{From the Mouths of Babes: Volume 2}

Volume 2

 

Lyric 2.5 years old

Family friend: ‘are you daddy’s girl?’
Lyric: ‘No…daddy is a boy.”

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Mom: ‘I love you’
Lyric: ‘I love you mom’
Mom: ‘I love you more!’
Lyric: ‘I love you mo-   NO! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!’

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Mom: ‘How’s your banana and peanut butter?’
Lyric: ‘Good! It kinda tastes like chocolate and strawberries and coffee!’

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*Looking for daddy, walks down the hallway & hears him in the bathroom*
Lyric: ‘Daddy?’ *bangs on door* ‘You making coffee in there?? I wanna help!!’

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*talking to someone quietly on her play phone*
Lyric: ‘Mom the phone’s for you’
Mom: ‘oh, who is it?’
Lyric: ‘It’s the baby in your tummy. Harlow’s a big sister now’
Mom: ‘Ha…what?’
Lyric: ‘She’s really really cute.’

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Lyric: ‘Look mom I found a candy under couch’
Mom: ‘Ew, can you go throw it in the garbage?’
Lyric: ‘No mom, it’s candy! I need to eat it!’

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*we’re locked out of the house*
Lyric: ”Oh no, mommy, I want in!’

Mom: ‘We have to wait for daddy to get home’
Lyric: ‘Oscar… Oscar!!’
Mom: Honey, Oscar can’t let us in’
Lyric: ‘Oh no!! Oscar has no hands!!’

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*Lyric being a slow poke at the store*
Mom: ‘come on Lyric, this way’

Lyric: ‘I’m coming mom, I’m just picking my wedgie’

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*Picks up my phone to watch Harlow sleeping on my monitor app*
Lyric: ‘awwwww Harlow’s so cute!’ *takes big sniff of my phone* ‘mmm Harlow smells good, too!’

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*reading books, sees a plate of cookies*
Lyric: ‘Mom, I want those cookies. Go make them’

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*While we were at Jordan & Michelle’s wedding weekend we all went for breakfast on our last day there. Jordan’s Nana arrives and Lyric runs over to give her a hug. The sweet thing about this was no one had wished him a happy birthday yet.*
Lyric: ‘Nana, it’s my daddy’s birthday!

Nana: ‘Is it?’
Lyric: ‘yeah!!’
*nana carries her over to Davin, picks her up and they both start singing happy birthday to him while everyone else joins in. It was adorable and happy tears were shed*

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*We’re trying to get ready to leave the house and Harlow is crying in her carseat*
Lyric: ‘Shh Shh Shh’ *Harlow still crying* ‘Shh Harlow, it’s okay, don’t cry’ *starts rocking her carseat – Harlow still crying*
‘Mommy! Harlow’s not being niiiiice!’

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*A lady comes to the door to buy some toys that Lyric never plays with*
Lyric: ‘haayyyyyy!!! Those are my toys!’
*We motion to lady to take the toys and run away fast*
Lyric: ‘Mommy, that lady took my toys!’

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*Harlow lets out loud toot*
Lyric: ‘Pizza’s ready!!’

 

from the mouths of dads

*a family friend asks us how many kids we’re going to have*
Dav: ‘I think we’re done having kids because when I come home from lunch Lyric runs to me, Oscar runs to me and soon Harlow is going to run to me…and then I won’t be able to eat lunch’

*after a weekend of curling*
Dav: ‘Feel my arms. They just…feel really big!’

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