Tuesday, March 31, 2009


Joe: This snow is getting on my mustache!!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Matthew's First Sentence

Matthew: (going upstairs) Dada. Dada?
Me: No, Dada went to work. He went bye bye.
Matthew: Dada.
Me: Dada's not here, but you have Mama!

(here it is... first sentence...)

Matthew: Nooo, mo Dada.

Translation: You suck, Mom. I want more Dada.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Joe: I know you guys get frustrated when I cry when I have to leave Asa's house, so I'm not going to cry about Asa when we move to Michigan.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


Joe: I don't think I want to wear superheroish clothes anymore, I just want to wear big boy clothes.


Mom: How was Chrissie's?
Joe: Good. We had a pork fight.
Mom: What?
Dad: What do you mean?
Joe: Everyone was throwing porks at each other.
Dad: I don't believe you.
Joe: It's true!
Dad: I don't believe that Chrissie would let you throw pork at each other.
Mom: What do you mean porks?
Joe: You know, those wine bottle-plugger-things.
Joe: Yeah, I mean corks.
Dad: Now do you see why I didn't believe you?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Goodbye feet, see you in May

You can just barely see them.


Joe: Mom, do you know what I sometimes feel like doing? Squeezing Matthew's head because it is so soft. So I just squeeze my muscles.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Lollipop Dance

Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing!

Danger Baby

Big Brother

Man: Joe, are you excited to have another baby in your family?
Joe: Yeah, 'cause our other baby is getting old.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Crabby Pants

Joe: "I don't want the things that I don't like to be near me."