Hirschi Happenings

The cake and opening presents are so much fun on your birthday.

Toddlers Talking - NOAH

Noah: Mom, my tummy is telling me that it's hungry. It needs food.

Noah: ...and please bless the barenecessities.

Noah: Mom, can you be a giant and reach up and move the sun. It's too bright.

Noah: Mom, we can get a Dalmation because they don't poop. All they do is walk.

Me: (while taking a walk outside) Whew! I'm melting out here!
Noah: No, your not a popsicle.

Noah: Mom, I want to cuddle on the hay stack. (aka Love Sac)

Noah: We have bikinis in our garden. (aka zucchini)

Noah: (At the dinosaur museum) Wow! This is a strange place.

Noah: (As we were cleaning Noah and Gabe's room, I was apparently in the way.) Excuse me pregnant lady.

Noah: (Paul gave him a compliment) Thank you. Appreciate it.

Noah: Rain is my favorite season.

Noah: (When asked to hurry and eat his breakfast) I'm doing the best I can.

Noah: If you eat a sponge you will turn into Sponge Bob Squarepants.

Paul: I signed you up for a membership to get lego mail.
Noah: Oh, when do I get to go on the ship?

Noah: (As we were getting ready to go to the dentist) Are they going to make my cheek like a marshmallow?
(He had a cavity filled and numbed his cheek. I guess it felt like a marshmallow.)

Me: (After trying for about 15 minutes to get him to eat his lunch and stop playing) Noah, turn around and eat your lunch, please.
Noah: (crying at this point) I can't help it. Carson is just TOO cute.

Noah: Is Heavenly Father an ASTRONAUT?

Noah: Mom, I'm not going to be hungry for a while because I'm storing my food in my tummy.

Toddlers Talking - GABE

Gabe: Mommy, your my best friend.

Gabe: (Turns on the space heater) I need the "feater". My feet are cold. (He thinks it is called the theater.)

Gabe: Mommy, you look like a princess.

Gabe: Mom, I won't play on your treasure chest. (cedar chest)

Gabe: (being so proud of himself that he can wink) Look, I'm wrinkling.

Gabe: I like being small...I can't wait till I'm bigger.

Gabe: Pew!! It stinks, who floofed?...I did.

Gabe: If you don't let me mow the lawn, then I'll turn my whole body into a mustache!

Gabe: I'm going to be a boy forever.

Gabe: Mom, I don't want Noah in our room. I need my privacy.

Me: When are you going to grow sideburns?
Gabe: NO!! I don't want to get burned!!

Hirschi Happenings

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

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