July 7th--This was one of the conversations in the back of the van today:
B: Whitney, who is the best Dad ever?
W: My daddy!
B: No. That's wrong. It's Heavenly Father.
I think B. could be a lawyer when he grows up. He's always getting us on technicalities.
Brandon, why did you make a face and ruin this pic?
I didn't ruin it, Mom.
You guys were supposed to make silly faces!
July 8th--Whitney has started saying really cute, sincere prayers. I love it when kids hit the stage where they just say whatever is on their minds in their prayers. Today during the blessing on the food, she said, "Thank thee for Jesus...that he is protected from howls and wolves...and from the darkness."I didn't ruin it, Mom.
You guys were supposed to make silly faces!
July 11th--Whitney has a new aspiration. "When I grow up, I want to be Cinderella in a blue dress." Her wise, mature older brother told her, "You can't be Cinderella when you grow up. She's just pretend....Oh, there's one real one at Disneyland, but someone is already her."
July 14th--A while back I posted about how Brandon is really into smells. I guess it runs in the family. When we got in the van today she said, "What's that smell? It smells like chocolate...or fire. Brandon, do you smell that delicious smell?" She also loves to smell the soap when we wash our hands in public restrooms and she has some interesting descriptions for the scents. Today when I asked her what one of the soaps smelled like she said, "PB&J." I don't think that's what the manufacturer intended, but that works.
July 14th--Brandon has an amazing memory. We were driving around today and talking about a trip that we took in December of 2004. He was 3 years old. He started talking about a talking bowling set that some of our friends had that we stayed with and how he wanted to play with it, but it was too late at night when we got there. I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that, but he was right. Isn't that crazy? He said, "I'm the remembering boy...I have a memory card in the middle of my brain and it telling me..." he said this next part in a deep voice, "'You know!!' Oh yea, and six plus six is twelve."
July 15th--Some friends gave Whit this beautiful hand-me-down dress.
She wore it to church for the first time today and when Andrew came off the stand at the end of Sacrament meeting he said, "Oh, Whitney. Do you know what you look like today?" And she said, "Yea. An angel!" He laughed and said, "I was going to say a princess, but you're right. You do look like an angel."July 17th--We were outside today and the wind was blowing. Whitney said, "Mom, the trees are dancing!" I thought that was such a great description.
July 21st--To help pass the time on the road trip, I had downloaded a Q&A game from cranium.com. Here are a couple of examples of the responses my kids gave.
Q: If you had a car that could go anywhere on earth, where would you drive to?
B: I would drive all around the world in sixty seconds and stop at Hershey Park and the Ultimate Lego Store.
W: To Wal-Mart.
Q: If you could eat only one thing the whole trip, what would it be?
W: A peanut butter sandwich.
B: Cotton candy.
Q: If you could pick anyone to be your personal chauffeur, who would it be?
W: Hello Kitty
B: Jeff Gordon
July 26th--Ok, so most of you know that I grew up on a home where both of my parents were fluent in Spanish, but I only speak enough to get myself in trouble. Well, there are a couple of little Spanish phrases that have stuck in my vocabulary and I use in everyday language. One of them is that I call the kids "mi hija" and "mi hijo," my daughter and my son. I'll also tell them "andale" when they are being too slow and I'm in a hurry to get out the door. The other day I asked Whit something and ended the phrase in "Mi hija." She replied, "I'm 'mi hija' and Brandon's 'andale.'" Oops--I guess I've been asking Brandon to hurry a little TOO much if Whit thinks that's his name!
July 28th--W and B were playing out in the backyard today. Whitney can be a bit of a drama queen at times and she came up to the back door crying.
Me: "What's wrong?"
W: no response, keeps crying
Me: "Why are you crying?"
W: through her tears "I don't know!"
Sometimes she even realizes she's being overly-dramatic, I guess.