Latest Batch of Quotes

I've started playing hockey a bit more regularly and most of the games are after the girls have gone to sleep. But I left for one of them before they went to sleep one night, leading to this exchange:

Marley: I want to go watch daddy play hockey!

Beth: I'm sorry, but it's too late. You need to go to sleep.

Marley: But then who's going to say "Go daddy go!"?


A week later or so, Beth was trying to get Marley to get into her diaper pull-up so she could get into pajamas, leading to this memorable exchange between Marley and Beth:

Beth: Marley, bring your tushie over here!

Marley: I'm sorry. It's closed right now.


Last night was a tough one at Michelson-Reiner Manor. Marley has strep throat and was throwing up aplenty. Beth was on her own at home because I was out. Hayden was not listening very well and was giving Beth grief about going to bed. But she did finally show some contrition when she was lying in bed with Beth:

Hayden: Mommy, I'm sorry I wasn't cooperative with you.

Beth: It's o.k. honey, but you have to understand it was very hard for mommy tonight. I'm on my own and Marley is throwing up. And now I have to clean up after her and clean up the living room and bathroom.

Hayden: You know what, mommy? Maybe I should stay up and help you out.

That Hayden. Always thinking.


And finally, we saw lots of cousins this weekend at the bris to celebrate the new arrival of our adorable new cousin Drew. Sydney is a big fan of the blog and asked that I post this video I took of Hayden and her at the playground:

Quotes Come in Like a Lion

Ever since she began using the potty, Hayden has been an eccentric pooper.

At first, she would make sure someone was keeping her company and she would ask to be hugged tightly "to squeeze the poop out." So this meant hanging out with Hayden while she sat on the potty and then she'd all of a sudden exclaim "It's hugging time!"

Nowadays though, Hayden prefers her solitude. But recently I overheard her talking while she was sitting on the potty saying:

"Come on out. Come on out. I don't know why you changed your mind and don't want to come out."

No word yet as to whether the poop talked back.



In other tushy talk, Marley will sometimes walk around nude and, one day, I asked her if I could have her tushy so I could take it to work with me.

"Just a little piece," she counteroffered, holding her thumb and pointer close together.

Very generous, I think.



Moving on to non-pooping body parts, Hayden was snuggling with me on the couch and said, "Daddy, I can hear your heart beeping."

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto.



Speaking of Hayden, she was drawing something on the computer and said, "Daddy, when I'm done with this drawing it's going to change your world."

Characteristic modesty.



And, finally, we were watching They Might Be Giants' Here Comes the ABCs and got to talking about the alphabet. Here's a transcript:

Hayden: Daddy, Marley's special because her name has an A in it and A is the first letter of the alphabet.

Me: That's true.

Hayden: And you and I are special too then.

Me: That's true too.

[Medium pause]

Hayden: But mommy isn't special.

Me: That's not true. You know that mommy is very special.

Hayden: Well, she did marry you.

Hayden either has a wildly unrealistic image of marriage, her father, or both.

Lord, they were born traveling girls

Our recent trip to Colorado brought with it some memorable quotes, etc., from America's favorite under-five fashion plates. So without further ado:

From the That's A Relief Dept.:

Hayden asked me one afternoon if she could have some lemonade. I told her that, sorry, we don't have any right now.

About an hour or so later, Marley was drinking some water and asked if she could have a lemon.

"Sorry honey," I answered, "we don't have any lemons here."

"We also don't have AIDS." Hayden added.

"What?" I said.

"You know, we don't have ades, because we don't have lemonade." Hayden said.

Oh those homynyms . . .

From the Maybe You Had To Be There Dept.:

Marley was playing Where Is Thumbkin on the plane ride home. (Rather loudly, not giving a whit for the other passengers. But tough beans. It was the afternoon. But I digress . . .)

Right after the first verse, she went right for "where is pinky" in the second verse even though she was holding up her pointer fingers.

"No sweetie," Beth corrected her, "that's your pointer. The little one at the end is your pinky."
Marley looked at it silently for a second and then exclaimed "It's so cute!"

So true.

From the All British People Must Be Related Dept.:

We caught the beginning of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone after Hannah Montana was over and, characteristically, Hayden wanted to watch it because she recognized it as entertainment targeted for kids older than her.

"What's this?" I asked Hayden.

"Oh, you know, it's Harry Poppins," she answered.