Things I want to remember for a million years:

I swear, there are at least seventy really great things my kids say in a day that I think I should write down but I don't. Here's what I've got swirling around in my head at the moment:

The oldest:
In a discussion about why Christmas is called Christ-mas I explained to the oldest that Christ is another name for Jesus.
A long silence and a few minutes later he came up with, "Maybe I'll just call it Jesus-mas then."

I am dying for him to reply to Department Store Santa, "Yeah, merry Jesus-mas to you too."


The middlest:
The backpack on Dora the Explorer frequently says, "Yum, yum, yum, deliciouso!" The middlest's translation is something like weddisauso- as in, "Mom the quesadilla is so weddisauso."

Quesadillas remind me that he told me the other day that they were out of season and that I'd have to think of something different for lunch.

And just tonight as we were playing a game of Memory (Or Renembory) he made us say a magic word before we chose cards on our turns. With a wave of our hands and a chanting of "Zuckerman's Famous Pig!" we'd almost always choose the wrong card. And then team Daddy and the Oldest would steal our match.


The pink baby:
At nearly a year this girl is a hoot. She's almost walking and has a few words down pat. She knows mommy, daddy, more, areyou? (which comes out just like that-oneword). She has her own version of her brothers' names and loves, loves, LOVES to sneak in their room and play Legos.
She's like the little puppy we've never had (and never will have). She is always crawling around with something in her mouth and she chews up everything.