Thursday, October 8, 2009
The Big Day
I thought this was a good picture of me, my mom, brother and sister when she had her baby. I haven't posted for a long time, so I have some catching up to do!
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Sunday, July 13-
Oh the life of two year olds.....
*We were sitting in sacrament meeting today and I had Drew on my lap. He moved around and lifted up his butt and tooted. Then he YELLS OUT LOUD, "Mom, I farted on you!" Needless to say, he is learning a choice vocabulary at our house and everyone in our ward now knows about it.
*Today Drew asked if he could have a juice box. I said no. He asked again, I said no, and so on. (He already had too many). Then he asked again and I told him they were all gone.
Five minutes later he says, 'Mom, can I have a juice BAG?" If you didn't guess, he wanted a capri-sun. I just thought the term "juice bag" was hilarious. I proceeded to tell him he already had one- his diaper was a juice bag.
*All of a sudden this afternoon, I hear Drew out on our front porch screaming bloody murder and ringing the doorbell. I run up there frantic and let him in. I ask him what is wrong and he is looking out on the porch like he is scared and ready to bolt into the kitchen at any given moment. I keep asking what he is crying about and he finally says to me, "There's some dangerous monsters out there". I'm glad he warned me. I was worried. Where does he come up with this stuff?
* The other day we went to Arby's. In the kids meal was a little telescope that you look into but it shows you what is next to you, not what's in front of you. Dallin looks in it and says to me, "Mom, I could take this out on a date with me and check out some hot chicks and my date would think I was looking at her!" What? HOT CHICKS? DATE? He's 6! And what a little weasel wanting to check out other "chicks" anyway!
Oh the life of two year olds.....
*We were sitting in sacrament meeting today and I had Drew on my lap. He moved around and lifted up his butt and tooted. Then he YELLS OUT LOUD, "Mom, I farted on you!" Needless to say, he is learning a choice vocabulary at our house and everyone in our ward now knows about it.
*Today Drew asked if he could have a juice box. I said no. He asked again, I said no, and so on. (He already had too many). Then he asked again and I told him they were all gone.
Five minutes later he says, 'Mom, can I have a juice BAG?" If you didn't guess, he wanted a capri-sun. I just thought the term "juice bag" was hilarious. I proceeded to tell him he already had one- his diaper was a juice bag.
*All of a sudden this afternoon, I hear Drew out on our front porch screaming bloody murder and ringing the doorbell. I run up there frantic and let him in. I ask him what is wrong and he is looking out on the porch like he is scared and ready to bolt into the kitchen at any given moment. I keep asking what he is crying about and he finally says to me, "There's some dangerous monsters out there". I'm glad he warned me. I was worried. Where does he come up with this stuff?
* The other day we went to Arby's. In the kids meal was a little telescope that you look into but it shows you what is next to you, not what's in front of you. Dallin looks in it and says to me, "Mom, I could take this out on a date with me and check out some hot chicks and my date would think I was looking at her!" What? HOT CHICKS? DATE? He's 6! And what a little weasel wanting to check out other "chicks" anyway!
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2 comments:
oh man! this one is even worse!! turrible turrible
No way, it's great! You just had a BABY you nut!
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