Quinlan

at age 5 1/2:

Quinlan: “Mommy is the boss of daddy. Daddy is the boss of me.”

Saoirse: “But she’s not bigger.”

Quinlan: “Mommy is the oldest.”

at age 5:

I’d told the girls that I had to give a short speech about their school after mass that morning.

Saoirse: “To the WHOLE CHURCH?!”

Quinlan (with glee): “Hope you don’t get embarrassed!”

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at the local pool:

“Mom! I have to pee. Mom! I have to pee! Mom! I have to p–Wup. I don’t have to pee anymore.”

at age 4 1/2:

While listening to Radio Margaritaville, because my small children are Buffett fans:

Q: “What’s this song called?”

Me: “It’s called ‘Great Heart.'”

Q: “Oh! Just like Saoirse’s heart!”

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Me: “I hope you feel better soon.”

QG: “I won’t until we die.”

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With her dress-up butterfly wings lopped over her shoulders:

“Bye! Gotta go fly!”

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“Mom! I just pooped out a carrot!

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“I don’t want you to take a picture of me. I want some quiet time, playing.”

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“Mom, can I have a cough drop?”

“No, honey. They’re not candy.”

“I know! I wasn’t asking for candy. I was asking for a cough drop.”

at age 4:

“WHY YOU GOTTA ALWAYS BRUSH MY HAIR?!?”

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“You know what, Saoirse? I’m happy.”

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“Saoirse, I got a [school] picture, too. It’s the same as yours. It’s just me.”

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“I wish we could live in cookies.”

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“Your delicious muffins are good!”

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“You know what, Mom? I love you. I want to hug you forever and kiss you forever.”

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“Uh-oh! Don’t hug me too hard!”

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“Guess what, Dad! I’m a robot, so I can’t get in the bath!”

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“Quinn, what did you think of swim lessons?”

“No. I didn’t like it.”

“What didn’t you like?”

“Swimming.”

at age 3 1/2:

“Why are there always boogers in my nose?”

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“You know what? I love having you around.”

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“Mommy? Does heaven have windows?”

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“Quinn, what did you think of the dentist?”

“Nope.”

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“Quinn, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“A grown-up.”

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“I don’t like that cheese. I only like the stripey cheese.”

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First thing in the morning, while I’m still in bed:

“Momeeee! I’m so glad to see you!”

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Appearing beside my head while I’m still in bed, standing beside me, her head in my face:

“Are you gonna get me breakfas’?”

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“Saoirse, it’s fun to be a sister.”

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“Do you remember when the lion was eating the pig?…And it was delicious.”

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“You made a tasty dinner!”

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Walking on a cold, dreary, rainy morning:

“What a beautiful day!”

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To me:

“You’re cute. I like your pajamas.”

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“Wake up! It’s morning time!”

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“Mom? I’m sorry I dropped yogurt all over you.”

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Me: “Who wants a smoothie?”

Q: “Me!”

Then, seeing the smoothie, which was green:

“Uh. Not me.”

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Before eating candy:

“Will this rip my teeth out?”

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After visiting a family Halloween trick-or-treating event:

“I had fun at Hersheypark. I had candy!”

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“You’re the best mommy, and Daddy’s the best daddy, and I really want to move to a castle.”

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Looking at Saoirse:

“Can I give her a hug right now?’

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“Mom? I think I eat too much candy.”

at age 3:

Watching her baby brother spit out dry organic “Cheerios” while eating chocolate rice krispies:

“I’m glad I’m not a baby.”

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After making a smoothie with kale and  cucumber:

Me:  “That’s not very good. I don’t know what happened. The one I made yesterday was pretty good.”

Q: “Oh. That’s because you put salad in there.”

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“Hey, Quinn.  What do you want to be when you grow up? What kind of job do you want?”

“I want to type on the computer and be a mommy.”

“And where do you want to live?”

“In a castle.”

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David:  “Quinn, I love you. You’re a good kid.”

Quinn:  “Yeah. I am three.”

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In the car:

Quinn:  “Mom? What is this moo-gick?”

Me: “Her name is PJ Harvey.  What do you think?”

Quinn:  “No.”

at age 2 1/2:

“Mom? Is Cian finished eating your other boob yet?”

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“I want vanilla. Hmm, correction. I want chocolate.”

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Aghast, as her father begins eating his lunch:

“Daddy, you can’t eat yet! You’ve haven’t said grapes yet!”

at age 2:

Changing the “poopy diaper” of one of her stuffed animals:

“Oh my goodness! That’s HUGE!”

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The girls, watching a 49ers game with their dad. I’m upstairs in another room, listening in. Quinn has just looked at the TV and noticed the line of scrimmage.

Q:  “Why is he pooping?

D, completely seriously: “Oh, he’s not pooping. That’s how they start to play.”

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Upon seeing a newspaper photo of elderly women exercising in a pool:

“I see mom!”

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Waking in the morning, standing in the middle of her crib: 

“Let’s go!  Let’s GO!!”

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“What DAT called?”  (repeated 25 times per minute)

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Q: “Mommy. I hun-gee.”

Me: “You’re hungry, sweetie? Okay, then. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

Q: “No. No beck-fast. I want cereal.”

at age 1 1/2:

“You’re fuddy.”

(starts laughing)

“I’m fuddy!”

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To strange man in a diner. He’s tall, wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt:

“Hi! Hi, Daaaadddeeee!”

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(waving)

“Hiiiiiieeeee! Hiiieeee, Seir-sha! I poopted!”

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“I yuv you, Sir-sha.” (smacks SK, then hugs her)

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“I want dat.”

“Can you say please?”

“Yeah.  I want dat.”

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With arms outstretched:

“I want a ho.”

“Uh.  What do you want, honey?”

“I want a ho.”

“A ho? Ohhh, a hug!  You want a hug?”

“Yeah.  A ho.”

at age 1:

Waking up from her nap:

“Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh…”

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