Cedric is officially joining these posts! Mostly everything he says is cute right now but he's had a couple zingers that I've been able to write down and remember. He seems to have good comedic timing already and loves doing little "bits" once he sees that he's making us laugh. Right now there's a lot of poo humor. :)
We haven't quite hit the stage where the boys are having long conversations together although I think it's super close. Ah, can't wait to hear what they'll have to say to each other.
Here's what Dashiell and Cedric have been saying lately...
A few Dash-isms that we love so much
This day = today
Last day = yesterday, or last week
Next day = tomorrow
How Dashiell spelled his name out loud for a long time
Me: Good night.
Dash: Be careful in your bed...
Me: Do you know any facts about dinosaurs?
Dash: Dinosaurs have fossils in their belly!
Dash: I'm fast like emergency!
Dash: I'm not 3. I'm 61.
Dash: I want you to have another popsicle so your belly can get big like mine.
Chris has trained both boys to respond with "the bomb!" when he starts, "Daddy is the..." On a recent morning Chris made Dashiell hot chocolate at his request. But he made a pretty big mug, which Dash drank quickly and then complained of a stomach ache...
Dash: Daddy's not the bomb anymore...
Dash: We don't say poopy butt. (He's told me this several times. Ahem)
Me: How did you sleep?
Dash: There's a thousand dollars of sand in the bathtub!
Dash: After I turn 3 - you're not going to like this - I'm going to turn 4. And you're never going to see me because I'm going to be taller than you.
Me: Dash, what do you call your blanket?
(have never heard him call it that before or since)
Dash: I'm sweaty. I need a snack. Sweaty means I'm hungry.
Dash: Don't put up your windows Daddy, or you can fall out of the car.
After bedtime one night Dash, looking very sad, walked into the front room where we were. He had one arm pulled into his shirt (a new trick)...
Dash: I'm sad because I don't have an arm.
Dash: I have chemicals in my office
(no idea on this one)
Me: What woke you up?
Dash: Well, my brain!
Dash: When I grow up, I'm going to be a T. Rex.
Dash: I have million. I'm giving away dollars.
We were playing hide and seek from Chris. I was hiding in a closet with the boys and we were pretending to be scared of Chris finding us.
As he pushes Cedric out of the closet...
Dash: Go Cedric, be brave.
Me: Cedric, what do we have for Thanksgiving?
When we turned on the windshield wipers...
Dash: That's the car's tears!
Me: Dash, what's the biggest number you can think of?
Dash: Where ever you are, you are with me.
Me: Dash, what's the most important thing.
Dash: To love your family.
Cedric: Toots, guys!