Charlie: Ball! Dada!! {jumping in crib}
Liv: Hiiiii, dada! Hiiii, dada! DADA! {jumping in crib also}
Daddy: It's Daddy's morning, you two...let's get some new daip daip daip's on {daddy's term for diapers}
Charlie: Daip Daip....Ball! Ball?? Ball?? UP!!! {the last "Ball?" and "UP" said while whining and putting his arms in the air}
Liv: Ambiguity!
Daddy: C'mon guys...you know the drill...let's go, seriously..
Charlie: Dada, up!!
Daddy: {putting a clean diapered Charlie down to play with toys}
Liv:
Daddy:..that's a window, baby...you're seeing outside
Liv: whas daat?! {poiting to the same window, as if daddy's explanation never happened}
Daddy: .....window, honey.....outside...
Charlie: F'Ball!! Passsss??? UP!!! UP!!!!
Liv: {rocking side to side, which is her form of dancing}
Daddy: Milk's coming...I promise...just let me finish with your...
Liv: {pointing to nothing on the wall} whas daat?!
Daddy: {sigh}
Charlie:
Liv: Ohhh wooowww!! Milk?! Whoaaa!!
Charlie: {throwing the football into the closet door, making a big sound and breaking off the handle}
Liv: Oh noooo!!
Daddy: ....oy....
4 comments:
well, better than saying, um, well, you know. :)
love it! such chatterboxes!
hahah!!! Nothing like hitting the ground running the morning, eh!? Such a great dad. . . love it!
I'm visualizing this and LAUGHING LAUGHING LAUGHING....
All four kids used to share a room...so I'm really getting a visual....
Thanks for posting this. PRICELESS!!!
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