Austin's Ad-libs: Magic Bow and Arrow

A:  I'm going to the unicorn place.

D:  I'm going to try to stop you.

A:  No.  You can come with me.  (Is this a version of keeping your friends close...?)

A:  Here we are.  Look at the cute unicorn (Nemo).

D:  Should we put a horn on Nemo and call him a doggy-corn?

A:  OH NO!  An alien is coming to get the unicorn.  We HAVE to stop him!

D:  We should just shoot that alien out of the sky and stop him.

A:  No...we can't.

D:  We can't shoot him?

A:  No.  The only way to stop the alien is to use....the magic...bow and arrow.

Then Comes Marriage

A:  Mommy, I want to marry you.  Will you marry me when I get older?

M:  Well...when you get older, you will probably find a girl that you think is even better than Mommy.

A:  No.  I won't.  I want to marry you.

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A few nights ago...

A:  Mommy, why didn't God give Daddy hair?

****

During bath time tonight, Austin and Daddy were having fun with bubbles.  Austin put bubbles all over the top of Dallas' head.

A:  I'm giving you hair so you can marry Mommy.

Austin Ad-libs

M:  Come over here and be my cuddle bug.

A:  Your cuddle box?

M:  No.  My cuddle bug!

A:  OK.  I'm your cuddle bumblebee.

M:  You aren't going to sting me, are you?

A:  Bees don't have stingers.  Stingrays have stingers.  Bees make honey.

A:  Buzzzzzzzzzz.  I made you some honey. (slurp)  Yummmm!

A 3 year old opinion of Thanksgiving Dinner

M:  We are going to Aunt Shay's house to eat Thanksgiving dinner today.  We are going to eat turkey and ham...

A:  I don't like turkey and ham...I like chocolate milk and oatmeal and french toast...I don't like cockroaches; they are bugs...I like pizza sticks...but I don't like turkey and ham.

Austin and Nemo

Austin loves his dog, "Memo."  He tells Nemo that he is such a good dog.  He assures Nemo that everything is okay.  He gives Nemo toys...every toy from the basket.  The other morning, he sat down to give Nemo a hug and asked me to take their picture.

Even Nemo looks pretty happy about the arrangement!

Austin's Ad-libs

During potty training, you spend a lot of time talking about going potty.  This conversation nearly made me have an accident from laughing too hard.

M:  Austin, you know what?

A:  What?

M:  I need to go pee pee.

A:  Well...get on it, girl.

Cinderella

For those of you who can't hear the video, the conversation is as follows:




A:  Cinderella.

Papa Mac:  Is she your girlfriend?

A:  Yes.

Papa Mac:  Oh, she's very pretty.

A:  Yes.

M:  Austin, who is Cinderella?

A:  She's my girlfriend.


Several days after this video, Austin was telling everyone at daycare that Cinderella was his girlfriend.  When I picked him up, I asked him WHY Cinderella was his girlfriend.  He immediately answered, "because she loves me."

Cool, Red Shades

Austin and Daddy

Paint Wars

Uncle Jeff was helping Austin paint a barn for Hainch when Mommy's rule of "only paint on the paper" was completely and utterly forgotten!

Birthday Pirates...Aarrgh, CAKE!

We had a great time swimming at the Darby's for Austin's Jackson birthday party.  We missed Carly, who was at an art camp, but the boys...and Aunt Shay...loved being birthday pirates.  It was super fun to have Cleeve join us!  At 4, he was very patient with our possessive little 3 yo.

Birthday at Gramps and Gigi's

Austin's turning 3, and you know what that means.  CAKE!  When you ask him what he wants for his birthday, he says CAKE!  Even more specifically, brown cake.  So as you might imagine, CAKE was the highlight of our birthday celebrations.  You'll notice, however, that we never quite got the cake wiped off his face before getting to the presents!

Hurry UP, Daddy!

Seriously...I've got my fork.

I've got my fork, and I don't think I can control it!

My fork and I are about to be very happy!

