Children teach us so many important lessons, and their quotes are timeless classics that should stir the soul to remember fondly the days when life was simpler. Here are a few quotes that come to mind...
"I know you are but what am I?"
and who can forget the classic...
"Nanny-Nanny-Boo-Boo!"
--Ray
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"The promptings of the Holy Ghost will always be sufficient for our needs if we keep to the covenant path. Our path is uphill most days, but the help we receive for the climb is literally divine." --Elaine S. Dalton
When Cat's father died, child thing #2 was 4 years old. Her first word was "Bam pa" (Grandpa) and so they had a special bond.
One day she came up to me and wanted to know if she could "write" him a letter and I said that would probably be ok and so she went to town "writing" this letter. She just filled a paper full of a jumble of letters, but spent a long time doing it.
She finally announced she was done and I said, "So, what does it say?" She just kind of shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know, I can't read."
Poncho... thanks for this... I laughed till I cried. Then I started remembering... for myself.
Last spring my parents passed away about 5 weeks apart. My kids were very close to my parents. Daughter was asked to speak at gramma's funeral, Son1 at grampa's... They both were asked to talk about their memories... One of the memories Son1 had of daddy was being read to as a toddler... We also have pictures of occurances where grampa is reading a favored story... Son1 talked about how grampa would say..."What does this page say?" Son1 would make something up... Grampa would say, "VERY GOOD!!!" Son1 then grinned and explained to chuckles and "knowing" nods within the congregation that he THOUGHT he was reading back then... it wasn't until kindergarden that he realized that grampa was just making him feel like a big boy... Still it's one of his favorite memories.
Daughter talked about her memories of acutally sitting on gramma's lap while she sewed for her... Again we have pictures...
I am so grateful for the doctrine of eternal families... I look forward to many MORE memories with my parents and children through the eternities...
Your more than welcome Polly. Memories are so treasured. It makes me sad because most of my children never knew Cat's parents and my mother. My oldest two children were only 2 and 3 when my mother died. They were only 4 and 5 when Cat's Dad died and 8 and 9 when his mother died.
My kids only have a few memories of their grandparents. I grew up knowing most of my grandparents and I was very close to them, but they will never have that experience.
My oldest son who is non-verbal and autistic had a special bond with Cat's mom. (Kind of like my daughter had with his Dad). She dreamt about him before he was born and she even saw his face in her dream. He can't express what he feels very much, but when she died I think he understood. He gives "loves" by pressing his forehead against yours and when he saw his Grandma in the casket he lovingly and gently pressed his forehead against hers and gave her a love. That was his way of saying goodbye I think. It was one of the sweetest moments I have ever seen.
At our house it's either "Why?" or "I don't want to." Which is usually followed by us saying, "Because I said so." and "I don't care if you don't want to."
My favorite (and I would tell it to one friend who came over to play but then wouldn't play the rules I wanted to play by) was "Well, you can just go home and play by yourself."
Worked great until one day my friend wised up and said "Okay" and left. And he didn't come over to play again for several weeks.
The little ingrate...
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
Our 4 year old boy was in seventh heaven with having a bunch of teenage girls here last night. He latched on to one girl and she had to leave early. He looked at her and said, "Can I come to your house for a sleepover and stay forever and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and so on... Just now he was saying goodbye to the last of girls leaving and said, "Thank you, have a nice day! Thank you for coming!" The boy is a ladies man, what can I say?
heh. reminds me of my favorite calvin and hobbes comic...
His mom comes running in screaming at Calvin who is nailing nails into her coffee table, and she screams at him outraged, "What are you doing, nailing nails into my coffee table!?"
He looks up at her genuinely puzzled as though the answer was obvious and says, "Is this a trick question?"
Hee hee...
--Ray
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On our way to Wally World today, I noticed my 4yo daughter in the back seat had her cheeks bulging out. I said, "What's in your mouth?" "Mmm..mm." I said, "Is it food?" She shakes her head no. "Is it air?" Shakes head no. "Is it water?" She shakes her head yes. I thought, okay whatever. A block later a sneeze or cough made her lose her water. I said, "What did you have water in your mouth for?" She said, "Because I get thirsty at Wal-Mart and I could just swallow it into my tummy and not be thirsty."
My 11 month old doesn't have any good quotes yet, but he makes the most awesome pteradactyl noise when he's excited. Yaaaaaaeeeeeeeaaaaa! It's so cute. It's his greeting for you when you come home. Now we'll do it to him and he'll do it back.
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Life is tough but it's tougher if you're stupid. -John Wayne
When our 10 year old was little and if someone was throwing a ball she would say "Catch it to me!" And, when she was about our present two year old's age she had trouble pronouncing certain sounds, so when she would see a truck she would say 'er well...let's just say she had trouble sounding out the "t" and it would usually sound like an "f", but she did manage to get the "r" in there. So she would see a truck and yell out "F-R-U-C-K!" It was very embarrassing, but it was funny at the same time. Honestly we do not teach our children to swear! Honest! Am I going to get censored for this?
The 5th child in our family picked up a lot from my mom who was always using us older siblings to aid with the younger children. Whenever he needed something, he would yell, 'help him! help him!'
My son used to say that. I'd tease him by saying, "Sure, go ahead and hold me." He'd get fustrated and repeat the same line over and over. It was cute torturing him.
Have you ever had your children chant, "Kill Mommy, Kill Daddy." Over and over again? I kid you not, our first two children both did this, especially when we took long roadtrips and they were in their carseats for a long time, they'd just start chanting it...
It kinda creeped us out...
Of course my second child, Becca, she learned to talk at an extremely young, and she learned sentences, not single words. When she was a year old, on one roadtrip she blurted out, "Dad! Stop the Car! I'm Driving!"
She's also the one who informed us that she couldn't wait to be a teenager, and said, "When I go to college, I'm going to party!" (She was two at the time...)
-- Edited by rayb at 12:34, 2007-08-08
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Nah, though once it was at Dicks Marketplace parkinglot in Bountiful Utah... Mostly it happened driving in Wyoming on long trips... tween fort collins and Utah.
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
Ray, I would never do such a thing! I'm just wondering, since you are the epitome of kind, humble, and rational speech how your kids could have turned out any differently.
I blame the evil spirits in the world... honestly, I think there are times when our children just act absolutely contrary to any sense other than some malevolent spirit says, "Clock your brother in the head with this brick!" and the kid, just kinda hasn't learned to parse what impression comes from where and just kinda obeys, at least until a parent steps in or they get punished or they see that it's not a good thing... and then they learn.
--Ray
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