Showing posts with label Overheard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Overheard. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

November 6:
Overheard at my house:
Hamish: what was that white stuff I saw you and daddy eating last night?
Me: [when???] um that was ice cream
Hamish: why were you eating ice cream?
Me: well because our throats hurt and we thought it might make them feel better. And we like ice cream
Hamish: Mom, I think my throat hurts a little bit.
Me: Hamish, is that a true thing? Be careful that you are only saying true things.
Hamish: [pause] Mom, when other people have ice cream it makes me want some really, really bad.

October 22:
Overheard at my house:
[Hamish gives the Manimal a big hug. The Manimal pushes away.]
Mommy, why don't babies put their arms around their sisters when they hug?

October 13:
Overheard in the Chick Fil A drive through:
I want French fries and ketchup for my dessert. For my lunch I want pineapple

October 12:
Overheard last night:
[Hamish's prediction for today]
I will ask Daddy if we are there yet again and again, and he will turn up the radio so he can't hear me.

September 8:
Overheard in my car:
Mom! There's something in my hair that lives outside!!

September 3:
Overheard at my house during the South Carolina vs North Carolina football game:
Hamish: Yay, Mama!
Me: Shh!
Hamish: But Mama, they said...
Me: No, honey... [head shaking]
Hamish: But Carolina...
Kyle: Look to me, Hamish. When I'm happy. You can be happy.

August 10:
Overheard at my house:
"The gates open tomorrow. You can not go to the Passover. That means you left your pack and play at the airport."
I don't know where the first two sentences came from. The third sentence is Hamish's own version of 
Overhead.

July 30:
Overheard at my house:
Me: The Manimal and I are going to the gym. If you stay here, you can play with your dollhouse, which is good to do when the Manimal's gone....
Hamish: OR I could help daddy cook by looking at the food and not touching the stove! I will help Daddy cook by not touching anything!

July 29:
Overheard at my house:
Kyle: we could keep chickens in the back yard.
Hamish: and sometimes some kinds of animals come and take the chickens.
K: like what kind of animals?
H: like a cheetah. And like different kinds of cats. And tigers.

July 21:
Overheard in my car:
Hamish: You know my bed friend Meowie? Her name is now Scat.
Me: You are changing her name?
H: yes, because she got bigger.
Me: are we going to change your name when you get bigger?
H: yes! My name will be Freem. That's my pilot name. Because I'm going to be a pilot when I get bigger.

July 18:
Overheard at bedtime:
[Kyle has been gone all day]
Hamish: Let's talk about things. Tell me about your day.
[Kyle reports on his day.]
H: Ok, now tell me to tell you about my day.

June 23:
Overheard at my house:
[Hamish playing in the sandbox.]
Hamish: mommy, do you want to see a picture of Batman [bad man?] when he was a little person?
Me: Sure.
H: I can't show you. My phone is charging.
I have no idea.

June 21:
Overheard in my car:
Me: Hamish, I love you!
Hamish: Mommy, I love your words!

Saturday, June 6, 2015

June 6:
[on maybe going to the Nature Center this weekend]
That day I'm going to pour mud all over me!! Except not in my hair and not in my eyes and not in my mouth and not in my ears and not on my shirt. I'm going to be covered in mud!

June 2:
Me: how was your day at school?
Hamish: I'm tired of saying things.

June 2:
[I'm scrolling through Anthroplogie's home sale online and Hamish comes to sit in my lap. I need to get up and do something else.]
I can keep working on this for you, mom, if you want me to.

May 29:
And these are all the things I need for my show.

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May 14:
Hamish: What are those?
Me: Those are roses, but they look pitiful, because I don't know how to make roses happy.
Hamish: What if I sang them a little song? Would that make them happy?

May 8:
[we come across a little bird with a broken wing]
Maybe a bird who is a doctor will come and take care of him...
[...as we were walking away]
That was an injured bird. Mommy, do you know about the word "injured"?

May 6:
[Hamish is playing with Kyle's phone.]
Hamish to Siri: No, don't make Siri call me Grace. My name is not Grace.
Hamish to Gracie the dog: She thinks you are me!
Siri: Ok. I won't call you Grace.

