Jacob:  “Can I water my flowers?”
Daddy:  “No…you’ll kill them.”
Gabriel:  “He’s not going to kill them.  He’s helping them grow healthy and strong!”

“Remember the truth of God, the Eternal Father.”
--Jacob’s prayer
“I know what forget means.  It means…what does it mean again?”
--Jacob

“I knew there was a word for it, but when I started to talk, poof!  It was gone.”
--Daddy

Mommy:  “Oh, I guess the mail’s here.  I see footprints in the snow.”
Daddy:  “That was there earlier.”
Mommy:  “Oh, maybe it was the newspaper carrier, then.”
Jacob:  “Or maybe, it was a monster!”

 “You can do threes or fours.  Or, if you want, you can even do nones.  There’s nothing wrong with doing nones!”
--Spencer (Talking about lifting weights) 

Mommy:  “Gabriel, in two days, you’re going to be three!”
Gabriel:  “Do you want to be five?”

“I didn’t say I was smart.  I said I was brilliant.  Wait, that doesn’t work…”
--Kimberly

“I just don’t know what to say!”
--Jacob

Daddy:  “Why is the bedroom light on?”
Jacob:  “Gabriel has a Go-Gadget arm!”
Daddy (exercising):  “Oh, my legs are killing me!”
Jacob (sitting on sofa):  “My legs are killing me, too!”

Mommy:  “Gabe, do you know that you’re going to turn 3 years old soon?”
Gabriel:  “Yeah!  I’m going to turn into you.”

Gabe riding on the rocking horse:  “I’m going to put gas in it to make it go fast, fast, fast!”

“One!....Two!...Don’t make me count so high!”
--Daddy warning the boys

“When I get bigger, I’m going to buy a girl costume, and I’m going to marry myself!”
--Jacob

Kimberly:  “Isn’t Gabe looking so mature?”
Spencer:  “What about me?”
Kimberly:  “Spence, you’re looking so mature!”
Spencer, arms straight up in the air and running around in tiny circles:  “Hee-hee-hee!  Hee-hee-hee!”

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten, twenty-eleven…wait a minute!”
--Kimberly

“My happy face blew away!”
--Gabriel
Mommy:  “Jacob, you’re just full of questions, aren’t you?”
Jacob:  “And I’m not a squirrel.  I’m not!”

“Are your thinkings out, or are they still in?”
--Jacob

Love At Home

Gabriel:  “You make me sooo mad!”
Jacob:  “I’m mad, too!”
Gabriel:  “Then I not mad.  I happy.”

Jacob:  “I can’t believe this house!”
Mommy:  “Why?”
Jacob:  “Because I love it!”

Jacob:  Augh!  I don’t like your crying!”
Gabriel:  “You like my cry!”

Kimberly:  “Oh my goodness!”
Spencer:  “That won’t take long to explain.”

(Daddy talking to Jarod):  “Give me kisses, give me—ow!  That’s not a kiss!”

Kimberly:  “Yes, Mommy is still grouchy leftover from yesterday.”
Spencer:  “Leftovers?  Yes!  I love leftovers!”

Daddy (sarcastically):  “You’re being so nice to me.”
Gabriel:  “I no be nice!  I be naughty!  Naughty!”

“Gabeeo, you’re starting my patience!”
--Jacob

Jacob:  “I’m never going to talk to you again!”
Gabriel:  “You will talk to me…right now!”

Kimberly to the fighting cats:  “Kids, will you knock it off?”

“Parenting tip # 344:  Never spank an angry pirate who’s holding a sword.”
--Kimberly

“You’re a mean nice-person.”
--Spencer

“Gabe, just play your own game and start your own engine.”
--Daddy

“Okay, Jacob.  I’ve got to go…do something.”
--Daddy tired of Jacob’s long story

Living the Dream

Spencer:  “What time is it?”
Kimberly:  “I don’t know.  Morning.”
Spencer:  “After last night, there is no morning.  Only doom.”

“I want to ride a horsey.  It was a dream come true.”
--Jacob

“This smells so beautiful!”
--Jacob (smelling a candle)

After Spencer lit a match, Gabriel started singing “Happy Birthday to you.”

Spencer:  “I’m just trying to help.”
Kimberly:  “You are?”
Spencer:  “…myself!”

“Bye, Daddy!  Have a good dream at work today!”
--Jacob

“I’m going to ride my Lightning McQueen horsey!”
--Gabriel


Daddy:  “Jacob, are you coming?”
Jacob:  “Where are we going?  To Never Land?”
Daddy:  “No, to Macey’s.”
Jacob:  “Oh.  I thought we were going to Never Land.”

