My talking babies

some WONDERFUL and memorable things my little munchkins have said within the last several months.


Mackenzie (almost 16 months)- Mom, Momma, Dad, Dadda, Thank you (tane tu), turkey (turtey), hi, hey, tuh-ter (tucker), uh-oh, she growls a lot.

 tucker looking out the van window- "mom, i know that there is another world out there"
me thinking he is going to say something deep and profound- "why?"
tucker-" because of the sky over there" (pointing to a clearing in the cloudy sky)
me-"what do you mean?"
tucker-" because i know that that is where the carebears live."


tucker-"mom, i have two shirts on. one shirt and another shirt. then nipples. then armpits."

me disciplining cole-"cole, you better be good because santa is watching you."
cole- "no, santa is not watching, jesus is."



cole calls oatmeal  "open-meal"

cole was crying in his room where he and mackenzie were playing, i say, "what's wrong cole?" he says, "matenzie is getting me with her weapon!!!" *she was holding a plastic toy bowling pin : )

tucker calls spaghetti, "bahsketti"


mackenzie was teething and so she had her four fingers in her mouth in the car. she was whining while she was "chewing" on her fingers. cole noticed and said, "mom, mackenzie wants her fingers off." i looked back and saw her fingers in her mouth : )


As a motorcyle passed us on the road:
Tucker-"Mom, why does that motorcycle sound like it's farting?"
Me-(busting up laughing)
Tucker-"Seriously! It sounds like 'plllllllllllllllll!'" ( pl = farting noise tucker is making with his mouth)


t-mom, sometimes i call people weiner dogs.
me-tucker, don't call people that.
t-but mom, weiner dogs are real. they are real things.
me-ya i know.
t-they are dogs that are funny and have huge weiners.
me-NOOOOO THEY ARE NOT. THEY ARE DOGS THAT LOOK LIKE HOT DOGS!
t-yum!


mackenzie crying, me "cole why is mackenzie crying?"
cole, "it wasn't me, it was the spider that kicked her down."

cole rolling around on the rug on the floor, "ow, ow, ow."
me, "what is wrong cole?"
cole,"there is a boob under here" pointing to under his back on his blanket.
me just going along with his strange accusation, "a boob? well flip over on your tummy."
cole, "ow, ow, ow,...(lifts up his blanket) oh... just kidding, it was just my apple!" (pulls out his half-eaten apple left over from lunch)


as i was loading the groceries into the van, tucker sweetly asks as he looks out the back of the van...."mom, why do all moms have butts that wiggle?" i about peed my pants. as i laughed i asked him, "are you talking about me?" he said, "yes, but another lady i saw." i am still hoping it was the other lady that inspired that question.


cole and tucker, "mom! we have boobs!" (pointing to their shirtless backs/ their shoulder blades)

driving in the van listening to christmas music, cole recognizes a song from church when they talk about the baby jesus. he says, "i want to see the Jesus baby." me, "aww, well he is already grown up." cole, "awww, i wanted to see him. (long pause) can Jesus fly??"


we watched the church's "Joy to the World" dvd for a family night. The boys couldn't really keep their attention on the movie, but every once in a while cole would look up. they were periodically showing clips of the Christus statue and cole asked, "mom, why is Jesus turned to ice?"

when mackenzie was sick she woke up with snot ALL over her face. cole didn't even notice and was snuggling with her. when he looked up and saw it he pulled his head back and away from her and said, "oh. my. dosh. oh my dosh. you have booders... ALL over your face."


cole was laying on the floor by the christmas tree looking at "his" birds flying outside. "mom, what da heck? da birds are playing now. dat was weird. what da heck, one just put his tail in the wind! dat was weird! dat's da tricky way. dat's weird. what da heck. a bird was flying backwards! uh ohhhh, i see a fat belly! i see dat bird's fat belly!!!"


cole looking down at his winter jacket, "i'm FAT!"