Brief convo.

A brief conversation about Daddy's new tattoo.

Daddy to Myla - See Arlo's name, I have you and Mommy too.

Myla to Daddy -Where is your "Daddy" tattoo??? You forgot about "Daddy", Daddy...tehehehe.


Submitted by Jodi at Limber as Life.

At least I wasn't driving.. I would have crashed!

My 3 year old daughter is going to the Montessori school and they have all these cool gadgets and gizmos and puzzles and books and awesome learning toys - and as per usual - I asked Torrae what she did in school today...she was really struggling to come up with the right word to describe the thing she had been playing with. She was making this horrible frustrated face and moving her hands in little circles and motioning to try to encourage me to guess what it was she was trying to say.

After a few seconds she stopped and instead of a furrowed frustrated brow, she opened her eyes real wide, smiled a huge smile and said matter of factly "Matthew and I screwed!"

At least I wasnt driving this time. I would have crashed! It was hilarious - mostly because my first thought was - man...Im so glad shes not 15 right now...it would be a whole different meaning.

(they had a little tool shop area where they could use screw drivers and screw bolts into wood and take them out again...*WHEW*)

Submitted by Jen Owen at Jen Martin Studios.

Monday it is...

One day my 3-yr-old daughter says out of the blue as I walk past her...

"I can't wait to be older and have a big butt like you and daddy!"

I texed my husband what she had said, and he texed back "Monday it is..." (to start working out.)

Posted by Anonymous. :)

You are my bestest friend.

Today my 4 year old son, Drew told me that he wanted to go to College.

"Well, one day you will be able to go to College, Drew," I told him.

"I want to go to College with you, Mommy, because you are my bestest friend."

"Okay honey," I told him. "I will remind you when you are 18 that you want to go College with me."

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Janna @ Janana Bee

www.jannabee2.blogspot.com

The kid dropped a load on me.

I have mentioned before that after bath time the G-man enjoys streaking. There is nothing the boy likes better than sprinting up and down the hallway buck naked, squealing in delight and tacking mommy or daddy when he gets to the end of the hallway. I of course have realized that this probably is not the best idea. I was aware of the risks involved in allowing an 18 month old to streak. But he gets such joy out of it that we have allowed him to spend a few minutes streaking in the evening after getting out of the bath. Plus, it really wears him out and he is ready for bed when he is done!

So, last night after his bath, before diapering and jammies he was spending a few minutes running the hallway, letting it all hang out. Andy was in G-man's room and I was at the other end of the hallway, so he made about 10 trips back and forth down the hallway between us. He also decided to drag his giant 6 foot stuffed snake along with him. On occasion it caused him to trip, but he handled it well. He realizes that is one of the risks associated with streaking with a giant snake.

Anyway, it was getting close to bedtime. He was getting ready to make a final streak down the hallway to daddy. He had to step over my leg. All of a sudden, as he was straddling my leg, he got a bit of a puzzled look on his face. Looking back, it may have been a look of concentration. Anyway, it was at that moment that he let loose! THE KID DROPPED A LOAD ON ME!!! Now, when I say load, I am not referring to a small turn, this was a HUGE poop! Like adult size!

I screamed! I didn't mean to, but it was like seeing a bat flying around my house, it scared the poop out of me (not literally, thank God, I already had enough of a mess to clean up). So, I am covered in poop, as is the snake, screaming "He's pooping on me, he's pooping on me!!!". And do you know what Andy did? He laughed! He thought it was the funniest thing ever that I had been soiled! I was not pleased! Poor little G-man seemed to feel bad about dropping a load on me and he started crying. I'm sure my scream didn't help with that.

So, Andy took the G-man to get cleaned up and put on a much needed diaper. I changed my clothes and put the poor snake in the wash. The G-man wanted to give me hugs after the incident. He must have felt bad! So, that is my story!
Moral: just because streaking is fun doesn't mean you should let your kid do it!

Submitted by Abby at Me and My Boys.

You're really old mom.

Conversation with the 11 year old who has an obsession as of late with
wars and the military...

Arryn: Mom who all do you know that served in Desert Storm?

Me: Well Papap did, he went to Kuwait, and Catherine's Dad went to
Germany to help out there.

Arryn: Well who do you know other than them that went over there?

Me: Well that is about it, dad's friend Doug I think may have went.

Arryn: Did any of your friends go?

Me: Well no Arryn.

Arryn: But I thought you had friends who were in the military, didn't
they go over?

Me: Arryn, Desert Storm was in 1990/1991 I was in the 8th grade during
Desert Storm and so were most of my friends who are in the military.

Arryn: Oh, wow you're really old mom.



Um yea that's all I needed to hear into my 32nd year of life.

I am thinking of the line from Deanna Carter's song Strawberry Wine,
which came out around the time I was 19 or so, it goes....

"I still remember, when thirty was old."

I clearly remember thinking at the time, yep I don't want to think
about when I will be 30!!!

Submitted by Becky at My Life As It Should Be.

I made it!!

My daughter keeps me on my toes...

Her name is Torrae. (sounds like Tore-Ray) She is 3 now. I know I have many more years of entertainment ahead...and I cant wait.

This is probably one of my favorite stories to share - and one I will probably torture her with for ...forever :)

My daughter and I have been spending most of our days doing craft projects, painting pictures, drawing, making sticker pages, and various other artsy things while her brothers are away at school for the day...

She painted a lovely picture and every once in a while she would pause to say "its beautiful mommy, is it beautiful?" or "look!!! I made it!" and of course I would respond with a "Yes! It IS beautiful!" or a "you sure did!! Good job!" and after the paint was dry I tried to put the painting on the fridge only to get a "NO!! Its mine!! I made it!!" and had to chase her around the house to get it from her... but eventually she let me display her creativity on the food box for all to see and made sure to show everyone that walked into the house her beautiful painting...

So she's been making things and creating things and has now started declaring her ownership of said creations once she's finished them.

Well that's fine and all – except one day, while I was making lunch in the kitchen, she was in the living room by herself, drawing a picture...

Or so I thought.

I hear "Look mom!! Its beautiful!" and I of course cant see her at the moment so I shout back "Yes sweetie!! It sure is!!" and I hear a few giggles and a "I made it!!!" and I ask her what she made and I get:

"My poop!"

My heart stopped there for a minute and I slowly walked to the living room to find my daughter – diaperless, sitting on the hardwood floors (thank goodness for hardwood floors), holding a giant "present" in her hands, turning it over and over, and giggling with delight at her "creation"... (mind you it WAS all speckled with orange carrot pieces and some yellow corn...so technically it WAS kind of pretty...ahem)

When I said "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she got up faster than fast, grabbed the dirty diaper in one hand, the turd in the other and ran into her room screaming "NO!!! Its MINE!! I MAAAAAAADE IT!!!"

Needless to say she got a bath, I gagged alot and wished someone had been home to take a picture.

Boy would that have been a picture.

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Submitted by Jen at Jen Martin Studios.