Gabriel:  “Can I get a sticker?”
Mommy:  “Did you go pee in the potty?”
Gabriel:  “No, I went pee in my pants!  So can I get a sticker?”


“Some people have horses for pets…  we have cats.”
 --Mommy

“When I get bigger, I want to be a measuring man so I can always wear this [measuring tape].”
--Jacob

“I’m going to stand on the sky and take down the moon.”
--Gabriel

Silliness

“Mom, I called my glasses a rascal!”
--Gabriel

“That was fun.  I’ll call that ‘Excitement Number Five’.”
--Spencer, after gagging

“Bye, Mom!  I’m going inside my blanket to get dinner ready!”
--Gabriel

“I look like a monkey when I got undressed!”
--Gabriel

“Morning: 1
Mommy:  0”
--Spencer, when my ingredients fell to the floor

“Watch me be a rainbow!”
--Gabriel

(Jacob rubbing under his nose with his finger)
Mommy:  “Do you have to blow your nose?”
Jacob:  “Nah.  I’m just playing the violin.”

“That was fun!  That why I say, “Wee-hoo!”
--Gabriel

“Oh, I am so clever today!”
--Spencer

“When I say ‘cah-cah,’ it make me silly.”
--Gabriel

“We’re eating boogers for dinner tonight.”
--Mommy, not wanting to figure out dinner

Mommy:  “Gabe, say ‘Ooh-la-la!’
Gabriel:  “Oooh, yeah!”

Mommy:  “Do you like your lunch?”
Jacob:  “Yes, Mrs. Claus.”

“Ah, ah, ah-choo!  Hey!  Air came out and blew Mom’s hair off!”
--Jacob

“Did you hear my sound?  Coo-coo!  That’s how I made my toot.”
--Gabriel


Quite Literally

(Gabe with olives on his fingers)
Mommy:  “Those look like army hats!
Gabriel:  “No.  They look like…finger hats.”

Jacob:  “Mommy is asleep.”
Gabriel:  “No, her head is awake!”

Kimberly:  “Oh my goodness!”
Spencer:  “That won’t take long to explain.”

Gabriel:  “Mommy, why are you lying down?”
Mommy:  “Because I just can’t stand it anymore.”

Jacob:  “Why do we need toilet paper?”
Mommy:  “Do you want to wipe your bottom with your hand?”
Jacob:  “Sick!  Then I’d have to throw myself away!”

“Do you talk English, Dad?”
--Jacob

Mommy handed Gabe a cracker with a squeeze-cheese smiley face on it.  Gabe asked, “There’s a mouth on it?  And a forehead?”

“See the mountains?  That’s East.  That’s where the tormadoes are.”
--Gabriel

“Grandpa?  Are you asleep?  Why are you sleeping?  Are you tired?”
--Jacob

I told Grandma Frye that Jacob was dying to talk to her on the phone.  When he got on, in a meek little voice, he said, “Gwamma, I’m dying.”

“Look, Mom!  Someone gave us a car!”
--Jacob seeing a car parked in front of our house

“Oh, I know!  If we ask the Holy Ghost, he’ll teach us how to make a horse!  Like where to glue the feet…”
--Jacob

Gabriel:  “Mommy, Jacob threw Daddy’s stick into the garden!”
Mommy:  “Oh, I see…”
Gabriel:  “No, you don’t see!”

“Where’s my kickoe-fing?”
--Jacob asking for the “tickle thing” on his blanket, a little string he uses to tickle his eyes, nose and mouth.

Grandma King: “Is that your car?”
Gabriel:  “No, no, no!  It’s not a car!”
Grandma King:  “What is it?”
Gabriel:  “It’s Lightning McQueen car!”

Daddy:  “Can you say, ‘I’m Batman’?”
Gabriel:  “I’m Gabe-ee-oh!”

Gabriel (reading an alphabet book together and pointing to the letter O):  “Look, there’s an O!  Like Gabe-ee-OH!”

Daddy:  “Just a second, Jarod!”
Mommy:  (pause) “You’re late.”

“If I cry, I’ll have to put my thumb inside my mouth so I can calm down, okay?”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Do not, do not repeat yourself!”
Daddy:  “That’s a good way to teach him.”
Mommy:  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Jacob (looking at an ad):  “Uh-oh.  There’s pictures of shoes.  Now we need to buy some shoes.”

