Blogger Dashboard tells me this is a monumental post, so I'm sharing some recent kid-quotes to help me celebrate.
Jack:
"Mom, I told the tea not to hop out." (He had been exploring the fridge and its contents.)
After passing gas, "My buns popped!"
"I don't like mouse's tracks." (After getting his hand caught in a mouse trap.)
"My shie's untooed!!" (A double knot doesn't always keep that shoe lace neat.)
Favorite song: "The House is a Rocket," or "Cows in a Rocket," by Stevie Ray Vaughn. ("The House is Rockin'")
Favorite music artist: Blinkin' Rooster (Lincoln Brewster)
Favorite Bible story: Peter and the Rooster
Helen:
On her Sunday School lesson: "God told...uh....somebody...to bang on a rock with his cricket, and he did, and water fell out of it, and there was enough water for everybody."
parcort = carport
Princesscola = Pensacola
spoom = spoon
At night: "I hear a mower." Daddy--"A MOWER?!" Helen--"I'm making a mower sound with my snot!"
"Mommy, when I grow up and get married and have a baby, my baby is gonna not die."
With a true sparkle in her eye: "When I grow up, I am going to marry James, because he is NOT my cousin." (Watch out, Ava!!)
"Mom, I like my dad. And I like my mom."
Owen:
"Mom, we don't say 'Oh my God.'
We don't say 'Oh my gosh.'
Well, we could name a boy 'Josh,' and then, could we say 'Oh my Josh'?
No. That would sound funny."
After getting into candy that was off-limits and enduring the discipline: Mom--"What were you thinking when you saw the gumdrops?" Owen--"YUMMY!!!!"
"Mom, are you sad about Quinn?" Me--"Yes. Are you?" O--"No! I am happy!" Me--"Why?" O--"Because she is in
Heaven!!"precious kiss = Hershey's Kiss
After a quiz session on Kindergarten content, "Am I catching up to you?"
Hearing the story of Peter's denial of Jesus, "Was the rooster Peter's spanking?"
"You're a nice mom. I like you."
I could even see the adult tooth barging its way into her mouth, the pushy thing!
She toyed with her tooth for over a week, and finally when it was hanging off her gumline, I convinced her to pull it. Her timid, feathery attempts were cute and short-lived, and then she turned the job over to me. 
So proud!
I often tell my kids to stop growing. They know I'm joking with them. It's both sad and wonderful that they're getting older, bigger and more complex.
