Sneeze

Henry: Achoooo
Lydia: Bleech. Mom, Henry Bless You-ed on me!

Henry Scratched Me With His Teeth

Lydia and Henry have been getting baths together lately because it's easier than trying to keep one of them out. Henry is getting more protective of his space and both Lydia and Henry are enjoying playing together more often. The other day Lydia was getting into Henry's personal space and pushing him with her elbow and shoulder. Henry, who usually just takes the abuse and pushes back with one hand or sucks his thumb and hopes she will go away, instead pulled a fast reversal and pushed her onto all fours, double handed karate chopped her across the back and then promptly bit her left shoulder blade.

I must admit that she had it coming and I was a little proud of my little guy, but biting is almost never the answer.

Lydia in between whimpers: Henry scratched me in a strange way...wah...Henry scraaatched me with his teeth!

Horses in Their Car Seats

Was driving Lydia in the car several months ago. (Mary usually drives)
Lydia: You're 'tending (pretending) to be Mama.
Adam: 'Cause I'm sitting in Mama's seat?
Lydia: Yeah, and there are horses pulling the car and baby horses buckled in their car seats, and the mama horses are pulling the car!
(Don't know if we talked about horse power, or if she was just into horses at the time)

Funeral Home

Took the kids walking in our new town today. We walked by the local funeral home and I told Lydia that it was a building they used to have a church-like meeting after somebody dies to remember them before they are buried.
Lydia:Why?
Adam: So they can remember them before they bury them.
Lydia: Why do they bury them?
Adam: That's just what they do with dead bodies...so they don't stink.
Lydia: Can we go try it out?
Adam: No.
Lydia: Why?
Adam: We can go try it out after we both have had a long, fulfilling life. Look at that building over there (subject change)...

Shooting Mia Maids in the Bowling Valley

Lydia (at bedtime): I wanna give Papa (grandpa) his night night hug.
Adam: you can't Papa's not here.
Lydia: Where is Papa...What is Papa's adventure?
Adam: Papa is out shooting (trap shooting) with Auntie Heather and Uncle Thomas.
Lydia: I wanna go shooting with Papa!
Adam: You're not old enough to go shooting.
Lydia: I'm gonna be a Sunbeam...then I'll be old enough to go shooting with Papa and Auntie Heather.
Adam: No, you have to be a Mia Maid to be old enough to go shooting.
Lydia: Grandpa's a Pia Maid.
Adam: Nope, he's not.
Lydia: Grandma's a Pia Maid.
Adam: Nope she's not either.
Lydia: You're a Pia Maid.
Adam: Nope, I'm not.
Silence...
Lydia: When I'm a Pia Maid, I'll be able to go to the bowling valley and look at the tunnel the ball comes out of and there will be the finger pinchy thingy and not touch it and the rolly thing that the balls roll down at the bowling valley.
Adam: (groggilly): I think you're getting tired.