Desi Candor

And, anyway, mom why did you name me Desmond?!

I love me.

While sitting in the tub filled with bubbles one morning, Des calls out in perfect deadpan, “Does anyone know where the bathroom is?”

Someday I wanna be a firefighter and cook dinner for my kids.

I love banana’s they’re my favorite food in the histories.

Are you going to give me a kiss Zoe? I’m your big brother!

Remember the neighbors downstairs! You screamed too loud mom!

Zoe and me are cool. You are pretty.

mmmm. . . that juice is good! Cran-apple makes me jig.

Mom you look so fantastic even though you only have your underwear on.

After adding a bit of gel to Desi’s hair and styling it like Superman the following overexcited ramble followed: “Wow! Cool for real! Will Dad think it’s cool? Don’t touch my Superman hair, okay Zo? Do you want Superman hair? Do you Zo?” Zo replied instantly with a flat “No!” To which Des, now disheartened, simply said, “Oh . . . “

I eat every day. Why don’t I grow into a big man?

One morning I asked Des what his favorite creature on earth was. He said, “Rat, Cows, Rhinoceros’, and Seahorses.”

I’m gonna flap my wings, slap my pants and walk on my head

I have more Spiderman-confidence after my dream.

When I grow up, I’ll be called Nate.

Mom, I was talking to Jesus. Spiderman was broken so I was talking to him about that.

I was pushing the babes one at a time in the swings at the playground trying to do a balanced job. “Push me mom,” Des demanded. “In a minute,” I replied. To which he barked, “Immediately!”

Excuse me, my bumbum burped.

After tipping over the garbage can late one afternoon, Des declared confidently as he knelt down to start clean up, “I can do everything – I can do everything that is hard.” When he finished he decided to take out the garbage and drop it down the shoot. I asked him if he needed help. He answered, “I need zero help!” Then he paused just outside the door, confidence deflating, it was too quiet out there. “Mom, I’m scared!” So I stood at the door while he dumped the garbage down the hall, 5 feet away.

While setting up a little baseball practice in the park ball fields one morning, Des pointed to a base and said, “Here’s the human plate.”

“I’m trying to help you bring happiness!” Des explained after I refused to agree to a toy buying scheme. It was all so simple: buy him toys bring joy and happiness into the world.

I’m saving this little treat for my imaginary friends. They don’t have dinner teeth they just have treat teeth. We have both, they only have one.

After being repeatedly pummeled by Zoe, Des finally shouts, hand outstretched in front of him, “Stop! I have the power of Jesus!”

I love you Porter.

Let’s pretend Zoe is Chloe (a dog in the extended family) and you’re Auntie Gena and I’m Uncle Buff!

Zoe is a fun babe right now – she’s not crying!

Mom! You have a cookbook-tionary!

Zoe’s so cute and funny isn’t she?

I dropped something of Desi’s and as I was picking it up, I muttered, “Forgive me.” To which he immediately responded, “Yeah, I am! I love you so much!”

Des: Mom? Do you love me even when I do bad things?
Me: Yes, I do! Heavenly Father does too! and I want to be like him and I will love you forever!
Des: Mom . . . I like you most when you do bad things too!
Me: . . .

During a pizza and rootbeer Saturday evening Des observed, “Soda makes my body a little bit not healthy – maybe this wasn’t a very good idea. . . [long pause] . . . more please mommy, more please!”

I’m so wakeful and sleepy!

I’m not going potty cause I don’t feel potty.

Mom, I’m gonna tell the whole world that you’re a good mom!

Zoe en Voice

No! don’t kiss me!

One morning while I was speaking with Nathan, Zoe began grabbing handfuls of Kleenex’s and wiping my arms and shoulders, “Sorry mommy,” then she turned to Nathan, “Cleaning mommy!” then after a few rounds of that I noticed that she was actually spitting on me then grabbing tissues to clean it up -- apparently just for fun.

Morning time!
Zoe
1-2-3-4-5!
Sorry Desi
Love you
Sorry mom
Bath, ok?!

One morning, on the way to the playground, Des got way ahead of us and entered before we did. When we passed through the gate a minute later, Zoe shouts out, “Desi Jones! Desi Jones! Desi Jones!”

