A whole handful of bright yellow dandelions was sweetly handed to me this afternoon.  Followed by an oh-so-innocent question from Andrew:  “Is it your favorite flower Mom?”

I said “Yes” and in that moment, it truly was.

For Family Home Evening tonight we planted some seeds in little peat pots.  Each of the little ones picked something to plant.  Corn, basil, radishes, green beans, pumpkins – each had something they wanted to start.  We’re still not sure how some will do if they’re not planted directly in the ground.  I guess we’ll see.

We did enjoy two beautiful American traditions – gardening and Girl Scout cookies.

Daddy was the brave one with the pitcher of water and dirt.

After Andrew planted his corn he said, “Now what?  Love?  and Sunshine?”

Pretty much bud.

Drewby was talking in his sleep just now.  Just a-sleeping on the couch.  He said, “Is there anything on me that starts with the letter T?”  I said, “Nope.  No wait, you have toes … and they start with the letter T.”  He must be somewhat coherent because he said “Oh good” and fell back asleep.

Is it a sign that perhaps at least his subconscious is watching too much TV?

Thanksgiving afternoon I caught Andrew and Calvin finishing up the yummy Grandma Alder-inspired berry jello with whipped cream.  Yum!  I understand the desire.

The best part was when Calvin looked up, saw me and said, “We were pretending it was vegetable soup.”

Oh, okay then.  Carry on.

p.s.  Sam made the yummy jello.  He also made pistachio salad with colored marshmallows.  He said he wanted to be everybody’s favorite uncle.  I think it worked.  😉

I know most of the past entries have been things Andrew has done/said lately, but he is just on a roll and I don’t want to forget these.  So funny, he is.

3 November 2009

When something (even semi-) crazy happens, Andrew slaps his forehead and says “Oh, Brother!” with a big old eye roll.  Not sure where he picked it up.  I’ll update if I find out.  Anyway, this day he asked why I was going out to the other room AGAIN.  “To do laundry bud” is what I said.  He slapped his forehead and said, “Oh Sister!”.

I know, tell me about it.

4 November 2009

Andrew said his “billy button” has a nickname.  It is “Jelly Belly”.  We were eating yummy Coldstone-inspired Jelly Belly jelly beans at the time and I’m sure his billy button is now thrilled to have a nickname.

Andrew was trying on costumes and changing his mind multiple times – not allowed on Halloween Eve.  Especially since I stayed up late the night before making his pirate hat, sash, bandana and eyepatch.  But, nonetheless, that was his activity and entertainment for his aunty Liz.

He popped on his trusty pumpkin costume (two years running now.  Last year he wanted to be pumpkin pie though.  Cute – we went with it.  🙂 ).  This afternoon he sauntered up to Lizzy and said, “Do you love me?”  Her reply:  “Oh yes, of course”.  His answer to that was “Do you want to eat me? …  Because I am a pumpkin?”

After much discussion between the two of us, it looks like this year he’s decided to be …  a pirate pumpkin.

edited to add:  Andrew decided at the last minute to just be a pirate like his brothers.  That was fine with me.  I think it might have had something to do with the very cool pirate swords we made Halloween afternoon that went in their sashes.  It still would have looked cute around his very ample pumpkin belly too.

While cutting his hair this last Saturday, Andrew wiggled on the barber chair.  The noise was well, familiar, so I couldn’t resist asking, “Was that your bum?”  He immediately tried to convince me that it was his elbow tooting.  Silly guy.  

When I finished his hair cut I proceeded to vacuum up the hairy mess and asked, “Do you want me to get your toes too?”  “No” he giggled.  Thought for a split second, and then said while shaking his head a little (a sure sign that he knooooows he’s being funny): “If you vacuumed my whole body up I would say ‘Who turned the lights out?”

Wow – I love my silly thinkin’ little man.

Naptime ….. again.  Andrew asked if he could please sleep on the floor.  Switch it up – why not.  I said yes.  He asked me to make a doggy house (he’s been a puppy for weeks now).  A simple sheet hanging from his brothers’ bunk bed over to his now empty bed.  Done.  

He then snuggled down on his pillow, looked up at me with his big ol’ eyes and asked, “Can I have lots of lollypops?”  I guess he thought it was worth a shot.  So did I:

He actually said I could have 3 shots – he was feeling generous.

Me?  Not so much.  Off to sleepy land with zero lollypops.  

He did get a really big chuckle out of me though.

Nathan (our nephew, age 3) *looking down into the big bowl of cherries that he had just plopped a few into from his belly-hugging perch halfway up the dwarf tree *:

“I’m gonna make a NICE apple pie for dinner!”

Autumn (4 years old):

“I’m glad that Heavenly Father gave me arms to reach for cherries… and fingers to pick cherries and pull them off. … And I’m glad that Heavenly Father made fingers for nail polish.”