-isms

And so….I begin my maiden voyage into the uncharted waters of blogging, beginning with a few quotes from my two boys that I like to refer to as “Haydenisms” and “Porterisms” Some of these go back to when Hayden was a little smaller(please keep in mind that there are more from Porter because his speech is less developed)…But first, a little history on my boys.

Hayden is a vibrant, very happy six year old who is always smiling, loves reading and is very curious. He is in that “in between” stage where he’s not sure if he thinks his parents are cool, or whether they belong caged in the zoo…depends on the day. Porter is our “all boy” Bam-Bam of a two year old who is more serious, loves to be outside and wants to just RUN.

Please join me in enjoying the sunshine and brilliantly funny things that come from our bouncing baby boys…

H: (sneezes)
P: “def-froo(bless you), Hay-nen”

Around Halloweentime, Porter decided that he really liked those globe shaped objects that seemed to be everywhere….”WOOKIT, MAMA! FUKKINS(pumpkins)!!!”

P: WOOKIT, Mama! Haynen’s Boo-Bus! An, anudder one, annn anudder one, annnn anudder one….

H: oh, FANK you! (from age 2-4)

P: owowowowow, mama!! Need a boo-boo!!!

Cara: “Porter, do you want to talk to Aunt Nancy?”
P: “No, Uh Bee-aww(Uncle Bill). Wan’talk Uh Bee-aww. Bee-aww? Hi, Bee-aww! Hayyou(How are you)?”
(and Bill is on the other end of the phone laughing so hard he can hardly talk…)

I was walking through the living room and we have two tables, perfectly square, and perfect knee cap height for me…I come in contact with these several times a day…this last time Porter came up to me and said, “You okay, Mama? You need a boo-boo? You okay, Momma, you aaight.”

(1st week of January)
H: Momma, when’s my birthday?
C: February 10.
H: tomorrow?
C: no, honey, in about a month.
The next morning I went to wake him up and he sat bolt upright in bed and yelled frantically as if he’d missed it, “is it my birthday???”

This one is truly not as good without the photo…Porter has long hair...it reaches to the middle of his shoulderblades…so I went in to wake Porter one morning and he was sitting cross legged, and then folded over, with his belly to the mattress (something he does often). He popped up fast and his hair was standing on end all over his head with a “Hiya, Mama!”

Daycare: Mrs. Coe?
Cara: Yes?
Daycare: We have Hayden here and he’s fallen on the playground. He cut his chin open jumping off the bars.
Cara: Okay…I’ll be there to pick him up.
(once I got to the daycare I looked at the cut)
Cara: I think you’re going to need stitches, buddy.
H: (HUGE wide eyes, and starts to tear up) GASP! Stitches?!? NOOO, Not stitches!!!!
…what are stitches, Mama?

Driving in the car phrases:
P: Want go to Toni’s, Momma.
P: Go dif way, Momma. NOOO!!! DIF way!
P: No, Momma, Go dat way.
P: Where Haynen go, Momma? Boo-bus?
P:(every time we pass a McD’s or Wendy’s) want Nuggets, Momma.

P: *GASP!* I Too-nedd(tooted)! ‘scuse, me, mama.

P: Where Boosie go, Mommy?
Where Daddy go, Mama?
Where Duke go, Mom?
Where Haynen go?

P: Count wif me, Mama.
Waahn,
Two,
Free,
Seben,
Eight,
Elebben,
Firteen,
Sebbenteen,
Twenty.

P: W’as-aat, Momma? (pointing to the ceiling)
Cara: The smoke detector.
P: moke ateckker? Oh. Dada take it down – it go BEEEEEEEE! too loud. All better.

Cole: I see someone at the door…whose truck is that?
H: Did Uncle Kevin come to see us? Uncle Kevin’s here!!!
P: Uncle Kebbin!!!! (and jumps and circles) Hi, Uncle Kebbin!!!

H: "WHEEEEEEE!" (as he launches the Tonka truck down our flight of stairs into the door... I had no idea you could dent/damage a Tonka truck...when in doubt, test it on my boys... :)