Kid Stuff

This edition isn’t all kid quotes, but there are several in here. Keep in mind, this is my baby book/journal, and feel free to skip around if mommy stuff doesn’t interest you. There’s some pretty good stuff in here, though. 🙂

Bennett was playing a game on the computer.
B: My tummy hurts.
Me: Are you hungry?
B: No. It hurts cuz I’ve been clicking a lot.

Jeffrey was playing Super Scribblenauts this morning. Super Scribblenauts is a game in which the player uses adjectives and nouns to make crazy combinations to accomplish tasks throughout the game. I have no idea what the object is, but it’s one of his favorite games and he hasn’t tired of it, so I’m happy. He frequently asks me for suggestions for items or how to spell an item he’s thought of. He comes up with some really off-the-wall stuff. This morning was the best, though.
J: Remind me to never put a baby that’s graduated college into a safe.
Me: There are so many things wrong with that sentence, I don’t even know where to start.

Jeffrey: “Agent Oso” is a stupid show. It teaches kids that instead of asking an adult how to do something to go ask their stuffed bear.

Had I not accidentally published my last Kid Quotes post before I meant to (which happened yesterday as I write this), I could have just added this to Bennett’s nighttime saga.
Bedtimes have never been a battle for us, until recently. Last week, Bennett told me, “There’s nothing to do while we sleep.” I posted this on Facebook with the comment, “How do I argue with that?” Several people mentioned that we dream, and others mentioned that kids grow while they sleep. (One person did reply, “He does have a point”.) So last night when he had another not-wanting-to-go-to-sleep night, I tried the “but you need to grow” path. Let’s revisit my late-night Facebook post to see how that worked:

Remember last week when Bennett told me, “There’s nothing to do while we sleep,” and several of you told me to tell him we grow in our sleep? Well, he didn’t want to go to sleep tonight, but he was obviously beyond tired. “You have to go to sleep so you can grow big so you can beat Jeffrey up.” He did like that and stopped crying to smile. Then he burst into tears. “But then I’ll be too big to play with my LeapPad!” Took me 30 minutes to convince him he wouldn’t grow that big in one night.

(Yes, I was kidding about the beating-up thing. Mostly. They are brothers.) Eventually, I talked him down, but even as he was falling asleep, he was mumbling, “I need to sleep so I’ll grow. But I still get to play my LeapPad. I won’t grow too big for that.” Now that I’ve traumatized my child, I can tell you, that’s not a good way to get a kid to go to sleep.

I sold several hundred books for my mom on eBay and I boxed up the last of them yesterday to take to the post office. At 4:00, I was ready to walk out the door, when Bennett suddenly decided he wanted to go with me. Just as it started pouring rain. I couldn’t wait until today to take the boxes to the post office, because they already had the date stamp on the postage, and while I might have been able to slip one box through, I didn’t want to deal with hassle of getting new date stamps on six boxes. I tried to explain to Bennett that he would get wet, and the boxes would get wet, because I wouldn’t easily be able to manage getting him out the carseat, watching him in the parking lot, and making 2-3 trips in an out to carry the boxes. He was crying and really upset at being left behind, so I let him come. He fell asleep on the five-minute ride. That would explain the tears. After waiting a few minutes for the rain to at least slow down, then deliberating whether to wake him, I took the chance of letting him sleep. It took me three trips inside to get all boxes in, but I did it all without him waking up.
I had to go grab some tortillas for supper, so we stopped at Kroger. He woke up when I got him out of the car, and was rather confused, but everything was fine, until we walked out and the rain had finally stopped. He burst into tears. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“It’s not raining anymore.”
“Um, yeah. Why are you crying?”
“Because it stopped raining. Now the plants won’t grow.”
I love my sweet boy.
I explained that it had rained enough for today. (Considering the streets were all flooded, it was more than enough.)
“It rained enough for ALL the plants?”
I reassured him that they had enough water for now, and he was happy.

Me: Bennett, are you going to eat any more of your cereal?
B: It’s spicy.
Me: What? It’s not spicy.
J: He means it’s crunchy.
B: Yeah. Crunchy.

Overheard yesterday:
B, talking to my mom: I’m just turning on the light. Jeffrey’s watching something on TV and I don’t want to watch it. Mama has to be in there with him, so I’m going to play my Leappad in here.
Interesting because:
1. Handy Manny was on Disney Jr.
2. Jeffrey was doing schoolwork, not watching TV.

Bennett still doesn’t talk so well, and we still play guessing games to figure out what he’s trying to tell us sometimes. Strangers wouldn’t know that, though, so when Bennett started saying, “I’m confused,” he and I had to have a little talk. Because it comes out as, “I’m abused.” *sigh* It could be argued, though, that he’s asking for it, because instead of, “Excuse me,” he says, “Abuse me.” Maybe I should consider putting him back into speech therapy before I’m arrested…

Every night before we go to sleep, we say “Good night. I love you.” One night, apparently Jeffrey said it twice. Or I did. I don’t remember. Bennett said, “You already said, ‘I love you.'” Jeffrey told him, “You can never say ‘I love you’ too much.”

We just made it through another birthday. How did I handle it? I’ll let my Facebook posts speak for me.
The night before: My baby will be 4 tomorrow. That makes me sad.
The birthday morning, before he woke up: I’m not believing it. He doesn’t look a bit older. I’m sure he’s still three.
After he woke up (and I promise I had nothing to do with him saying this): He woke up and said, “I’m not any bigger. I’m still three.”

Bennett told me the other day, “I know two Katies.” A minute later, he said, “I know eleven Katies.”
“How did you get from two to eleven?”
“Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven.”

We’ve been drinking kefir lately, and Jeffrey noted that it tastes like the drinkable yogurt I used to buy for him. I told him that I thought it was made in a similar way. I wasn’t sure of the specifics, but it had something to do with fermenting.
“So yogurt is made by kefermenting?”

I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.