“I should write my own blog with writing on it.”
--Spencer

Daddy:  “Jacob, you kicked that bottle over again.”
Jacob:  “Augh!  Stop, Jacob!”

Jacob:  “Who’s this?”
Mommy:  “That’s the angel, Gabriel.”
Jacob (whining):  “I wanted it to be Angel Jacob.”

Mommy (after giving Gabe 3 markers and offering Jacob 3):  “Do you want to color with these, too?”
Jacob:  “No, three.”

Mommy:  “If Jacob jumped off a mountain, would you?”
Gabriel:  “Where’s the mountain?  (looking out window)  That mountain?”

The Human Body Mystery

“When I get older, I want a big head, big ears, big feet…and a big chin like Daddy!”
--Jacob

“My mouth is sad.”
--Jacob

“I feel achy in my face.”
--Kimberly

“Heaven forbid I’m a mortal!”
--Spencer

“When I get bigger, will my ears fall out and I’ll get bigger ears?”
--Jacob

Jacob:  “Mommy, how tall are you?”
Mommy:  “I’m five feet, six inches.”
Gabriel:  “I have five feet, too!”

After explaining that babies have no teeth, Gabriel said, “I’ll put my teeth in baby Jarod!”

Jacob:  “When I’m five, will I get a newer voice?”

“Mommy, I have good news and bad news.  Good news?  My socks stink.  Bad news?  My feet stink.”
--Jacob

“Is Jarod’s head zipped up inside?”
--Jacob

“I have bones inside that make me really good talking.”
--Jacob

Gabriel:  “I am big!” (hugs Jacob to measure and looks up)  Oh, maybe I still little.”

“You open it.  I don’t have enough power to do it.”
--Jacob

Jacob:  “Is my bottom a little bit big yet?”
Mommy:  “Yes.”
Jacob:  “Good.”

Jacob:  “Do I have black light on me?” (pointing to chin)
Mommy:  “No.”
Jacob:  “If you see black light, you’ll tell me?  ‘Cause that’s my beard that you’ll see.”
“I don’t want to grow up!  I don’t want to be a man.  I just want to be a man when I’m little.  Can you stop me growing up?”
--Jacob

“Gabe, I don’t have five hands!  I only have one  han—two hands!”
--Mommy

Mommy:  “Let me clean your hand.”
Gabriel:  “I was washing it with my tongue!”

Mommy:  “Can you put this [vanilla] in the cupboard on the top shelf?”
Gabriel:  “No, no, I can’t.  My hands are too tiny.  But if I had Mickey Mouse hands…”

Mommy (to Gabe, who’s sucking his thumb):  “Are you growing some new teeth?”
Gabriel:  “Uh-huh.  I’m making it grow.”

“I want a new voice to speak English like Peter Pan.”
--Jacob

“Don’t talk any words!”
--Mommy

“Gabriel, did your bones break?  Sometimes mine break.  Sometimes the glue that sticks to them—the yucky glue—comes off.”
--Jacob

“Mommy, will it be cool if I wake up and have big hands?”
--Gabriel

“Look, Mommy!  I have feet nails!”
--Gabriel

“I look like somebody else!”
--Jacob after a haircut

“I don’t think Dad heard the noise from my voice.”
--Jacob

Mommy:  “Do you want a bite?”
Gabriel:  “No.  It will give me long eyes.  I’ll get big eyes if I take a bite.  I don’t want big eyes.”

“You’re squishing my face off!”
--Gabriel to Mommy who’s washing his face

Gabriel:  “Can you help me eat?”
Mommy:  “No, I’m helping Jarod eat.  I’m not an octopus.  I don’t have eight arms.”
Gabriel:  “Yes you do.  You have eight arms!”

“I didn’t know how to think, because my thinking was already out of me.”
--Jacob

“It’s unusual how good-looking I am!”
--Spencer

Daddy:  “Ouch!  Don’t hit my Adam’s Apple!”
Jacob:  “Apple?”

“Ouch!  My noise hurt my ears!”
--Spencer

“I’ve got a lot of crazy in my genes!”
--Kimberly

Gabriel (pointing to the back of Jacob’s hair):  “There’s a tormado right there!”

