Debany: Persistance

Debany playing with her siblings.

Debany:  "Catch me when I fall back."

Debany after she isn't caught:  "Oh oh, let's try that again."

Myanna: Occasional Generosity

Myanna:  Who wants the last olive?

Mom:  You.

Myanna:  No, it's Dad's.

(She walks away... then turns around and comes back.)

Myanna:  Okay, I'll eat it -- cause you told me to.

Porter: tickets and flies

Porter:  I'll put this paper over our ticket cups so the flies won't get them

Mom:  But flies don't want tickets.

Porter:  I'll keep this paper on so the 'ticket flies' won't get to them.

Mom:  Ok.  Sounds good.  :)

Porter: really important

Mom:  "Porter? I have something really important to tell you."

I whisper in his ear, "I love you."

Mom: Did you hear that?

Porter:  "No."

I whisper in his ear again, "I love you."

Mom: Did you hear that?

Porter, "yes.  Mom, I have something important to tell you."

Mom:  ok (expecting an I love you back.)

Porter: "If there's a fire, we have to evacuate.  Good thing we have a new van.  But who's going to drive the truck?"

Mom:  "Thanks, Porter.  That IS really important.  :)"

Porter: Mountain Stuff

Porter comes to our door in the morning and says:

"Can we go for a drive?"

Mom: "Where do you want to go?"

Porter: "We can go for a drive to the mountains.

See the rocks on the mountains... they're real pretty.

See the leaves on the mountains... they're real pretty.

See the snow on the mountains... its real pretty.

You know, mountain stuff.

We took a drive with our new truck to the mountains.

Now we need to take a trip to the mountains in our new van."

(All this out of him this morning through our bedroom door.)

Mom:  "Yeah, Porter.  I think we can go for a drive.)

:)

Porter: j/k

We are getting ready to put the kids to bed.

(And Porter HAS to have someone carry him to bed - tradition.)

I'm finishing up at the computer...

Porter:  "Mom, will you PLEASE carry me down to bed?"

(followed by lots of pulling on my arm)

Mom:  "Oh, alright.  Only if you say 'pretty please'."

Porter:  "Pretty Please."

(followed by cheesiest grin ever)

Mom:  "...and a cherry on top."

Porter:  "And a cherry on top."

I get up to take him downstairs.

Dane:  "Porter, make sure you tell her about the worm in the cherry."

Porter:  whispers-- "Mom, there's a worm in the cherry."

Mom:  "Oh, that's too bad."

I go back to sit at my desk.

Porter grabs my arm:

"There's no worm in the cherry!"

Mom:  "Oh, good!"

Porter: Heaviest in the World

We are Trick or Treating around the neighborhood...

(crazy tradition?  yes.)

While Porter and I are walking, Porter says:

"Ugh.  This basket is the heaviest in the world!"

Jenn says:

"Want me to help you with that?"

Porter replies:

"Never mind.  It's not the heaviest in the world."

(This coming from the kid who kept saying through the whole night --

"Mom!  Stop taking my candy!"

My defense:

"You had two of those!  It's okay.")