Kid Quotes, May 2010 Edition

Ellen (who lives for anything with sugar in it): I want some medicine.

Me: You don't need medicine. You're perfectly well.
Ellen: Yeah I do! I hurt, because I need medicine.

Me, to Ellen, every morning: Would you like some breakfast?
Ellen, every morning: No. I want some candy.

Me: You smell like maple syrup. Your face looks sticky. Were you drinking syrup?

Ellen: Yeah. In a cup I was!

Adam, saying our family prayer: And please bless Sister Lindsey, that she will . . . survive. (Before the prayer, Peter said, "Don't forget to pray for Sister Lindsey. She just had surgery, and it was pretty serious.")

Adam: Could you wash my hands?
Me: OK. Are you sure you don't want any more food?
Adam: I don't want any more. I'm full.
Ellen: Yeah you do! You have to have some more lunch!
Adam: No! I don't! And I know, because it's my body. And I have my body glued to me.
Me: Wow. What kind of glue did you use?
Adam: HEAVENLY FATHER glued my body to me.

Adam: Mom, can you read these poems to me?
Me: Sure.
Adam: 'Cause, I just wrote random letters, so, I'm not really sure what it says.

Adam, to Peter: Well, I just think it's kind of weird that Mother's Day is always on Sunday, 'cause, ya know, not all mothers are born on Sunday.

From the Workshop

Another "diaper cake" centerpiece. There's a little baby boom going on in my neighborhood. Lots of baby showers.

Blankets for boy & girl twins whose nursery is brown & green:




I put crochet thread in the bobbin and button thread in the top before I stitched around the edge. I like how well-defined it came out:


Some things for a baby girl born a few months ago:


Boy's onesie set. There were pants too like the ones in the girl's set above, made from an old ribbed cotton sweater. With only four seams including the waistband and no hemming since I used the existing finished edge, those pants were easy-peasey:

I wish I'd remembered to take a picture of another girl's set I made, with a convertible gown.

One of four identical aprons for some girls at church that I love very much who are graduating from high school and therefore soon leaving the Young Women organization and moving into Relief Society:


For the record, my house is a mess.

I Love It When They Dress Themselves

For example:

I could never have put this outfit together and I honestly love it.

(Later.)
Me: What are you doing?
Ellen: I'm changing my skirt.
Me: Why?
Ellen: Because the other one was on backwards.

Well, the blue is lovely too.

And here's a little something Adam picked out for himself one day: