Me, "Fenn you want to be my workout partner?"
Fenn, "Yeah, what do we do on that project mom?"
Me, "We watch the guy and do what he does. He's like a teacher. We listen. If he says kick we kick, if he says punch we punch."
Fenn, "Yeah, if he says do a sweet move, we do a sweet move."

Gib's been gone alot. Fenn and I have spent a lot of time together. He says, "ahhh, your giving me the nuts!" instead of your driving me nuts.

Playing out in the snow . . .
Fenn, "I have to go potty? Can I pea in the snow?"
Me, "Yes. Get up here and I'll help you get your clothes off"
10 minutes later he finally gets up the top of the hill and I have unzipped his coat, unzipped his snow pants, pulled down his sweats, long johns and undies, and taken off his mittens. I say, "O.k. hold your wiener and pea."
Fenn in very sad winey voice, "Your gonna have to hold it. My hands are freezin."
Katie, "Mel, your gonna have to hold it."

I'm feeling really bad because I haven't been keeping this up and I forget so quickly the things he says that crack me up. I MUST do better.

Tonight while browsing the Internet for, what else, swords, we had these conversations.
Fenn, "Whoa! What is that?"
Me, "That's a Kit Rae Avolovh Milthrodion Custom Fantasy Sword."
Fenn, "I want it."
Me, "Its $109.99"
Fenn, "That costs a lot of money. I want it. What store is it at?"
Me, "True Swords.com."

A few minutes later (mind you I am talking on the phone while looking at swords, I know its wrong, but I HATE looking at swords on line) . . .
Fenn, "That's a shit sword."
Me, "What? Are you swearing?"
Fenn, "Noooo."

A few minutes later (just hung the phone up and then had to call back and relate this little gem) . . .
Fenn, "What is that?"
Me, "That is a Kit Rae Custom Necklace Pendant Valdris. Its a sword necklace."
Fenn, "That's ridiculous."
Me, in my mind, "Thank you LORD!"

Dancing around the bathroom to the Hairspray CD while Fenn and Hazel bathe . . .
Fenn, "Stop doing that! Your not a grill, your a mommy!"

Running around naked after a bath (for quite awhile), "Look at my wiena."
Mom, "Why? What's it doing?"
Fenn in total amazement, "It's pointing at ya."

Gib changing Fenn's diaper about 6:45 a.m. . . .
Fenn in a sleepy voice, "My wing-ding is hanging out."
Gib, "Yeah, your wing-ding is."
Fenn, "I just don't know about that crazy wing-ding."

Later on when I told Great-Grandma Tucker about it she laughed and said, "Just tell him he better take care of it, no matter what!"

In a sticky sweet voice, Fenn says, "Daddy, I'm rubbing your face. Daddy, I'm touching your face and rubbing it."

Daddy laying there relaxed on the couch, "I know you are buddy."

Fenn in a not so sweet, but a touch of evil says, "Daddy, I'm rubbing your face with my hands. And they've been on my bottom."

I was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Fenn. He decided to toss it up in the air and kick it. . .
Me, "Oh, your getting tricky now?"
Fenn (in a very, that was stupid question tone), "Yeah! I'm your son."

After using his swimming teacher's goggles Fenn says, "If I poop on the potty will you buy me some blue noggles?"

Gib, "Yes."

2 days later, Fenn poops on potty and says, "Ok, take me to Walmart to buy noggles."

While unbuckling his carseat 20 minutes later in the Walmart parking lot and trying to remember what he calls them mom says, "Let's go get your blue noogles."

Fenn looks at mom very perplexed, and says, "You mean noggles."

Mom, "Yes, I mean noggles."

While driving home from a family party about 9:45 p.m.

"Look at the moon mom. Do you see it? It's coming with us. Hey the moons coming with us."

Katie whispers in Fenn's ear, "When are you going to start going potty on the toilet like a big boy?"
Fenn thinks for a second, "Um, Thursday night."

Situation: Lynlee changing Fenn's diaper
Fenn, "Is is black?"
Lynlee, "No."
Fenn, "Is it green?"
Lynlee, "No."
Fenn, "Then what color is it?"
Lynlee, "Brown."
Fenn, "Hmm. It smells black."

Throwing pinecones in Twin Lakes. . .

Fenn, "Ouch. I got cut by a pineapple."

After listening to the song I Wanna Be a Rockstar in the car . . .
Fenn, "Hazel, you wanna be a rock star with me? Huh, do yah?"

Fenn, "Mommy where you going?"
Mommy, "Crazy! Wanna come?"
Fenn, "Yeah! Where are my shoes?"

Fenn wanted to wear some new tennis shoes (because they were the only thing he could find and he was afraid his dad was going to leave him). I told him we needed some scissors to break the rubber band thing that held them together and then I just chiseled it off with my teeth. I said, "You momma has sharp teeth." Fenn, "Why?" Mom, "Because." Fenn, "Why you got sharp teeth? Cause your a mean, old witch?" Mom, "Yep that's why."

After laying on my lap in the recliner for quite awhile, watching a spider walk across the ceiling, Fenn hops on his scooter . . .

Fenn, "I'm goona go get that spider some food."
Mom, "What do spiders eat?"
Fenn, "He eats chocolate chips and lemons. He does, he likes them. I'm going to Walmart, I'll be right back."

He then tried to leave the house on his flexible flyer scooter to run real quick to Walmart. He just couldn't understand my opposition to the idea.

"Mommy can we ride the elevator to the North Pole?" "I don't think so Fenn." "We can mommy, hang on." (In the Elevator at the Residence Inn, Boise ID, Nathan's graduation)

As I am carrying Fenn into Renown, completely lethargic, unable to even walk, he slowly lifts his head, looks out the window at the tall hospital across the courtyard and asks, "Is there a swimmin pool here?" "No, Fenn there isn't." "Darn it!"