“so, is the baby just swimming around in there? …. is she wearing a swimsuit?”
overheard eleanor telling a friend, “we’re going to have a baby but i do not know WHAT we are going to do about the name.”
after i took her into the bathroom with me at a doctor’s appointment where i had to pee in a cup, i explained it to her....
upon a moment of mama-desperation where i let the kids each choose a pez candy dispenser at the store under the condition they stay in their stroller seats and obey mama (lol), eleanor picked out the sponge bob square pants pez dispenser. she has no idea who sponge bob is and referred to him as “such a silly little piece of cheese!” all weekend we have been cracking up when she pulls out her “talking cheese” toy to play with....
as samson runs by me i hear eleanor from the other room call out, “come back! come back! i still need to test your reflexes! grab him, mama!”
josh: “eleanor, do you want some whole milk?” eleanor: “that’s not whole milk! that’s cows milk!”
“just take him away! take him away!” – eleanor, several times a day referring to her little brother, samson....
“mama, i think your son is trying to wake up your husband.”
“sometimes guys, it’s good to be naked in the house.”
“after i finish breakfast, i’m gonna go to college.”
when i asked to floss her teeth one night, “no, that’s ok. maybe when i grow up.”
after i tripped, “mama, you have to walk slooooowly.”
papa: “eleanor, you have to eat your eggs before you can eat cake.” eleanor: “but papa, the cake tastes so GOOD.”
to eleanor holding the ball, “eleanor, we can’t throw the ball out of the pool....
^^^singing into a trampoline leg, cause you know, it’s totally a microphone too.^^^
“i really like rescue treats.” (talking about rice krispy treats.)
“eleanor, how’d you get your owie on your face?” “i don’t know…. maybe from a cat.”
“samson, how was your nap?” samson doesn’t answer. silence. “ask me how my nap was, samson!”
“that red juice was a little bit spicy.” (it was beet and ginger juice.) “is it too spicy, E?...