May 1:
Hamish: Turn the lights on so I can see.
Me: I'm not turning the lights on while we're driving.
Hamish (volume up by 50%): MOM! You are not obeying me!

Friday, April 17, 2015

April 1:
The Manimal: [happy sounds... less happy sounds...THUMP. Crying.]
Hamish: Too much love. From me.

March 27:
Goodnight sun! Have fun in Singapore! ... The sun cannot talk to us back.

March 23:
[Pop and Honey are watching CBS This Morning; the 7 day forecast comes on.]
Look! Look! It's weather! I did not know there was weather on our TV!

March 16:
H: when cats wake up in the morning they always say good day, did you know that daddy?
K: no, where did you hear that?
H: Miss Nina.
K: oh. What do dogs say?
H: they also say good day. And lions.
...more discussion for a while, intermittent singing...
K: what about an elephant? What does an elephant say in the morning?
H: Miss Nina did not discuss that.

March 2:
Kyle to me:
You smell good... Well, there's a little spit up here on your shoulder, but other than that.

February 27:
[Hamish flipping through Kyle's Principles of Virology text.]
"Oh my! This has a lot of stories in it! This looks like a dangerous book."

February 5:
[cuddling in bed, Hamish, a stuffed cat, and me together, The Manimal a little removed to the side with Kyle]
Hamish: Mommy, you and I are the bread and Meowie is the jelly.
Me: We're making a jelly sandwich?
Hamish: We are! And The Manimal is the peanut butter.
Me: The Manimal's more a like a chip on the side of the plate.
Kyle: or a pickle
Hamish: Mommy! The Pickle just touched the Bread's eye!

January 28:
Hamish: Mommy, let's play a game about giving cards to each other.
Me: ok
H: I December-ed you two. And I December-ed me one.
Me: December?
H: Yes! December means to give each other gifts.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

January 20:
Hamish: Fauntleroy, if you burp from your bottom, I will say, 'Excuse you, Fauntleroy'. Okay?

January 20:
(After attending Mo Willems' play, "Elephant and Piggie: We Are In A Play!")
Hamish: Mama, I am Piggie, and he [Kyle] is Gerald... I don't know who you are in this game. Fauntleroy is Chunka Monka.

January 12:
Kyle: Did you go to a birthday where someone was dressed up as a mermaid?
Hamish: I did go to a birthday with mermaids.
Kyle: Ok, whose party was it?
Hamish: When I was born in Singapore and my house was in Singapore I went to a birthday party with mermaids!
Kyle: Are you talking about Merlions?
Hamish: Yes! I AM talking about Merlions!

January 2: 
I'm going to take my shoes off because I'm home. Then my feet will be naked-baby! And all y'all can see my purple toes. Does that sound like a fun plan?

January 2:
Hamish: Daddy...
Me: Daddy is upstairs, honey.
Hamish: But I want my best friend! Daddy is my best friend!

December 31:
(Overheard at Ashley's house)
MC: Hamish, if you want more wine you just have to ask. But don't say "wine". Say, "Please may I have more grape juice."

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Overheard at Mimi's house:
[Kyle and Hamish do some yoga. H explains:] We're reaching over and touching our toes and we say "ugh" because our hands are too high up.

H: But squirrels outside feed themselves. They don't have a Mama and a Daddy that feeds them. They just find it.

Friday, December 19, 2014

December 11
Hamish: Mom did you get me some water?
Me: I did.
Hamish: You're a sweet helper.

December 9
Hamish: Mama and Daddy, can you please watch my walnuts so Fauntleroy doesn't get them?

November 21
Hamish: Fauntleroy, are you right over there?
Kyle: it's "AL-right"
H: Fauntleroy, are you AL-right over there?

November 19
(On Movember)
Kyle: Should daddy grow a mustache?
Hamish: yea, and I will grow a mustache.
K: No, you can't grow a mustache, because you are a girl.
H: Fauntleroy can grow a mustache.
K: No, Fauntleroy can't grow a mustache for several more years.
H: mommy can grow a mustache
K: No, because mommy is a girl
H: only boys that are big can grow a mustache




Tuesday, November 18, 2014

November 17
Hamish: What are your pants, Mommy?
Me: These are black velvet [pajama pants]. Remember that song I was singing the other day? "Black velvet and that little boy's smile..."
[Other conversation until the boys came downstairs]
Hamish: What is a song about your pants, Daddy?

