Is that mine?

Gavin has a new question that was really cute the first few times he asked - "Is that mine?"
At least he's asking, right? Yeah...'bout that...
He asks if every, single thing is "mine."
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"
"Is that mine?"

It brings to mind a certain collection of seagulls...

It's not just the kids

I got "the look" because I wouldn't go down the steps and walk our big, old dog to the side yard. I told her she's a big girl and she can go on her own, but she out-waited me. I did eventually walk her to the gate. Neurotic old thing.

It doesn't have to make sense

Another conversation in Scrivnerburg:
(Andrew walks in the door after being gone for 3 hours)
Mom: "Purple."
Andrew: "Green."
Mom: "Orange."
Andrew: "Blue."
Mom: "Fuschia."
Andrew: "Black."
Mom: "Chartreuse."
Andrew: "Serendipitous."

Our phones speak "Gavin"

(Gavin asks, "Can I with Dad?" Dad answers, "I'll go with you." Mom is the go-between.)

Makes perfect sense

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Mom: Yes, you guys can go to the storage unit and the library, but stay in pairs.
Nathan: (snicker) What about pineapples?
Mom: I'm allergic to pineapples. So be home before Dale leaves at 9:45.

Totally normal conversation.

Don't block my view!

Goofball Gavin message of the day - when your sister's head blocks your view of the mountains, hold her down in her seat so you can see - for 30 minutes.

Normal?

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Nathan: Mom, you can have this sheet - it doesn't have elastic.
Mom: That's called a flat sheet. Normal people use both flat and fitted sheets on their beds.
Ken: HAHAHAHAHAHA! You said "normal!" HAHAHAHAHA!! NORMAL!!! (Proceeds to almost roll on the floor with laughter.)

Might have a little awareness issue

Gavin provides us with some hilarious moments. A week or two ago he got his clothes all wet, so I changed him, but before I got his shirt on him he took off. I followed him out to the living room carrying his shirt and when I caught up to him I slipped his shirt over his head while he was playing. He put his arms in the sleeves and went on his merry way.

I guess he got cold, because 15 or 20 minutes later he came to me and asked, "I have clothes? More clothes?" Then he looked down at his chest, saw his shirt and said, "THANK YOU!!"

Oh, my oblivious Gavin. You are priceless!

Mom can be funny, too

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew: Where did the Chicago (Snack) Mix come from?
Mom: Let me tell you what happened. I was sitting here by the fire pit minding my own business when a gnome came hopping down the street. He stopped by here, took off his big hat, and pulled out this bag of Chicago Mix. He handed it to me and said, "Eat all the caramel corn before the kids get home." Then he put his hat back on his head and hopped off down the street.
Andrew: Nana brought it, didn't she?
Mom: Party pooper.

Ewww! Gross!

Caleb and I were having a goofy "competition." He was trying to gross me out, and I was responding with things he detests.
Caleb: Pumpkin Pie!
Mom: Eww! MUSTARD!
Caleb: Moths!
Mom: Earwigs!
Caleb: Gavin staying awake all night for weeks!
Mom: You win.

Snack time!

(Frustrating) Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Gavin: Can I ha snack?
Mom: Yes, you can have a snack. What do you want for a snack?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: Okay. What do you want to eat?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: What do you want to eat?
Gavin: I want a snack.

Well, duh. He wants a snack. He must be Ken's boy - *what* he eats doesn't matter as much as the fact that he *does* eat.

Gesundheit!

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Kristi (in a disgusted tone): "Dad! My cat just sneezed on my feet!"
Nathan: "That's good! 'They' say it's good luck when a cat sneezes on your feet!"
Everyone in the room looks at Nathan incredulously.
Nathan: "What?!? I had to make her feel better about it!"

That kid just cracks me up. Always has.

Labels, labels

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew to Gavin: "You're a stinky pants!"
Nathan: "Hey! No need for name-calling!"
Mom: "That's not name-calling, that's labeling."
Nathan: "You make a good point."

We amuse me.

Master Manipulator

I've been traveling all day with my husband and my brother.
Quote of the day from my brother Michael:
We are not troublemakers. I would never encourage that.

He continues...
I just manipulate the trouble that's already there.

Happy 4th of July!

A Scrivnerburg Postulate:
If Gavin holds an object it becomes his.
Therefore, if he carries the hamburger buns in from the car they become his own personal property, suitable for play, cuddles, and leaving on the floor.
This has been a public service announcement.

On a related note - we need more hamburger buns.

I can't think straight

Conversation Scrivnerburg:
Kristi: "I can't think."
Mom: "I believe you think just fine."
Kristi: "Sometimes I think fine. Sometimes I can't think straight."
Kristi again: "Sometimes I think sideways."

Never has she made a more true statement.

Have you ever wondered...?

Nathan is on a roll today. We're sitting around the morning campfire just enjoying the quiet when he tosses out a random question. 
"Why ARE there so many songs about rainbows?"