Archive for the ‘Cute’ Category
I’ve not really felt in the mood to blog in the past week or so, but I know I need to keep up with it. So, I went through some of my older drafts to see if there was anything I wanted to go ahead and publish and came across this one. I have been adding to it over the past few months, so it’s not too old. Some of the recent silly things my daughter has said:
- “Is a Synagog a cigarette?”
- “I like that shirt best, Mom. It hides your chubbies.”
- “Are you prayin’ to the Lord?” (Who else would I be praying to?)
- “Mom, by the time I get in 7th grade, I will have big bajongas!” (said while pointing to her chest)
- “Mom, grandma has bingo arms” When asked what bingo arms were…she said “hanging flappy skin that flaps…like an old woman yelling ‘BINGO while waving her flappy arm!”
- “He kicked me right in the bread basket of my butt!”
- “When I’m sad, I think of babies with mustaches”
- “Mom, can I get on the computer? Mom? Hello! Can I get on the computer? ‘Mmmmm’ is not an answer!”
- “Dad, you’re making me not blink. When you make an ADHD kid lose focus, they stop blinking.”
- ”Her dad bounces in a club? Like a ball? Bouncing up and down? That’s dumb.”
- “Sweet nibblets!!!” (said as you would say “Holy Cow!”)
- “The other day at school, I thought my ear was ringing…but when I turned around I saw that it was my teacher’s cell phone. She’s, like, 70.”
Isn’t she a nut? I’ve no idea where she gets this stuff, but it keeps us laughing!
Sisters have a special bond that I sometimes envy (while I love my three brothers, I have always wanted a sister). Our youngest daughter has always looked up to her big sister. And even at 17 years old, Allie still loves spending time with her baby sister. I love seeing them together acting silly.
A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life. ~Isadora James
My daughter believes in “the leash”.
At Food City the other day, we witnessed three rowdy young kids giving mom and dad a hard time in the parking lot (and that’s being kind). The youngest boy, who was probably around two years old, took off across the parking lot and almost got hit by a car. While the mom and dad just stood there watching, their tween girl ran to grab him. I’m all like, “Oh my God!”, Rick is standing with his mouth agape, and Faith yells out, “PUT A LEASH ON THAT KID!”
What makes this really funny (her reaction, not that the toddler almost got ran over), is that Faith had told me earlier that day, after seeing a dad with a leashed kid, that she thought leashing a kid was mean. I informed her that she may change her mind when she had a kid or two that was just like her (yes, I did place that curse on her, just as my mom did me). Then this happens! I have to agree…leash the kid! I am proud to say that I put a leash on both my kids when they were little and they are still alive and well, and…they don’t remember being leashed.
Once I saw the child was safe…I couldn’t help but laugh at Faith and her unfiltered mouth! Yes, that is my child.
What do you think? Did/do you put a leash on your toddler? Do you view leashing a child as just another safety measure or do you feel it is wrong?