A Day Off

After running multiple errands through the Christmas season and attending and dressing for multiple Christmas festivities, McCullough took a deep sigh as we trudged through a store and let out, " I need a day off."
"From WHAT?!" I questioned.
"From Christmas."

Table Manners

One evening while at dinner, everyone was taking turns sharing the events of their day. The second Pearce completed his loquacious run, Quinn, with eyes as wide as the Pacific, let out a record breaking burp. His timing was impeccable.  It was as if he was summing up the day in the life of a 1.5 yr old.
Then not a moment too soon, with a smirk as mischievous as Dennis the Menace, he responded to his belly belch with, "Uh-oh!" Again, reiterating a day in the life of Quinn.

The Name Game

A recent car conversation from the second and third row drivers:

M: Ok Bud.
P- Don't call me Bud. I don't like nicknames. Call me Spiderman, Superman or Optimus Prime. Which one do you want to call me?
M: (In all effort to say it clearly) Optimus Prime
P: That's too hard for you to say. Call me Arrow.

*Fast forward 5 minutes.
Quinn did something that Pearce liked.
Pearce then said to Quinn. "Good job Bud!"

Lighting...Lighting McQueen

Preface: One piece of furniture we added to our new family room has been a 3 drawer dresser. One drawer is filled with some of Pearce's toys that he would rather his little sister and brother didn't play with while he is away at school. He was actually onto something in thinking about the safety of his toys while his siblings played with them. What he didn't think about was the safety of his siblings while playing with his toys.
And so begins the scripture: 
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While standing at the kitchen sink I heard McCullough's, " I need help but can't put it in words right now," cry. I turned  around and saw her holding up Pearce's new Lighting McQueen remote control car against her blonde curls. The car that was in Pearce's coveted toy safety drawer. Then I heard the sound. The sound that a remote control makes when stuck up against the wall. That 2 wheel drive , stuck in the snow, and nowhere to go, sound. In McCullough's other hand she held the remote, and continued to press it in the "Forward," control position . "McCullough drop the remote! Drop the remote!"  The wheels stopped. But it was too late. McQueen had already won the race against Cully's golden locks. Her hair was tightly wrapped around the front two wheels that sealed the car against her head above her left ear.

Man, did I wish I had the insensitivity to take a picture at this moment.  Priceless.

Once McCullough calmed down we cut McQueen free. I asked her if we could save the hair so we could laugh about it when she turns 18. With her trademark eyebrow move, she declared, "Me no laughing now."
With that, I dropped the curls into the garbage and left the room to control my laughter. All while thinking, Quinn stay out of Pearce's drawer. Dear God, stay out of the drawer.

It's a Woman's World!

McCullough often hears her big brother spit out generic commentary like, "Oh boy and oh brother."
So naturally, McCully has adapted such phrases to make sense is her world as a female. "Ooooh girl and ooooh sister," can now be heard throughout the day in our home. 

Thanksgiving

Around the time of Thanksgiving, I had been pointing out to Pearce that we have a lot to be thankful for. Even simple things we never to stop and think about...eyes that see, feet that run, legs that walk etc etc etc... Maybe I went overboard.
Because after coming in from the cold air one afternoon, Pearce was complaining about how cold his hands were. My only response to that was going to be-put on gloves! But without a beat, he proudly answered his own question, " I should be lucky they are still here, right?"

Project Manager

During our recent home renovations, McCullough would ask Peter every morning if he would be working on her "new house."  One morning , Peter answered a simple yes. Not explaining to M that he had plans to work on the addition, then take P to soccer, then come back and work some more on the addition.

Well, as Peter was heading out the door with P to soccer, McCullough, in her most authoritative voice, stopped Peter is his tracks and asked, " Aren't you supposed to be working?!"

Karate Kid

Is 1 too earlier to start Tae-Kwon Do? Because for the past 3 months , QPB's clearest word yet has been , "Hiiiiyyaaahhhh!" And yes, "Hiiiiyaaaahhh," is spoken simultaneously to a karate chop motion.

Oral Fixation

We are constantly reminding MMB, to her get her thumb out her mouth!
So at one point , in a sad and hopeless rebuttal she slowly muttered, " That's my problem." 

Scardey Cat Cully

Setting- Almost every night after McCullough is snug as a bug in bed.

Act I: 
MMB:  Me Scared!
MHB;  What are you scared of?
MMB:  Thunder
MMB; Don't worry its not even raining sweetheart.
PWB- ( From his dark corner across the room) Well, actuuuallly. I think the radar showed a storm coming.

Act II-
MMB- Me Scared!
MHB- What are you scared of?
MMB: Bears
MHB  : Don't worry honey, there are no bears around here.
PWB : ( From his dark corner across the room) Well, acctuuuallly, the guy on Daddy's job said he saw a bear by the excavator the other morning.

Act III-
MMB:  Me Scared!
MHB: What are you scared of?
MMB: My shadow
MHB: No comment
PWB: No comment ( finally!)

I Love You...You Love Me...We're a Happy Family

As M and Q were enjoying an episode of Barney, P stomped out of the room.
I asked what was wrong. He said, " Barney. There is too much singing and the songs are giving me a headache."

Hmmmm...maybe he is ready to watch Star Wars.