Oliver
Porter
Natasha
Grandpa
Grandma
Heidi
Chris
Holly
Hailey
Gena
Ini
Leila
I kiss you
Boy
Friend
Jesus
Church
Coloring
My picture
I want some

Little Mother

Zoe's Birthday -- 2 years old

I sorted this out in my journal last week when reflecting on this babegirl in my life --

"My Zoe's bday . . . I love this little girl so much! Oh, I truly, truly delight in her little girl-ness. Surprised me greatly. . . Perhaps I can explain it this way: My delight in Des stems from the fact that he's my little child; the delight I have in Zoe stems from the fact that she's my little girl!"

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas
from my favorite little elves

Zoe en Voice

After sleeping in till 8:30 one morning, Zoe finally brings me my bra and says, “Ready!” as in get ready already! She then brings me my shirt “Shirt!” and then my pants, “Pants!” I got up.

Dance
No way!
Yep! (and pops her P!)
Please
Thank you
Love
More

Zoe put the phone down my shirt and said, “Pocket!”

Help
Book
Towel
Monkey
Yeah!
Milk
Fridge

Zoe: Pretty
Me: Who’s pretty?
Zoe: Heidi
Me: Yes, Heidi is pretty
Zoe: Pretty

Spoon
Soap
Hi batman!
Cute
Excuse me
Dinner
Lunch

“Here slippers” She brings them to me!

Frog cup
I’ll do it!
I get it!
Good
Elmo
Watch
School
Hi Pigeon!
Yucky
Treat
I don’t know

Happy Thanksgiving!

Native American Jones and Pilgrim Immigrant Jones

We're all ONE family

Birthday Boy!

Looking Back

{infant - 1yearold }

{One year and counting!}

{and on and on. . . }

until Desi turns FOUR years old today!

Receiving BIG BUCKS in his bday card!

Shopping spree at TOYS R US in Time Square

{Thanks G&G Jones}

Questionable cupcakes from Mom

{I didn't want cupcakes mom!}

Watching anime with Dad

Checking out new toys with mom.

Desi Candor

Is heaven in your belly?

Dad? Do you want to smell my feet?

I wanna turn on the light, please, for my conscience.

mmmm. . . that banana cheered me up!

My imaginary friends are gone now they went to go around the world to buy toys and treats and stuff.

It’s math-a-roni!

Jesus made me to like all kinds of colors -- Jesus make me that way.

I’m done! I don’t want this. I’m going to bed – maybe tomorrow you’ll make me a yummy dinner.

Des: Mom? Did you get mail today? A guy named Smithy-Howard was sending you a letter.
Me: Who’s Smithy-Howard?
Des: A boy who survived by bad guys.
Me: . . .

My penis is the tambourine and my bum is the drum. Lets rock-n-roll! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Des went apple-picking with his preschool class and I commented that I was sure the apple orchards were beautiful. He quickly corrected me, “They weren’t beautiful, they were hideous!”

Des: I have good news for you Zo. I’m gonna buy you a princess when I turn 4 years old!
Zo: Wow!

Why is Zoe crying so much? It’s hurting my ears. I wish I had ear muffs. Can I get ear muffs when I’m 4 years old?

I want to hug you in your hug.

Des: When am I gonna have a baby boy?
Me: Are you pretending?
Des: No. When I grow up and get married I will have a baby. I want a baby boy – I will name him Thom after my friend Thomas. I love him when he’s all snotty!

“You’ll miss all the fun!” Des declared as he headed to the bathroom to go potty.

I want to grow up to be like dad so he’ll know I like pina coladas, hot sauce and lumberjacks.

I like my bum. Do you like my bum?

It’s math-a-roni! My imaginary friend was talking in my ear and said, “Can I have you math-a-roni?”

More Pics

These are all the pics I've gathered from DPJ's apple picking preschool field trip.

Weekend in the Country

Sometimes it's nice when friends move out of the city but still stay within reach. Visiting our friends, the Blosils, is a citydwellers dream: to escape for a weekend and enjoy another side of New York.

They live in their builded house with their 3 daughters and new son. They are excellent cooks, fairly expert Tivo-ists (we're usually subjected to their saved favorites), and they enjoy sparing politics into the late hours.

We usually try to go to a Farmers Market when we visit this time of year.

Nate got into the spirit of things.

Des overcome with all the pumpkins -- it's a carvers canvas!

Nate single-handedly managing all the babes (I was weilding the camera, Magda was with sleeping babe-in-car, and Kent? Kent? Oh, yeah, on the phone talking sports with his bro)

Hello Zoe!

The three cute Blosil girls, Gabriella, Sophia and Natalia.

Carving a pumpkin with Kent.

Baby James