So I’m gonna try something.
I’m not usually good at consistency, but we’ll see.
I’ve got some funny people around me. The people I talk to every day say some really funny things, whether they know it or not. And I’ve started taking note. If you are a truly faithful blog follower, you will remember when I used to record some conversations between Kyle and I. I’ve tried to pick that back up again. Only now I have this awesome little three year old that I can also document. And anyone else who makes me laugh out loud with their words in a week – you’re gonna get a spot on my new tradition… Friday Funnies: A recap of a week full of laughing.
Kyle: Isn’t your mom scared of bridges?
Me: She’s scared of heights. I think she’d be fine with bridges if they were on the ground.
Kyle: Isn’t that a road.
You guys, he’s so wise.
Leah: This is my tote bag, mom. Can you say t-o-t-e- b-a-g-.
Me: Tote bag.
Leah: There ya go! Good job, mommy!
It’s a strange phenomenon hearing yourself through your kid’s voice.
Knowing that Leah’s favorite thing to do is getting water out of the dispenser on the fridge:
Me: Leah, would you like to get mommy some more water?
Leah: Who, me?
Me: Ya! Could you get me some water?
Leah: Sure! Then takes a few steps, stops, and turns around, Could you say please?
Non stop negotiating to get this suitcase. She almost broke me, but I won.
Leah: Okay, mommy. I’m gonna leave it riiiiiight herrrre and then it will be ready to take to the airport.
Like I said, I won. For the day. Wonder what the odds are that she has that suitcase when we leave?
My sister: She’s one of those supermoms who does crafts and takes her kids to the park.
(My sister is a closet funny person, she’ll probably be featured a lot).
Me: Leah, do you want eggs, oatmeal, or PBJ?
Leah: I don’t know, just make me somethin!
I come into the kitchen huffing and puffing and whining about the struggle of trying to get a three year old out the door.
Kyle: Are you okay?
Me: I’m just frustrated, Leah’s driving me nuts.
Kyle: Well that’s what kids do. They’re big pains-in-butts.
I had just given Duncan the “go to your bed command” while the girls and I ate breakfast.
Leah: Why does Dunkie have to go to his bed, mommy?
Me: Because Quinnie keeps feeding him.
Leah: Because Quinnie keeps beating him?
God love her. She can’t hear a darn thing.
Playing a game with Leah where she has to put the layers of a cupcake together. I start rushing her because she is dragggging.
Me: Leah, c’mon, put your cupcake together.
Leah: Allllright, why you fweakin out all da time?
Thankful for her father’s contribution to parenting. He coined the phrase “freaking out” whenever I’m on him to do something.
I don’t even know what was happening here, but she was watching TV and eating. Like this. For several minutes.
Hope you had a good week.