I hate my iPhone. There, I said it and I am very happy that it seems to be glitching, dying and otherwise signalling that it should be thrown into the nearest body of water. Here I come, flip phone! So, that's a near end to Instagram as well and a return to blogging in order to more privately and thoroughly log this family's life. I still haven't managed to upload my photos to the computer, so blogging will be text for now. And so we begin:
Things to remember:
1. Joe to Matthew: We can do this the hard way or the easy way!
Matthew: What's the easy way?
2. Matthew after he found out that Joe is moving out next year and going to the college:
"You're moving out next year?"
Joe: "Yup."
Matthew: "I hope you come back nicer."
3. Simon the day after an elderly gentleman came to fix our dishwasher: "What did the repairman look like? Was he sunshine?"
Mom: "Sunshine?"
Simon, pointing to his skin: "Sunshine!"
Simon was asking if the repairman was white!
I notice that we often have a nickname for a child that I think will last forever, but a year later I suddenly realise that we haven't used that nickname in a while. Interestingly it's usually the older kids that remind me of this as they come back home from college and use an "old" nickname. I don't want to forget these nicknames; they are precious to me. Matty-Boy has lasted with Matthew but Simon has gone through a few. Simey has staying power but Simymo was my favourite and I haven't heard it used in a while. Joe has tried to christen Simon Ish and uses it quite frequently, much to Simon's chagrin. "Me not Ish!" he protests loudly.
This one is sort of gross but Simon names his bowel movements according to their size: "This poo is big. It's a mommy poo. It's name is Waina (Elena)."
Simon also has an adorable way of using the t sound for s's and a few other consonants. Thus, sorry becomes torry and sunshine is tunshine. He also can't say the sound blend sn so snowing is knowing and I really don't mind know as much as I do snow. Thanks, little man.
