And those people are the short ones who live in this house.
Johnny has been engaged in his usual antics of cracking me up, so I thought I'd share some of his latest.
On Monday, we were upstairs in the kids' room so I could fold some laundry. Their room is the warmest place in the house and also the only room besides the bathrooms with a door, so we head up there on cold days, or if I need a little break because I can sit on the floor and zone out while Maureen crawls around in a small, safe environment. Johnny's latest habit is entering the room, proclaiming, "It's warm in here, I don't need clothes!" and taking off all his clothes. Then he proceeds to go about his business, be it reading books or jumping on the bed, naked as a jaybird. However, on Monday, he learned that All Naked All The Time has some significant drawbacks. I popped out into the hallway to throw a load of wet clothes into the dryer and the cat went into the bedroom when I opened the door. Johnny was sitting on the floor playing with some tractors. A couple of minutes later, I heard him say, "Nononononono! NONONONONONONONONO, Jameson! DON'T step on my PENIS!"
Good thing Jameson is declawed, huh?
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This morning, I woke up feeling groggy and slow, so I haven't thrown off the effects of my migraine medication yet. Plus, I was upset with myself because I put the stroller (the single, not the double wide) out on the back patio so I could sweep and mop the floor yesterday and then forgot to bring it in. It's pouring today, the stroller is wetter than wet, and I can't believe I forgot to bring it in.
In an effort to perk myself up, I plugged my iPod into our stereo and cranked up some tunes. It worked a little, because I felt a little more energetic. Johnny liked it too, and as usual, he absorbed more than I thought he was. He wanted some milk and I told him he could have some as soon as I finished straightening the couch cushions. I guess I wasn't moving fast enough because he said, "Come ON, Mom! Busta move!"
Thankfully, most of the music I have on my iPod are either clean songs or the non-explicit version. I do have a non-bleeped Rage Against The Machine song though, so I'll have to be vigilant to make sure he doesn't hear it. The F-bomb is *so* not cute coming out of the mouth of a three-year-old.
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Maureen has been babbling up a storm, and while most of the time she sounds like she is speaking a foreign language, words are starting to emerge here and there. I have to assume that when she says, "J-J-thon," when the cat walks by that she is saying his name, and if she's holding a toy John Deere and says "trocker" she's saying "tractor," right? We've got a phrase too. Ask her how big she is and she'll hold her arms in the air and say, "Sis bug!"
Johnny has been engaged in his usual antics of cracking me up, so I thought I'd share some of his latest.
On Monday, we were upstairs in the kids' room so I could fold some laundry. Their room is the warmest place in the house and also the only room besides the bathrooms with a door, so we head up there on cold days, or if I need a little break because I can sit on the floor and zone out while Maureen crawls around in a small, safe environment. Johnny's latest habit is entering the room, proclaiming, "It's warm in here, I don't need clothes!" and taking off all his clothes. Then he proceeds to go about his business, be it reading books or jumping on the bed, naked as a jaybird. However, on Monday, he learned that All Naked All The Time has some significant drawbacks. I popped out into the hallway to throw a load of wet clothes into the dryer and the cat went into the bedroom when I opened the door. Johnny was sitting on the floor playing with some tractors. A couple of minutes later, I heard him say, "Nononononono! NONONONONONONONONO, Jameson! DON'T step on my PENIS!"
Good thing Jameson is declawed, huh?
*****
This morning, I woke up feeling groggy and slow, so I haven't thrown off the effects of my migraine medication yet. Plus, I was upset with myself because I put the stroller (the single, not the double wide) out on the back patio so I could sweep and mop the floor yesterday and then forgot to bring it in. It's pouring today, the stroller is wetter than wet, and I can't believe I forgot to bring it in.
In an effort to perk myself up, I plugged my iPod into our stereo and cranked up some tunes. It worked a little, because I felt a little more energetic. Johnny liked it too, and as usual, he absorbed more than I thought he was. He wanted some milk and I told him he could have some as soon as I finished straightening the couch cushions. I guess I wasn't moving fast enough because he said, "Come ON, Mom! Busta move!"
Thankfully, most of the music I have on my iPod are either clean songs or the non-explicit version. I do have a non-bleeped Rage Against The Machine song though, so I'll have to be vigilant to make sure he doesn't hear it. The F-bomb is *so* not cute coming out of the mouth of a three-year-old.
*****
Maureen has been babbling up a storm, and while most of the time she sounds like she is speaking a foreign language, words are starting to emerge here and there. I have to assume that when she says, "J-J-thon," when the cat walks by that she is saying his name, and if she's holding a toy John Deere and says "trocker" she's saying "tractor," right? We've got a phrase too. Ask her how big she is and she'll hold her arms in the air and say, "Sis bug!"
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You've got some darn cute kids!!!
Nothing like hearing a little one swear. While we were waiting for the bus in Disney, Tim uttered a certain 4-letter word beginning with S and Collin overheard it and began screaming it at the top of his lungs. (Did I mention it was a crowded bus stop?) After much shushing he finally stopped but then he started pointing at my chest and saying "boobie". My mother just looked at me and asked "what are you teaching your kids!" I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I'm hoping that it's a word he kind of forgets about since he doesn't hear it too often, but I'm sure he'll embarass me again with it.
That is one of the funniest stories I've heard in a while!!! I laughed out loud and Ken turned to look at me and ask what was so funny!!!
Trent loves to talk about his penis too- it's really kind of funny. When we get him changed and dressed in the morning, as soon as you pull up his pants you hear, "Bye penis! Bye knees!". It cracks me up!
He also utters the f*bomb a lot but unfortunately, he's TRYING to say truck. He really lets it loose when there are lots of little old ladies around! :)
Ha ha ha. What cuties. Sorry to hear you are still having a lot of migraines. Did you get my message the other day?
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