“I didn’t hear your answer.  Sometimes people’s ears have tiny, tiny holes.”
--Jacob

“Some soap got into my eyes.  But that’s okay.  My eyes smell good.”
--Jacob


Jul 11, 2015

Motherhood doesn't mix with writing

Well, here I am again, same spot, same story, but with another little addition to our family.  I still haven't finished my first book, I don't blog the way I wish I could, I'm still not funny, and I'm still lacking in the old wisdom department.  Is this how all famous people start?  Boringly ordinary, until they catch their big break?  Or do the greats all start out as greats?  Maybe being great isn't my destiny.  Maybe even being a great writer isn't my destiny, either.  I work hard at being a great mom, but as it turns out, I'm great at failing.  That's something, isn't it?

I have a writer friend who swears that it's okay to put off dishes and laundry to write, but I can't do that.  I can't submerge myself into something when my job as a homemaker comes first.  Maybe in a few years, when the kids are all in school, things can change for me.  It's hard gathering my thoughts when the baby is in the back room, crying and fussing, and refusing to go to bed (STILL, after trying multiple times for the past hour and a half).  It's hard getting in the mood to write, when the house is in complete disarray, the dishes are piled up, and if I don't get those bowls and spoons washed before morning, I'm going to have to do them while the kids are grumpy and hungry, and waiting.  The thing about motherhood is that it is so consuming.  SO CONSUMING.

They say to sleep when the baby sleeps, but that only happens after the other children have been fed.  Then, if I'm lucky, I can get them all into their rooms for quiet time and I can have a few minutes to myself before the baby wakes.  It usually turns out that as soon as I lie down to get my much needed nap, that's when baby's decided that nap time is over.  And then I get her out of her crib, feed her for the millionth time that day, and look around at the house as it slowly disintegrates around me, and wonder how will I ever get this place cleaned, much less find time to even think about writing?

I sit here, frazzled, wondering how to even end this blog with my baby screaming in the background, echoing off the monitor, and feeling about twelve of my hairs turning stark white.  I've got lots of those now, and I'm way too young to have this many.  Is this what parenthood does to you?

Jul 20, 2014

Trilogy

Writing is exhausting.  I don't know if it is for anyone else, but for me, it takes a lot out of me.  My book that I began over three years ago has suddenly turned into a trilogy.  It was definitely unexpected.  As my story progressed, I realized that several things needed to happen.  The first two books were easily written, but book 3 has been my greatest challenge.  As my characters have faced difficulties, I, too, struggled.  It's hard writing about things I just want to hurry up and be done with.  It's hard hashing out the difficult times, knowing that better things are ahead.

I got stuck in denial for several months, not wanting to even touch my book, because I couldn't bear the thought of my characters interacting.  I hated them.  I hated who they had become, and what was to come.  But...I had committed to going to a writer's retreat with some friends for several days of just.  writing.  in.  complete.  silence.  So, I needed to pick up my book again, and face the music, however ugly it might be.

It was difficult, because every paragraph was painful to write.  Every hour I sat in my hotel room, tearing at my brain while developing my story, was agony.  Finally, on the last day, my story started flowing, and my fingers flew across my keyboard.  But I must have been in some sort of trance, because when I finally opened up my book to write some more last week, I didn't recognize it.  Any of it.

"What the heck?!" I asked as I read the last paragraph.  I had absolutely no clue what was going on.  I read the previous page, and was still lost.  Where on earth had my characters gone, and what did they think they were doing?  I had to go back a couple of chapters before I remembered what had caused this strange chain of events.  I couldn't believe how completely different my book had suddenly become without me even knowing it!  I was so certain my book was still in that horrible stuck place from before my retreat, that it was a surprise to see that it had progressed without my knowledge.

Unfortunately, I am once again stuck.  I know a simple freewrite will free me from the dilemma I am now facing, but it seems like too much work.  There's so much planning, so many more problems my characters need to face and overcome, that I don't wanna do it.   I just might be the laziest writer out there.  Or maybe, my life just isn't in the right place to dedicate my time to writing.  It almost seems like a waste, though, to give up when I'm so close to being done.  I need to find the motivation to pick up where I left off, and finish off my book!

Feb 8, 2014

Gingerbread Winter

White icicles dangle down rooftops
On our gingerbread village
Snow-covered trees become
Pretzels dipped in white chocolate
As fog clings to crispy branches
Tiny gumdrop lights
Lining all the houses
Sweeten even the harshest of blizzards
That threaten to tip
The marshmallow-melted snowmen
Whose grins have warped like licorice
Winter,
Sweet candy cane winter,
Teasing us to take a bite
But gingerbread isn't always pleasing
And your claws can be
Sharp
Like dried frosting.




Dec 31, 2013

Life from a child's view

Over the past year, I've collected hilarious things that my children have said.  I thought it might be fun to share some of these.  Jacob was 6, Gabriel was 5, and Jarod was 3.

