Monday, June 23, 2008

Different Definition of "Amazing"

M: We saw Holly poop today. [Note: Holly is the next-door-neighbor's dog.]

Me: Okaaaaaay.

M: Well, that was pretty interesting.

Me: Why? It's just a dog pooping. Haven't you ever seen that before?

M: Mom, it's pretty amazing. Because dogs don't use the toilet when they poop.


Make of this what you will....

Friday, June 20, 2008

Unfortunately, this is the second consecutive day I've been subjected to this stunning new look



Now you've been subjected to it too.

A Bunch of Rotten Ingrates

Yesterday, I took the big kids out for the day. Left the babies with my cousin. We drove down to Union Station, explored the station a bit, watched some trains, walked the pedestrian bridge over the tracks to the Crossroads District for a little while, went back to the station and had milkshakes at the counter of the Harvey House diner and then went to see a play (Tom Sawyer).

After the play, we walked through the elevated walkway that connects the station to the Westin and to the Crown Center shops. We had lunch at Fritz's, the railroad restaurant, and then visited the kid exhibit Moneyville. We capped off our day when I let them run (fully clothed) through the fountains outside. It was just the most awesome day.

We came home and had dinner. Then the big kids headed to swim lessons with J. They returned a short while later because swim lessons were canceled due to lightening. Instead, they drove through Dairy Queen and got milk shakes.

So, when I put them to bed, I told them I had a great day with them and I asked them what their favorite part of the day was. Each of them, separately, gave me the same answer.

"Getting milk shakes with dad instead of swim lessons." Rotten little weasels... *




* Tongue firmly in cheek for those readers who don't know me... :)

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

More Phonetic Spelling

Me: Whatcha doin'?

M: I'm just adding the Jonas Brothers to my notebook*.

Me: Cool. (?)




The caption says: "VA JONIS BAVRS" (or "The Jonas Brothers" , duh.)



*"High School Musical" notebook she had to have at Target about a month ago. Not really sure what all she writes in there...

When I Grow Up...

G: When I grow up, I want to be a musketeer.

Me: What does a musketeer do?

G: Fights evil, uses a sword, plays funny tricks on evil guys.

M (my nervous nellie child): Ooooh, I don't know about that. Swords are pretty dangerous. Why don't you just be a firefighter?

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

My Girl



M is playing softball for the first time this year. It's just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. Pink bats, black and pink gloves, stirrup socks, cleats with pink laces, batting helmets with holes in the back for ponytails. There's always been a little "boy" in my girl. She loves, loves, loves her dresses and stuffed animals. She loves, loves, loves Disney princesses and makeup. And she loves fart jokes and burps. And she looks totally awesome in sports gear. It's really cool.




I received this gorgeous bouquet this afternoon from M. She picked and arranged it herself. You can't see that the long piece of grass on the right still has roots attached. And she put it all in a lovely plastic beer pitcher stolen from a bar in Knoxville's Old City in 1994 (or was it '95 - it's all so fuzzy now). Then she placed it in the center of the kitchen table. It completes the room, I think.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Happy Blog-versary to Me!

It has been one year since I decided to write this blog about my four funny kids! Thank you to everyone who reads. I hope you find my babies as funny as I do.

Today's moment:

G played the first baseball game of the season this afternoon. He was quite pleased with his new moisture-wicking undershirt and socks. Underneath the 100% polyester shirt and pants, I'm sure these probably helped. Anyway, after he was dressed in his uniform, he told me that he was so glad that I bought these for him because he was "protected from sweat-ness."

And then, after the game, he showed my mother how his cup works. He knocked on his crotch, then pulled the cup out of his pants to show her. When I told him that she probably didn't need to hold it, he promptly put it over his nose like a mask and left the room. Mmmmmmmmm. Nice.