I’ve got arthritis of the boobies.– Gramma Bel, telling us about her pains of late.
I used to pretend Carice was a dog and named her Bonie. Because dogs like bones.– Silly Cali ;)
I’ve eaten myself into a taco coma.– Daddy, after he was done enjoying taco night! Mommy and Daddy loves them a taco night.
Brother Moore: " Carson, do you come from a family?"
Carson: "No, I was kidnapped."
Daddy, tickle my pit!– Carice, wanting a little tickle time
Playing in the Background
Martha Stewart: "Make sure your baking powder is fresh."
Cali: "Is our baking powder fresh?"
Finishing up pizza bites before the after dinner...
Daddy: "Tilly, did you eat your last bite?"
Carice: 'Yah, I put it in cave."
Wanting to play a board game
Mommy: "I don't know where the red ones are, Til."
Carice: "I sink they're hiding."
Mommy: You're the cutest girl ever!
Cali: Yeah, I know!
I know how to catch it.– Carice, trying to stab the pinto bean on the plate with her fork :)
I can’t see myself.– Carice, in Mommy and Daddy’s dark bedroom. (Mommy lying down due to migrane :(
I got shrinkles, too!– Carice, telling Mommy about her Mrs. Field’s sprinkle-covered sugar cookie.
You little lump of goodness.– Mommy, commenting on tasty 2 year old Carice :)
Just a minute, Carice, Mommy’s keepin’ me busy.– Cali, playing with Carice while Mommy fusseswith Cali’s ponytail holder in her hair.
Icky.” (a few seconds later) “Icky.” (a few seconds...– Carice, smelling an “Icky” smell walking to our car from Wal*Mart while holding the tip of her nose.
Mommy, did you get paper on my thing or do you have chicken boob hands?– Cali, asking if the paper roll had been scrolled on her IKEA easel while Mommy tries to make dinner.
Thanks, I’m gonna do a little polish to my hair.– Cali, upon getting her hairbrush out of the linen closet.
Daddy, my poopie looks like a monster.– Carice, during an especially stinky diaper change.
Mommy, it’s fuzzy.– Carice, eating her first Snickerdoodle. (Mommy went a little heavy on the cinnamon.oops!)