If it weren't for kids... (your cute kid stories)

[Tom Cashel]

Kid quotes are the best!

I don't have many stories yet--Patrick is going to be 6 mos. old March 10--but the biggest news is that he is off the oxygen, off the monitor, and about to be off the last of his meds. Last week the Dr. said he looks like he's ahead of the developmental curve, which is amazingly wonderful. (For those of you not in-the-know, Pat was born 3 mos. premature, spent 66 days in the NICU, and had serious issues. At two different points we weren't sure he was going to make it.)

But now he's doing his thing, staring hard at whatever he sees, and laughing up a storm when I sing to him. Plus he's started to coo and babble, trying to get into the conversation. (Not bad for someone who is, developmentally, 3 mos. old.) I love it when he laughs.

 

[der_kluge]

My daughter (almost 2) loves york peppermint patties. Well, it's no surprise, both of her parents do, too.

So, the other day, I hand her half of a patty (the bite size ones, not the candy-bair aisle single packed kind). She's a two-fisted eater, though. So, if you give her a chip or cracker, she has to have one in the other hand as well. So, she demanded some more patty for her other hand. Well, I told her that the one I had was daddy's, and that if she wanted another one, she needed to give me back the one I just gave her. So, thinking quickly, she quickly stuffs the patty into her mouth, and holds out her empty hand for more! It was quite a sight.

 

[Abstraction]

My daughter is three and a half. About a year ago, she was learning numbers. She knew her numbers from one to ten really well, but I didn't think she really knew what they meant. So, she was asking for a treat, some freeze-dried berries. BTW, these make a great alternative to sweets.

So I asked her, "do you want two berries, or three berries?"

She gave me a confused look. I repeated, "do you want two berries, or three berries?"

She looked like she was concentrating really hard, then said, "Six!"

I gave her six berries. Very proud moment.

 

[Rel]

I don't have many stories yet--Patrick is going to be 6 mos. old March 10--but the biggest news is that he is off the oxygen, off the monitor, and about to be off the last of his meds. Last week the Dr. said he looks like he's ahead of the developmental curve, which is amazingly wonderful. (For those of you not in-the-know, Pat was born 3 mos. premature, spent 66 days in the NICU, and had serious issues. At two different points we weren't sure he was going to make it.)

I am quite certain that that was a living hell, Tom. I am very glad to hear that your boy is doing well and I have no doubts that you'll be sharing funny kid quotes in about another year. Good luck to you and your family.

 

[billd91]

Kid quotes are the best!

I don't have many stories yet--..<snip>.

Oh, you'll have them soon enough. I have a 6 month old son (born on time... my wife's pregnancies were weirdly spot on when it came to expected due dates) who's totally Mr. Happy at day care. The teachers there think he's one of the happiest babies they've ever seen, all smiley and everything.
But yesterday, after the in-laws flew back to California, he turned into a bi-polar baby. He'd be all squeally and squirmy, nearly diving off the couch if my wife hadn't grabbed his leg. Next moment he'd turn into Frankie McCranky and yowl at us. When I changed his diaper at 1:30am, he cried hysterically sounding uncannily like a siren.
Then I figured out part of the problem with a little help from him this morning. Turns out he hadn't pooped at all on Sunday. Then this morning, he finally had the mother of all bowel movements and blew out the top of his diaper and left leg, pretty much filling up the leg of his sleeper. He had an emergency bath after that and seemed to be in much higher spirits.

And my wife was wondering why I was so happy with one child who was long out of diapers. Oh, well. My son Griffin is a sweet little guy, even if he does abuse diapers with a vengeance.

 

[ragboy]

We do what we can.

And the four club has an almost infinite number of stories due to the interaction of four balls of chaos. My middle son (10) just got into claymation/stop motion movies. We got one of those cheesy ball cameras and the software from a garage sale. On a boring rainy Saturday, I suggested that he try it out and showed him the basics. He sat there for the next two days making progressively weirder little movies. All them tended to end with a clay wall going up and a little fat dude waddling from behind it, then the wall collapsing. It was amazing to watch him learn new tricks on his own. Made me wish I'd had that kind of tech when I was 10.

Here's a sample...

 

[Richards]

Originally posted by BOZ:

see, that's why i couldn't name my son Logan - because everyone who's ever read X-Men wants to name his son Logan.

In my son's case, his first name is my wife's maiden name, and his middle name is my wife's mother's maiden name.

Poor kid has three last names for his name.

Johnathan

 

[Queen_Dopplepopolis]

Just looking through my subscribed threads and remembering that I really enjoyed everything everyone posted on this thread... and hoping for more. *smile*

~bump~

 

[der_kluge]

I can't think of any funny kid stories off hand, but here's a bathroom stall story a friend of mine (Reddist) shared with me.

It seems his wife had a friend who was in a bathroom stall at a restaurant. And some other lady came into the bathroom, and went into the stall next door, which much groaning ensued. A little while later, this lady exclaimed, "corn? When did I eat corn?!"

 

[Chaldfont]

My two year old gets jealous when my buddies come over for our Thursday night game, eat dinner, and then head down into the basement to play. When her mom told here we were playing a game, she asked me later, "Play game, Daddy?"

So I gathered up a bunch of dice, plastic D&D minis, and some Dwarven Forge stalagmites, pillars and such, stuff them in a Crown Royal bag and we sit down to the dinner table to play.

The stalagmites are "mountains".
Isabel has a favorite d20.
The kuo-toan with a spear brushes the bullette's teeth.
The bullette lays "eggs" (little six-siders).
Grick's are called "wormies".

"Game" has become our nuclear option when Isabel is throwing a fit. There's nothing she'd rather do than "play game".