Meet Hainch, my horse

Austin's Ad-libs

After Dallas had MCL surgery, Austin developed sympathetic knee pains.  He was very certain that his knee had a boo boo.

During breakfast, Austin was sitting on the counter eating cereal.

M:  Austin, do you want me to put a towel on your lap so the cold milk doesn't get all over you.

A:  No.  I need the cold milk on my knee to help my boo boo feel better.

Austin's Ad-libs

A:  I'm going to grow bigger and longer so I'll be able to reach tall things because I'll be longer (stretching arms and legs in front of him as if they were stretching before our eyes).  And I'll be able to reach and taller and stuff and TREES.  And I'll be bigger to reach tall things.

M:  But what if you get so big and tall that you don't fit in my lap?  How will I read you stories?

A:  (Thinking....)  (Puts his hand on top of his head and presses down)  Then you'll have to smoosh me and smoosh me until I'm little again.  (He jumps in my lap and presses my hands down on his head.)  Smoosh me, Mommy.

M:  Now you are a perfect fit.  Let's read your book.

Austin's Ad-libs

Austin was trying to wear Mommie's shoes, which were too big.

A:  Can you get me longer socks that fit these shoes?

Austin's Ark

Memorial Day at Shiloh

Little Monkey

 When Mommy was organizing my baby clothes to put on Craigslist, I helped.  I found a monkey costume that Mommy said I wore for Halloween when I was 1 year old.  I must have liked it when I was 1 because I really like it now.  Mommy keeps saying it is too hot (at 80+ degrees) for me to wear my monkey suit, but I don't mind.  I even ate an entire banana in about 3 bites just like a real monkey would.  Gotta go...Daddy needs to help me climb a tree.

Austin's Ad-libs

A:  Mommy, make my boo boo go away.

M:  I can't make it go away, sweetie.  It just takes time.

A:  Time will make it go away?

M:  Yes.

The next morning...

A:  My boo boo is still here.  The clock needs to take it away.

Happy Easter!

Austin's Ad-libs

Austin went back to school today for the first time in nearly a week.  Apparently, he needed a little reassurance when I picked him up.

A:  Mommy!  I thought Daddy was picking me up.
M:  Will Mommy do?
A:  Yes.
A:  (cradles my face between his hands and turns me to look at him)  Mommy, do you like me?
M:  I love you!
A:  Mommy, do you think I'm very great?
M:  I think you are very, very great!

Austin's Ad-libs

Funny things Austin has been overheard saying:

A: (runs into the kitchen and exclaims) Don't be ridikalous!

A: (playing with a toy) You've got to be kidding me!

M:  Austin, do you know what we are going to do?
A:  YES!
M:  What are we going to do?
A:  I don't know.
(this conversation takes place with a variety of questions.  Do you know what we are going to eat?  Do you know what I'm thinking?  Do you know where we are going?)

A:  I want to go upside down again.
D:  Daddy's old.
A:  You're not old.
D:  I.  LOVE.  YOU.

(as if we questioned that)

A:  You watch it.  I'm don't like that magic stuff.
(even funnier because we have no idea where he got this)


A:  Tick Tock (the croc), do you want to come over here and see the most perfect animals?
(takes the croc to his animal box to show off)

A:  Do you want a little bit?
M:  No, I want too much.
A:  You can eat a little bit first.  And then you can get some more.

A:  There are lots of leaves.  There are 75 leaves.
(now where does a 2 year old come up with a number like 75?)

My First Easter Eggs

I decorated my Easter Eggs all by myself...with a little oversight by Mommy.  I put on the stickers by myself.  For some reason, Mommy didn't think it was such a great idea to try to crack open the blue egg.  I was just trying to be proactive.

Austin's "Ah"d-libs

After a few months in Savannah, TN, Austin has started replacing his long I sounds with "ah" sounds.  Here is a sample of a few recent comments.

A:  Mah Iah. 
M:  Your what?
A:  Iah.  Something is in there.
M:  Your eye?
A:  Yeah...my iah.

