Toddler vs. Teenager

The other morning I walked into the front room where Dakota and Austin were having an argument.  As soon as Austin saw me come into the room, he ran over to me whining that Dakota was saying he was a toddler.  I responded "Austin, you are a toddler, what's the problem." Austin then argued, "I am not a toddler, I am a teenager!"  I tried  to explain to him that he was not and he continued to insist, "I AM A TEENAGER!"  Despite my explanation, he would not give in to the fact that he is a toddler.  

Bradin's Baby

Ever since I have started talking about the baby in my tummy, Bradin has insisted that he has one to.  When I speak about his baby sister in my tummy, he always lovingly taps his tummy and says, "and my baby sister in here."  At random times he will tell me what his baby sister likes to eat. He will tap his tummy and say, "My baby sister likes to eat carrots" or "My baby sister likes candy."  When I shop for any baby clothes he asks if it is for my baby or his. As much as his brothers have tried to convince him otherwise (even Austin) he truly believes he has a sister in his tummy, and when mine comes out, his will to and they will share the pink room.

Good Deal?

Last night we were getting ready to run to the grocery store.  Matt sent the boys out into the garage to get into their car seats.  A few minutes later, Bradin came back in the door and said, "Mom, I don't want to have fun with everyone, I want to run away."  I didn't think I heard my 2 year old right so I asked him what he just said.  He repeated it word for word.  I thought that was a silly thing for him to say and wondered where he would have gotten that idea.  I took him out to the van myself and while I was buckling him in, I told Matt what he had said.  Then, Bradin looked at me and with a very innocent look said, "Is that a good deal Mom?"

Now that I'm 5...

A few weeks ago we were walking into my parents church to attend Cameron's farewell.  Just after we walked through the doors, Dakota turned to me and said, "Mom, do you know why I have been so disobedient?  It was because I was only 4 years old and I wanted to wait until I turned 5.  So, now I am 5 and I am going to obey you."  I don't know where that thought came from, but I'll take it! Dakota had just had his 5th birthday the day before.

Naughty or Nice?

On Christmas day, we loaded the kids in the van to go visit Grandma and Grandpa. As we were driving, Dakota spoke up from the back seat and said "Mom, I was really bad and Santa still brought me presents! He didn't give me any coal."