Occasionally Kevin says incredibly prescient things, which is one of the reasons we keep him around.


"You know what the best thing about bagels is? There's never any endpieces!"

I got new furniture.

Kevin examined the new bed for quite some time.

"There's only 4 bars for support? But how will the bed ever survive Carrie?"

C: When do you think Kevin'll be one of those stereotypical grown up sons? Like mowing the lawn and stuff like that?

M: ...He called me today. "Mommy, mommy, there's a bee in the house and I'm so scared!" I think we have a long way to go.

I just taught Kevs to use chapstick.

Shakespeare, watch out. There's a new soliloquizer in town.

[delivered over a period of about five minutes. Insert hearty, pregnant pauses between sentences for the full effect]

"Mmm. This food is good... Good food... Hey, that rhymes!... Carrie, you're fat... You're... Fat... No, doesn't rhyme.... Your fart. Your...Fart...No, still doesn't rhyme."

Whenever Kevin irritates me, I tell him about a really cool memory. Like the time we went to Cedar Point. Or New York. Or Niagara Falls. And I ask him whether he remembers it at all.

And he always says, "Yeah! Yeah! That was so much fun!"

Then, I tell him that he didn't exist at the time.

New Years Resolutions for 2010:

Dad: I resolve to have more children.
Carrie and Kevin: WHAAAT.
Kevin: Uh, no. No more children. I refuse.
Carrie: Yeah, that's what I said too, eleven years ago ...