Saturday Funnies

On our way to Ohio for a family reunion, I tell the girls that I don't think their cousin Cole will want to play babies..
Paige: Cole can be the dad.
Brooklyn: Cole doesn't like to be the dad.
Paige: Yeah, he likes to be the dog.
Brooklyn: Well, he's not a very good dog.

Brooklyn wants Paige to read her a story on our way home from Ohio.
Brooklyn: Please will you read me The Magic School bus?
Paige: No, it's too long.
Brooklyn: Fine then. Just read me the New Testament.

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They Speak

I have a friend who does a weekly post of the crazy things her kids say. While I am not committing to do this on a regular basis, my little's have had quite a few good ones lately. Maybe this will add a little sunshine to a rainy day. Me: Are you excited to go to the beach next week? Brooklyn: No. Me: Why not? Brooklyn: The crabs. (Leaving the park in a rush after it started raining) Paige: Mom, is it hard to take care of three kids? Me: Why? Does it look hard? Paige: No. Emerson: Me a boy. Me: What is mommy? Emerson: Mommy a girl. Me: What is Daddy? Emerson: Daddy a monkey! (Brooklyn was watching me clean out the seeds of a cantaloupe) Brooklyn: Ew! That is a gross job! Will I have to do that when I'm a mom? If she only knew the grossness that lay ahead!

Mama's Sick

That's right, you heard it here first. This mama's SICK! I have fought off the runny nose-sore throat-head in a vice germs for months on end, but at last I have succumb. Of course this misfortune must come on the same day as Ohio State's Bowl Game. Try as he might, my dear husband has zero ability to hear ANYTHING that is happening when a football game is on. Trust me. I banged quite a few dishes around in the kitchen. I even sighed loudly as I carried laundry in to fold. Still...nothing. He really does mean well. He attempted to help with bedtime, but all three of those ankle bitters insisted on "mommy" putting them to bed. He told me to go to bed as soon as he got home, but really ? Can you imagine what the house would look like by morning??? I could have asked for help. I should have asked. Isn't that what my mother has been hammering into my head for the past 9 years? "He doesn't see...

So Many Thoughts....

I'm not sure if I should laugh, cry, call a counselor, or buy another parenting book.

This Piece of Time

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