After picking the kids up from daycare and bringing them home for a piano lesson for one of them... I had the 3 year old to entertain by myself. We made some dinner together and we went outside to ride bikes, all that fun stuff.
We're sitting at the table waiting on the 7 year old to finish her dinner... the 3 year old picks up a play phone from the play room and this is what I hear:
"brrrring-aling-aling (yes, she actually made that sound)
Hi Brantley! How are you?!
Yes, this phone is fake. hah hah ha [one of those 'posh' chuckles]
oh really??? That's awesome!
Are you my boyfriend?
Do you think I'm cuuute?"
Hahaha I was CRACKING up! She talked to her neighbor, her boyfriend, little red riding hood, and Hannah Montana.
Oh... and the Jonas Brothers, too. Haha!
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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Crazy Tuesday
Ah, Monday was crazy... but Tuesday has been a bit crazier.
Meetings all day, a really late lunch, picking up kids from daycare and babysitting them until 11pm, etc etc.
Some funny stories for ya though. I think I laughed for about 20 minutes.
I went to pick up the 7 year old from school... and coming down the stairs extremely carefully, she's carrying a small round container telling me that she's not able to hurry because there are holes in the top of her container and "there's something live in there." I start to get the full scoup even before we've exited the building.
Apparently there are way too many ladybugs dying and she and her friends have decided to make flyers to stop killing the ladybugs. They're going to post these flyers around each of their neighborhoods to let people know that ladybugs are nice and shouldn't be killed.
Hrm. oooookay....
On the way home (a traffic-filled 30 minute drive for 7 or 8 miles) she falls asleep holding her precious ladybug (officially named 'lady') in her lap. Upon arriving home, the interior lights in the car come on and she awakens, takes a few seconds to realize what's going on, and then says,
"Woah. She's not killed."
I about died laughing. It was THE most hilarious thing I'd heard in a while. She kept asking me what I was laughing about and why I was laughing at her. I tried to explain (in some 7-year-old way) that I was laughing at the situation, not her. haha.
And the 3 year old... the letter of the day was "J". How lovely.
Flash forward a few hours... I open the door to enter my house to a smokey smell. Later, I find out my roommate almost burned the house down because he forgot about some macaroni while he was on the phone with his mother. The only thing that reminded him was the fire alarm going off. This makes me nervous.
:)
Meetings all day, a really late lunch, picking up kids from daycare and babysitting them until 11pm, etc etc.
Some funny stories for ya though. I think I laughed for about 20 minutes.
I went to pick up the 7 year old from school... and coming down the stairs extremely carefully, she's carrying a small round container telling me that she's not able to hurry because there are holes in the top of her container and "there's something live in there." I start to get the full scoup even before we've exited the building.
Apparently there are way too many ladybugs dying and she and her friends have decided to make flyers to stop killing the ladybugs. They're going to post these flyers around each of their neighborhoods to let people know that ladybugs are nice and shouldn't be killed.
Hrm. oooookay....
On the way home (a traffic-filled 30 minute drive for 7 or 8 miles) she falls asleep holding her precious ladybug (officially named 'lady') in her lap. Upon arriving home, the interior lights in the car come on and she awakens, takes a few seconds to realize what's going on, and then says,
"Woah. She's not killed."
I about died laughing. It was THE most hilarious thing I'd heard in a while. She kept asking me what I was laughing about and why I was laughing at her. I tried to explain (in some 7-year-old way) that I was laughing at the situation, not her. haha.
And the 3 year old... the letter of the day was "J". How lovely.
Flash forward a few hours... I open the door to enter my house to a smokey smell. Later, I find out my roommate almost burned the house down because he forgot about some macaroni while he was on the phone with his mother. The only thing that reminded him was the fire alarm going off. This makes me nervous.
:)
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Let's make a deal!
"OK Miss America, here's the deal," the 3 year old says as I sit her in front of her dinner, "You go make macaroni and cheese for me. Bring it to me. And I will sit here and eat it. That's a good deal."
Barely containing my laughter, I respond, "How about this deal... You eat your dinner and if you're still hungry after dinner, you can have macaroni and cheese. Now that's a really good deal?"
I've been a babysitter for the best of them. Been with their family since before she was a concept and her 7 year old sister was her age. I know their temperment quite well by now. This interaction was one of about twelve that it took to complete the meal comprised of hot dogs on a plain bagel (they thought that was really cool) and some fruit.
This 'deal' was one of many that made up the twelve interactions:
-"I've gotta fix my towel" (which requires getting down from the seat to fix the cover on her chair so I have to lift her up again)
-"OH! Look at that tea set" (as she's walking towards it... which requires hoisting back up again.)
-"I want some more of my birthday cake! My birthday is tomorrow! My mom and dad told me!!" (correction... it was last Saturday; however 'Birthday girl' seems to last a little while around here)Apparently there's "no more room" for real food, but tons of room for birthday cake.
-"I need to play with my new game!" (the lifting back onto the chair continues.)
Dinner lasted almost an hour.
They'll say and do any cute little thing to move away from the dinner table. Everything is so important right then, they'll even try to make a deal!
[PS - She really does call me Miss America ;)]
Barely containing my laughter, I respond, "How about this deal... You eat your dinner and if you're still hungry after dinner, you can have macaroni and cheese. Now that's a really good deal?"
I've been a babysitter for the best of them. Been with their family since before she was a concept and her 7 year old sister was her age. I know their temperment quite well by now. This interaction was one of about twelve that it took to complete the meal comprised of hot dogs on a plain bagel (they thought that was really cool) and some fruit.
This 'deal' was one of many that made up the twelve interactions:
-"I've gotta fix my towel" (which requires getting down from the seat to fix the cover on her chair so I have to lift her up again)
-"OH! Look at that tea set" (as she's walking towards it... which requires hoisting back up again.)
-"I want some more of my birthday cake! My birthday is tomorrow! My mom and dad told me!!" (correction... it was last Saturday; however 'Birthday girl' seems to last a little while around here)Apparently there's "no more room" for real food, but tons of room for birthday cake.
-"I need to play with my new game!" (the lifting back onto the chair continues.)
Dinner lasted almost an hour.
They'll say and do any cute little thing to move away from the dinner table. Everything is so important right then, they'll even try to make a deal!
[PS - She really does call me Miss America ;)]
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