A Little Slice of Holiday Life

It is time to move on and get back to blogging.  Here are some of my favorite happenings and quotes from the last couple months.

I called home from the store, "How big is the turkey in the refrigerator?"
Fernie, "About as big as Mark's head."
Me..."I meant how many pounds!?"

"It's the 12 days of Christmas...Oooooon the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeEEEE...now someone needs to remind me to sing the second day tomorrow and then the third day the day after that...."


"LOOK!  It's a search helicopter wagging its light around...ooooOOOR... its an oddly placed light house." (on our drive home up into the foothills -- no where near the ocean)
  
"Mom...YOUR son is wearing roller blades on the grass...trying to get on his bike... and ride it..."

"Oooooon the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeEEEE"  Sings and stops - I can see where this is going.

"You can't sleep with that huge wrench in your bed...Mom, she has a huge wrench in her bed with her." screams big sister.  Little sister replies, "It is not a WENCH!"  didn't hear much after that...I was laughing too hard. (sometimes speech issues are pretty funny - who really needs the 'r' sound, right?) 

"NO, Mary, I am not buying you a book on how to split the atom for Christmas."  - what a responsible father :)

 Runs out of bedroom..."I forgot to sing the days of Christmas today!"...starts the song and sings through the fifth day runs back to bed.  Everyday he sings the appropriate number of days to the song.


"WAIT!" the brownies are out of the oven but Hunter doesn't want them cut yet, "We have to put the 'white hand of Saruman' on the brownies."








Overstimulated plus bored equals BBQ sauce art at Sizzler

 You know when people take two fingers and point to their eyes and then your eyes to indicate that they are watching you?  Well, Hunter for a long time has used three fingers to himself and two to everyone else insisting, jokingly,  that he has an invisible third eye.  Needless to say this hat was the perfect Christmas gift for our three eyed boy.  That evening he announced that with the hat on he is a, "hexoclops"




The Ninth Day of Christmas ADHD style!

Jaren: knock knock (on my bathroom door)
Mom:  "I'm in the bathroom"
Jaren:  "Can we open my presents now."
Mom:  "Nooooo"
Jaren:  "why?" (dejected)
Mom:  "For starters, I'm in the bathroom!"