November 15
Hamish (looking right at Kyle): Daddy are you wearing socks?
Kyle: Yes I am. ... Thank you for asking.
Hamish: Thank you for letting me know!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

I used a book to demonstrate how the pile of diapers on their edge would fall over, but a pile of diapers laying flat would stay flat.
Hamish: You used that book to show me that?
Me: I did.
Hamish: That was AMAZING!

Later that day...
[Kyle coughed into his elbow.]
Hamish: Daddy, did you just cough into your elbow?
Kyle: I did.
Hamish: That was AMAZING!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Overheard in my car...

I need you, Mommy. I need you so hard.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

This morning...
Me [as Hamish and Kyle leave for MDO]: Have a good day!
Hamish: I will have a good day. And tomorrow I will come home and see you guys all.
[as the walked out the door...] "and then baby Fauntleroy will go with daddy and mommy will get this one and then I will be happy, and...".

This evening...
[Playing the game where she picks holly berries one by one and puts them in my hand. After the first few, she puts her hand on my shoulder and very, very seriously says:] These are not food. You will become sick!

Monday, October 13, 2014

Hamish: Mommy, I'm going to eat you!
K: are you going to start with her nose? Or her toes?
[Kyle and I carry on discussing the day...unaware of the little person crouching by my foot]
Me: Ow! Hamish! Stop!!
Kyle: Honey, it's pretend! We don't really eat each other.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Migration of the ones we missed.

Sept 22:
[coming downstairs this morning, Hamish's stomach gurgles]
Hamish: That was something!
K: yeah? What was that?
H: That was my tummach!!
K: yep, your stomach.
H: My tummach says, "Put some yogurt in my belly!"

Sept 21:
[fridge-clean-out dinner]
Me to Kyle: can I fix you anything?
Kyle: no, I'm fine.
Hamish: Mommy! Fix me everything!

Sept 11:
[Mariah Carey's Dreamlover is on the radio.]
Hamish: "It's ok, little baby! Don't cry about the music!"

Sept 1:
Hamish (riding her bike and singing): ...down came the rain and washed the spider out...
[crashes into the diaper bag in the hall and falls over]
Me: Oh no! What happened?
Hamish: I fell down and didn't finish my song!

Aug 22:
Hamish: (very deliberately): Please may I have a whole big piece of pie in a little container.
K: I appreciate the nice asking, but I've already said no pie. We haven't had dinner yet.
Hamish: [trying a new tactic] Give me some pie!
K: Go see Mommy.

Aug 12:
H: I have i-de-as
K: You do?
H: I have big ideas!
K: Well I have ideas too!
H: Daddy, you have little ideas.

Jul 31:
H: Feed me my water, Daddy.
K: You can do it by self.
H: I'm a baby!
K: You sure talk a lot for a baby.

Jul 25:
[I leave my office to go to the kitchen to get a snack. H hears me and calls from upstairs.]
H: What you doing Mama? Hold me!
A: I can't right now, baby. I'm working.
H: You work in the kitchen, now, Mama?
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Hamish demonstrating a sad, thirsty plant (left) and a happy, well-watered plant (right).

Jul 21:
H: I like jelly and peanut butter, Dada says.
K: ... I didn't actually say that.

Jul 18:
K: What else should we bring to make sure you're happy on this trip?
H: Uhhhhh.... not this wall.
K: No. We should leave the walls here.

Jun 25
K: Ready, set, go!
[little running feet. Pause]
H. Say on my marks!

Jun 7:
H, during dinner last night: "I need to... finish eating and... put on my ..swimsuit and go ...outside and go swimming... with daddy and Louisa, yay!"

Monday, September 29, 2014

I post "overheard" posts on Facebook regularly, but I worry that we are going to lose these snippets of life with Hamish, so I'm going to try to cross post them here as well.

Overheard in my car:
[Hamish in her car seat playing quietly with a deck of cards]
H: Mommy! I need my cards! I dropped them.
Me: [reaching back, pulling and straining all kinds of things] Here you go. Try not to drop them again.
H: I'm juggling! Juggle! Juggle! Juggle! ... Mommy! I need my cards! I dropped them.