Growing up, Superbowl, and a New Car

Me: Quino's awake, we need to get up
Greggars: I don't want to get up, I'm a Toys R' Us kid
Me: That's "grow up" not "get up"

(later that week)
Greggars: I want to grow up, I'm a Toys R' Us kid!
Me: It's I DON'T want to grow up
Greggars: oh yeah

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Missionary: Who's winning the Super Bowl?
Me: The purple team is beating the hot dogs.

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Raqi: Your car stinks today
Me: Yeah I know, it rained. Rain always makes it stinky
Raqi: You need a new car
Me: I'd LOVE to get a new car every time this one doesn't meet your standards but it's not that easy
*pause*
Raqi: Dad got a new car
Me: -___-

Quoting us

A few conversations:
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Me: ugh! Roberts medicine smells awful! Smell it!

Greg: *sniffs, makes disgusted face* It smells like medicine

Me: ...
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Me: Greg, when I die, will you say that I'm eccentric during the eulogy

Greg: if I outlive you, yes

Me: I see I need a backup plan then. I'll put it on my headstone

Greg: I don't want that on OUR headstone

Me: Who said we're sharing a headstone? I don't have room for YOU on MY headstone. I have plans for my headstones...

Greg: *looks at me like I'm eccentric and then moves on*

Conversations We've Had

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’m not sure how people with kids blog on a regular basis. Around Thanksgiving Quino stopped sleeping for 12 hours a night and I’ve been running on fumes! LOL! As a result, we haven’t had anything exciting happen so I’ll just share snippets of conversations we’ve had over the past couple of months.

Me: I’m seeing Dr.Romulan
Greggars:  It’s Dr.Rammel
Me: That’s too hard to say, I can’t say it
Greggars: Try! Dr.Rammel
Me: Dr. Romulan

Then there was the one night where I exploded because Greggars tends to not put the diapers in the diaper pail. He felt bad and sat on the floor (he was sick) and started putting the diapers in the pail. Then in a moment of sleep deprived anger, I opened Quino’s door and threw a diaper in Greggar’s general direction. Since I wasn’t aiming for him it hit him square in the chest. He was not appreciative.
*I did apologize two minutes later after God pointed out that that was an incredibly nasty thing to do!

A few nights ago, Quino woke up around 3am. This is the conversation I had with myself.
Me: I’m gonna wait fifteen minutes and see if he goes back to sleep <Counts to 15 seconds> Ok, fifteen minutes, time to get  him!

The things one thinks when sleep deprived

4am, Quino’s crying
Greggars: I’ll get him
Me: No, I got it
We both fall back asleep

Greggars: we’re almost out of wipes
Me: Did you look behind the bins in his nightstand
Greggars: Yes, that’s how I know we’re almost out

<Later that night>

Me: (happens to glance behind bins and see a brand new pack of wipes) GREGGARS!

Greggars: I bought the baby food like you asked
Me: Let me see! Awwwhhhhh, bananas! Where are the other jars?
Greggars: I only bought the one
Me: How is one jar supposed to last until next week?
Greggars: I don’t know, I’ve never done this before!

Today's gem

Greg: The store had your Dr.Pepper on sale: two 12 packs for $9. Me: ok Greg: To give you a reference point a 20 pack costs $5. Me: So the four extra cans cost you a dollar a piece ~~~pause~~~ Greg: DANGIT!!!