A:  Mah Pahrates.
M:  Yes, those are your pirates.

A:  The laht is braht.
M:  You want me to turn off the light?
A:  Yeah.  It's braht in my iahs.

Austin's Ad-libs

A:   Mommy, I want a hamburger from McDonalds.
M:  We aren't at McDonalds, baby.  We are almost home.
A:   I want to go to McDonalds.
M:  McDonalds is so far away.
A:  Your car can go so far away.
A:  Your car can go so far away to McDonalds.


A:  I want my Batman.
M:  I just saw your Batman, but I don't see him anymore.  I don't know where he went.
A:  That is very interesting.

A:  Those aren't soldiers, Mommy.  They are Army Men.



And because Dallas told me to put this on the blog...and perhaps to show you a little about my brainpower these days.  We were brainstorming some ideas for the business.  I thought of something really great, so I called Dallas to amaze him.  Just as the phone started ringing, I realized it was the exact same idea we had discussed the night before.

D:  Hello
W:  Never mind.  I thought I had a brainstorm, but I realized I just have a headache.

Miss You, Too

A:  I want to go to Sassy's.
M:  We are going to go to Sassy's tomorrow.
A:  No, I don't want to go tomorrow.  I want to go now.
M:  We are going to Sassy's tomorrow, and you are going to stay with her for a few days.  Won't that be fun?
A: (pause)
A:  I might miss you.

Austin's Ad-libs

M:  Do you want spaghetti for dinner?
A:  NO.
M:  Do you want a hamburger?
A:  NO.
M:  Do you want couscous?
A:  NO.
M:  Do you want something yucky?
A:  Yeah.
M:  Do you want spinach?
A:  I don't like the spinach.
M:  Have you ever had spinach?
A:  No.
M:  Hmmm...Do you want a salad?
A:  No.  You need to eat the salad.  Salad is for girls. 

Austin's Ad-libs

Austin has started to present logical arguments.  Here are a few of the conversations I've had with him recently.

A:  We need to go to the grocery store.
M:  No, we don't need to go to the grocery store.
A:  Yes we do.  We need some food.
M:  We have food at home, baby.
A:  No we DON'T.  We are all out of food.
M:  No, we have fo...
A:  We DON'T have food.  I ate it ALL gone.


Austin was playing with some Lincoln logs and his horse on the changing table.

M:  Don't throw those sticks in the floor.
A:  Proceeds to drop each one of the Lincoln logs and slants a look at me.
M: Austin, I told you not to drop those sticks.
A:  I didn't drop them.  Little Red (the horse) dropped them.


M:  Austin, don't throw your legos. (as they crash to the ground and scatter).
A:  I didn't throw them.  They just crashed.

(This was some time ago...just before Christmas)

A:  Carry me.
M:  Austin, my arms are full.  I can't carry you.  You have to walk.
A:  I can't walk.  Carry me.
M:  Yes, you can walk.  Come on.
A:  I can't.  My tootsies don't work.

A Parent's Words

Austin pulled out his little yellow and orange laptop computer and started furiously typing away at the keys.  He looked at Daddy and said, "I'm working.  Just one minute, Daddy."



This morning, Austin was sitting at his new favorite seat on the kitchen counter with his oatmeal.

A:  I want bread.
M:  Okay.  Eat your oatmeal while I get you some toast.  (Since it was Saturday, I decided to do something special...maybe cinnamon toast.)
A:  I want bread.
M:  I know.  I'm working on it.
A:  (Noticing me putting the bread on a cookie sheet) I don't want french toast; I just want bread.
M:  This isn't french toast, baby.
A: (In a misunderstood, beleaguered, defeated voice)  I. Just. Want. Bread.
M: (pulling a slice out of the package and handing it to him) Here you go.

Partially because I hadn't had any caffeine and partially because it was such a funny little statement, I mumbled "I. Just. Want. Bread." as I walked away.

A:  What was that?
M:  That was Mommy whining.
A:  You just have to ask.
A:  You don't have to whine, Mommy.  You just have to ask.

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