Gabriel (to Daddy, who squashed a mosquito):  “Are you petting the mosquito?”

Jacob (to Caleb, who's learning to say sounds):  “Say guh.”
Caleb:  “Guh.”
Jacob:  “Say juh.”
Caleb:  “Duh-duh.”
Jacob:  “Say microwave!”

Mommy (hiding and jumping out at Jacob):  “Boo!”
Jacob (jumping):  “You didn’t scare me.  I just bounced up for fun.  I was trying to see past you.”

Jacob:  “Why, instead of graduation hats, were they ingenious hats?”

Gabriel:  “Are giraffes made of meat?”
Mommy:  “Yes.”
Gabriel:  “Then why are they yellow?”

Gabriel:  “So, after garbage gets taken to the dump, the garbage turns to newspaper?”

Jacob (talking about Christ's manger):  “All the animals live there, except for bats.  And vampires.”

Jarod (watching movie on Christ’s resurrection and seeing nail prints in His hands):  “Jesus need Band-aid?”

Gabriel:  “I hope Santa gives me a hook for Christmas so I can cut off my hand.”

Jacob (hugging Mommy):  “Your hair smells like a dirty diaper!  You need to wash it.”

Mommy (to Jacob, who’s fanning himself):  “Are you hot?”
Jacob:  “No, it help me not be tired anymore.  When I swish myself, it gets me smarter.”

Gabriel:  “Is there whirlpools in our necks?”
Mommy:  “No.”
Gabriel:  “Then how come our food goes down to our tummy?”

Gabriel (watching Mommy put on eyeliner):  “Does that make you see better?”

Gabriel:  “Is one throat a yelling throat?  Do we have three throats?  One is a breathing throat, one is a cereal throat, and one is a yelling throat.”

(Mommy was explaining necks to Jarod)
Jarod (looking down shirt):  “Go?  Where neck?”

Jacob (examining hands):  “Am I glued together?”

Jacob:  “Belly buttons don’t talk, right?”

Jacob (asking about T-ball):  “Will there be any older kids?”
Mommy:  “No, T-ball is only for 5-year olds and 6-year olds.
Jacob:  “How about any tall-year-olds?”

Mommy:  “Did you brush your teeth?”
Gabriel:  “Yes.”
Mommy:  “Let me smell your breath…Gabe!  You didn’t brush.”
Gabriel:  “I drank some water, and my breath went into my tummy.”

Jarod (pulling on head):  “My head’s stuck!  Can you take off my head?”

Mommy:  “Jacob, will you bless the food?”
Gabriel:  “What?!  He said the blessing tomorrow!”

Gabriel:  “What’s in the bag?”
Mommy:  “Carrot skins.”
Gabriel:  “So are carrots alive since they have skin?”

Mommy:  “Did you write ‘hi’ on the bathroom wall?”
Jacob:  “No.  I never learned it in school.”
Gabriel:  “I did it.”
Jacob:  “That’s not fair!  He’s smarter than me!  No, I’m just joking.  I’ve got more brains than him because I go to school.”

And this was my all-time favorite:

Jacob:  “After I go pee, I’m making a fairy house.  I just love fairies.”



Dec 26, 2013

Burn Out

Sometimes I check my blog, just to see if a new post magically appeared.  It never does.  It's hard to find inspiration and time with things as crazy as they are.  I always wish that I could be one of those bloggers, faithfully posting away and inspiring many with their wit or life-changing insights.  However, I'm a mom to four very rowdy, loud, and very tiring boys, so it's hard to want to sit and write.  Maybe I'm not the writer I always dreamed I'd be, or maybe the timing just isn't right.  Either way, that story that I thought was finished ended up not being finished.  I read it again with a fresh perspective, and realized that it lacks a certain charm.  I think I've got an idea that will make it unique, based off of an idea I got from another book I read and fell in love with.  If time and sanity allow, I hope to revise my book, and add in some spice to make it better.  It's pretty shallow and bland right now as it is, and that's not something I'd feel proud of sending off to an agent.  It might be a couple of years before the end product is something I can be excited about.  Or at least a progress of some sort that I can be excited about.

I wish I had some insights to share, but the only thing weighing on my mind currently is the cheese ball I indulged in after wrestling the kids into bed.  And the fact that I have the next two days with my husband for his days off, and he'll get the pleasure of getting everyone down for the night.  Boy, it's tough being a mom, especially on nights like tonight.  Thank goodness I had that cheese ball to get me through it.