Kids Say the Darndest Things

We had some particularly funny things said today, or at least we thought they were funny.

While having a conversation after lunch today, Brett was assigning family home evening assignments. Emily didn't really like her "job." The conversation went like this...

Emily: "I don't like my job."

Brett: "Sometimes I don't like my job, but I still have to do it."

Emily: "Just call in and tell them you are sick."

Brett: "That would be lying."

Claire: "It works for Squidward." (maybe she has watched Sponge Bob a few too many times)

At the dinner table the children were kissing up to Brett because he had plans to pay allowance and give bonuses tonight, and he got tired of being the one in the spotlight. He changed the focus to me for a minute and then to Caleb. Eli was throwing compliments at Caleb left and right. Caleb was a little embarrassed and told Eli to stop a couple of times. Eli said, "Give me a break, I'm trying to make a living here." He was working to get his $ up there.

We were working with the children and going through their bank books. Brett was reminded of the money he paid the boys to take down the fence, and he asked when they were going to finish the job and pull out all of the fence posts. They told him it wasn't in their contract. There was a little discussion about what the job was, and Caleb finally ended it by saying, "I didn't sign anything."

We sang Silent Night as a family tonight, and Emily came into the kitchen singing it later. Her version was slightly different. Instead of singing "holy infant so tender and mild" she sang, "holy imbecile."

It is fun to hear their thoughts. It is fun to capture a few of them.

What Constitutes Scary?

Caleb went to a movie with his friends tonight. It was rated PG-13, and he was saying he wasn't sure why it was rated PG-13. Brett asked him if it was scary, and he replied, "There wasn't even any kissing in it." I guess to him kissing is scary.

(In all reality, he was saying there wasn't violence, it wasn't scary, there wasn't any kissing, etc. Then Brett, while he was reporting asked if it was scary. I'm not sure Caleb heard him, but it was funny as I was listening to the conversation.)

Note to Self

Laundry does not dry when it is 51 degrees, foggy, and 90+ percent humidity.

Is this Me?

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One of my sisters sent me a link to this clip. She said it reminded her of me. Thanks, Joy.

As a side note: No one has left me anonymous letters or hate mail about my clothes out on the line, and I am not on a crusade, I am just too lazy to research and make a decision about which dryer I want. However, it will probably happen soon.

From This...

To this...
Today I made it to the hardware store to purchase a replacement pipe. I decided to get a new shower head, too. It took quite a bit of muscle, and a good wrench to get this in right. I had it in, and then I turned it on. There was water dribbling down the shower wall, so I had to turn the pipe 360 degrees more. I got it 180 degrees easily, and then I came to a standstill at about 215 degrees. Fortunately for me we have a few wrenches around, so I was able to make use of them.

Now, Caleb will be able to shower in his own shower again, and not in mine.

As a side note: I asked Caleb how he broke it (something I did not want to know on Sunday when it happened because I was a little angry, actually a lot angry). He got kind of a sheepish grin on his face and told me the story.

After his shower he plays a game. While the shower head is dripping, he tries to catch the drips in his mouth. That apparently was fun enough, so he decided he wanted to suck the water out. He proceeded to pull on the shower head to get it close enough to his mouth, and CRACK! You know the rest of the story.

Whole lot of Holes

So, at our house, holes this summer/fall have been synonymous with time and money.

One of our holes was when too many of our fence segments rotted out and fell down, and the whole fence came down.

Then there was the infamous hole where one of my sons threw a rock at a butterfly.

On Sunday we added a hole to the collection. Here is a picture of it:

This is where the shower head is supposed to be.

This is where it resides currently.

I was enjoying a nice, relaxing Sunday morning until Caleb asked me to come upstairs. I didn't want to get up, so I asked him why. He pleaded with me a couple more times to come upstairs and told me that he had broken something. I took a deep breath and headed up. He held the shower head in his hand. He had broken it. I took it from him and examined it. It was plastic, not metal, and the plastic end had broken off. There was about 1/2 inch of shower head still in the HOLE. I had to figure out how to get it out.

