Stuff Brock Says #2

My goodness. Has it really been five months since a post full of Brock sayings? Well it certainly isn't Brock's fault. He's still saying crazy new things every day. I could complain that each day he leaves me with less free time and more to do with it, and that the ever-growing backlog of cuteness is a self-perpetuating blockade both loved and hated by my inner procrastinator. But you didn't come here to read about me. Let's get to the Brock! Here's a bunch of random photos, with a few of Brock's greatest hits. I feel like there's so much Brock awesomeness these days that most of it vanishes into the ether. Here are the bits we caught...

5/26: On this day, Brock and I were imagining that there were different colored mushrooms flying around his room. We would point them out and yell out their colors as we saw them, hoping to see one of each color. No duplicates. 

Brock: A blue one!

Me: Awesome!

B: And a yellow one, and an orange one, and... um...

M: A pink one?

B: I already said that. (he hadn't)

M: Did you?

B: *turns aside and covers his mouth* A pink one. *turns back to me* Yes, I already said that.

This imagination session continued to get sillier and sillier as Brock narrated the mushrooms flying around us. Then, out of nowhere it took an even stranger turn,

B: And then your pants came off. And they flew up into the sky. And built a cocoon. And when they came out they were dashi dog. Your pants turned into dashi!

 6/2: Brock frequently asks us, "what is he/she/they/it/xi saying?" whenever we play with toys or eat food. It's one of his go to catch phrases for keeping a conversation going. It's basically, "hey daddy/mommy, make my toys/food talk now." This day I had been making all of his pink goldfish crackers talk to him as he ate them. Then he finished them.

B: What are they saying now?

M: They're saying "I like being in Brock's tummy because I like Brock." 

B: I love you too goldfish....You're going to make my poop all pink!!

In Brock's favorite show, the Octonauts, the characters explore the ocean in a bunch of different submersibles that are lettered Gup-A through Gup-E and beyond. Brock was correcting my pronunciation of Gup-A, and I was at a total loss to hear his point. It quickly devolved into a bad comedy sketch about foreigners. 

B: It's "Gup-A!"

M: Gup-A?

B: No! It's "Gup-A!"

M: Gup-A?

B: No!! Gup-A!!!

M: Brock, I'm sorry, but I really can't tell the difference between "Gup-A" and "Gup-A."

B: That's okay daddy. I just speak better than you.   

6/22: This day of imagination play involved playing "crayon factory" in the fire-escape stairwell. Daddy was tasked with turning the crank that filled the crayon mold (the crank on my bicycle), while Brock ran up and down the stairs to get different colors of wax. When Brock told me we'd run out of a color, I decide to see how well he remembered his color mixing book. 

M: Can you bring down some purple wax?

B: We're all out of purple wax.

M: I have an idea Brock. Could you bring down two other colors of wax that we could mix together into purple wax?

B: YES!! *after a short pause, Brock comes down the stairs and excitedly waves both hands in the air*  I brought a red whack and a blue whack!

Brock nailed his color-mixing and forever removed my ability to hear the word "wax." It's all whacks to me now. Gotta love a fresh brain.  

6/23: 

B: Murray has to go potty, but Murray doesn't have a penis or anything.

M: Well, can Murray pee out of his tail maybe?

B: No. He no penis or butt so I don't know what he can do. 

7/13: We're driving home when Brock starts screaming...

B: Poop! Pooooooooop!!! I have to POOP!!!

(We'd just started potty training. No diaper in a car was a new and terrifying proposition.) 

M: Brock please hold it in.

*I hear some wriggling and struggling from the back seat*

B: But I can't reach my butt!

(He'd gotten his hand pretty far back there. Don't worry. We made it.)

7/19:

M: You are adorable.

B: Yes I am!

7/20:

B: This carrot isn't ready to eat.

M: How will we know when it's ready?

B: It's eleven years away. Then it will be ready to eat. 

7/26: Our car had been at the body shop getting a bumper repaired. Brock and I had pickup duty. Brock had a lot of questions and I explained that the body shop was basically a car doctor where cars that had bad booboos went to get fixed. He liked the doctor analogy, but as we waited and waited and waited the similarities cut too deep. Luckily, I'd brought a secret weapon to please him: a lollipop. As I handed to him he laughed heartily. 

B: That's funny.

M: Why is that funny?

B: We use lollipops for waiting at the doctor that looks at mommy's jayjay.

Everyone in the waiting room enjoyed that one. 

7/30: Brock was running his ice cream truck, and I was tasked with ordering ice cream for his many animal customers. He "ran out of ice cream" almost immediately but was pretty insistent that I keep ordering.

M: Do you have any waffle cones?

B: We don't have waffle cones. I forgot them at the store. 

M: Well what do you have?

B: We don't have any snacks. It's a disaster. 

8/3: One of Brock's go-to toys is a gear set from his grandparents. He loves connecting and spinning all the gears. This day he was super excited to show us his gear creating. 

B: Look Look!

Holly: What is it?

B: It's a cow cutter-upper. 

H: How does it work?

B: You put the cow in here, and turn the crank, and it cuts it all up.

Okay, I'm calling it! You're tired of reading. I'm tired of typing. But I promise that Stuff Brock Says #2.1 (Aug-???) will arrive without nearly the same delay.