She's Just At That Age

I know that it may seem that all of my posts are Lennon inspired. She is not my favorite child. I love them all the same. Crayton and Piper still say funny things. They are beginning to have opinions about being featured on this blog, and so it is, I refrain from posting them very often. For my journal recording purposes I have to document the following funnies about Lennon and Crue.

While getting ready for her Halloween party at school:

Lennon: Being a cheater-leader is really fun mama. But what I really wish that I could be for Halloween is an abomination.

Mom: Oh! What is an abomination, Bops?

Lennon: I don't know. But it sounds like it would be a really fun costume.

Mom: Maybe next year.

Last Sunday While Driving To Aunt 'Lorla's':

Lennon: Oh! I love hims so much and just want to marry him! (said with longing)

Mom: Who?

Lennon: Shadders.

Mom: Oh, maybe when you are 27.

15 minutes later :

Lennon: Oh! My heart is burning with love and passion!

Mom: (Snapping out of her zone where she hears nothing but her own thoughts while she is driving even though it sounds like there are 53 kids in the back seat.) What did you just say?

Lennon: I said that my heart is burning with love and passion.

Mom: Um...why did you say that?

Lennon: Because it is. For Shadders.

Mom: (offers up this silent prayer). Please, I beg of You, let her channel her burning love and passions in a positive and productive ways. Please bless that they are in no way, shape or form, related to boys until she is done with college. Please bless that sometime in the near future the Mormon church begins a 'nun in training' program. I know that it doesn't exactly jive with the teachings but, Father, just this once? Amen.

Now on To Crue:

Nap time has been special lately. Crue has taken to fighting his naps. Bedtime also. He has also decided that the risk of injury is not as risky as falling asleep and therefore takes flying leaps out of his bed daily. Last week he fought and fought and fought to stay out of bed. I thought he was asleep and began putting away laundry in my closet. When I looked down and saw the poutiest little face i have ever seen.

Mom: What are you doing out of your bed? It's nap time, buddy, and you should be asleep.

Crue: I am too sad to take a nap. My fadda (father) died. (Bigger pouty lip)

Mom: Your father died?

Crue: Ya... my fadda died and my tummy is hungee (hungry) for dinna (dinner) and so i need a hot gog (dog). Really bad.

Mom: Okay. That is funny enough that you can stay up from your nap. You win.

Later That Night:

Crayton was assigned the task of showering Crue before bed. (Crue could shower 15 times a day and still always look like he doesn't have a home and is forced to make his way in this life by dumpster diving. We try.)

Crue: Bubba, I can't take a show-a (shower). My fadda passed away and i'm too sad.

(Pouty lip, head hung low, which is even cuter when he is dressed up like a little cupid.)

I was a little worried when he kept on talking about his father dying. Ryan was out of town, with no cell phone service. I am happy to report that our 24 day separation from one another is over. I couldn't be happier. Once he shaved, I loved him even more. I didn't think it was possible.