I used pliers, but there was nothing to grab on to. I used a screw driver, but there were no edges. I grabbed a hammer, and use it to pry the screw driver under the remnants of the pipe. I thought, if I can break out a piece, maybe the rest will follow. I wasn't having much luck, so I decided to burn it out. I grabbed a lighter, and headed to the HOLE. I lit the plastic on fire (I figured I was pretty safe, because if it got out of hand, I had a water source right at my finger tips - literally. I would light it, and then blow it out and pick at it. I did this a couple of times, and I realized that it would probably be a little brittle by now. So I grabbed that hammer and pliers and pounded away. I cracked. I used a variety of tools, and finally got the end of the pipe out.

Now I get to go shopping for a new shower head.

I am fortunate however that this hole is not mine.

This Guy Cracks Me Up

I love this guy! Check out "I See" and "My Band" to see more of him (he's the one with all the long curls). We talk and sing songs together on the phone. I call him, and he calls me. He will bring the phone to my sister and say, "Talk - a - Dawn." Then they call me.

So last night I was talking to him and my sister. They were getting ready for bed, so they had to go. We hung up.

A few minutes later, the phone rang. With the invention on caller id, I knew that it was them. I answered the phone all sing-song-ee and I hear the little voice while laughing say,

"I pooped on you!" I replied, "Gross! You pooped on me?" He of course laughed. He said it a couple of times.

My sister got on the phone laughing to tell me the story.

He was sitting on the phone and passed gas. He smiled, looked up, and said, "I pooped on Dawn!" It was too good of a moment to pass up. They called me so he could tell me. I told him not to poop on me again, and he ended by apologizing, "Sa-wee, Dawn."

(I guess in his mind Dawn = the phone, and I love it)

Will the Real Brett Asay Please Step Forward

This Halloween, we hosted a party here at the house. One of our friend's decided that he wanted to be Brett. He was thinking a suit and tie, or business casual because that is what Brett wears most of the time.

After brainstorming a bit, we decided that because is was a very casual event, we would get Brett's pajamas (he wears them when we go to our friends' houses for games and things) and his "house coat." I got them out of the house undetected (well, all of the children knew - which was almost cause for disaster). The night before Halloween I was on the phone with my friend Ashley, and Brett was looking for his pajamas. Claire was in the room, and her eyes got as big as saucers. She really wanted to tell him where they were. We made it though, he thought that he had left them in the hotel he stayed in earlier in the week, and I wasn't going to let him know any different.

Then, on Halloween, the Hawkes showed up, and Noah looked like this...

Brett & the other Brett on Halloween!

Take a look at this post or this post to see a couple examples.

We all had a great laugh. Our friend even colored his hair black and parted it on the same side Brett does. It was a great costume.

(It was weird seeing someone else in my house in my husband's clothes with my husband's face.)

Capturing Some Moments

The children before their first day of school.

Caleb = 7th grade

Eli = 4th grade

Emily = 2nd grade

Claire = K for kindergarten (not to be confused with a 1)

I was looking at my computer today, and I noticed that I had some thoughts from the children that I wanted to make sure I captured.

After the first week of school, we asked them how school was going. Everyone except Caleb gave a report.

Eli's said, "I like that we get to go to art, music, or Phy. Ed. at 8:00 in the morning." In response to, "How's school?" he replied, "Fun, my teacher's awesome."

"I have the best teacher. She only gives homework two days a week, and none on Fridays," was Emily's initial reaction.

For anyone who has seen Claire, her comment was so typical of her behavior. She emphatically stated, "I don't like the wearing shoes part!" She does however like the play centers and the boost up room.

My Mom Always Said,

"If you play with the big kids, you have to take the hard knocks."

Yesterday, all FIVE of the children living in my house decided to play. There were "kids" of all shape and size. They were all having fun ganging up on Brett.

It is too bad that this scene:
always ends with this scene,
and this one,
and this one,
and this one,
and especially this one.
Everyone enjoyed themselves, until they got hurt. Even that didn't stop some of them for long. After the hurt stopped, they were right back in the pile for more.

The funny thing about this is that it isn't the first time I have seen this happen, nor will it be the last. Some people never learn, and some things never change. I know because it happened to me when I was growing up, too.

I Wonder...

On Tuesday I went to vote. I had some questions.

I wondered who would win the election?

Who dropped their sticker?

How many people will vote?

How long has this truck had been sitting here?

Why does this tree looks like this?

What happened to the top of this tree?

What made this tree lean?

Why does it only have branches on one side?

How long will this stay here?

I had a lot of fun out playing with my camera and WONDERING.