Thursday, April 15, 2010
Go Away Mom
Whenever our little girl is caught doing something she isn't supposed to, having a lot of fun and doesn't want to stop, or is playing with daddy and doesn't want mommy to join in, she says: "Bye, bye, mom" and waves me away with her cute little hand.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Only One Baby
My husband asked our little girl (19 months) the other day if she would like mommy to have another baby so she could play with it. Without a moment's pause she told him, "No. Me Baby!" while pointing to herself.
Did I just say that?
We were at my family's house having some rootbeer floats. I made myself one and thought it would be nice of me to go share it with my husband, who was in the living room with everyone else. I started food spooning when he said loudly with out thinking, "Mmmm. This is nice. Keep spooning me!"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Oops
So this one is something funny that my brother day a couple of days ago:
We were at a funeral and it was time to go, so we decided that we should probably take advantage to the bathrooms at the church. My brother was walking about 30 feet in front of me, when I noticed that he was about to go into the Woman's bathroom. My little girl and I took of running after him to stop him before he went in, but of course we were too late. By then I was also laughing so hard that I couldn't even yell out his name. I kept saying over and over to myself, please don't let someone be in there... Unfortunately, there was. We took our post outside of the stall that he was obviously in and impatiently waited (while uncontrollably giggling) for the women in the next stall to hurry up. After what seemed like forever, I finally thought it was safe enough to knock on the stall door and tell him to quickly come out. The funny thing is, that he didn't realize he was in the girl's bathroom and had been whistling and singing to himself until he happened to glance over and see a high heeled shoe in the stall next door. He then panicked and didn't know what to do, so he thought it would be safe to just wait. That's when he notice that my daughter and I were standing outside his door. Anyway, he walked out of the stall with a bright red face and tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. I tried to shoo him out before anyone else came in, but right as he opened the door to walk out, two women came in. One of them had down-syndrome and loudly said, "WOA!" when she saw him (thinking that she had walked into the wrong bathroom). He tried to explain that HE was the one in the wrong bathroom, but he could barely get the words out because he was laughing so hard. After he left, I explained to one of the women that he had accidentally come into the wrong bathroom and she said "Well, that's what you'd expect of a man." His little mistake gave us something to chuckle about the rest of the day!
We were at a funeral and it was time to go, so we decided that we should probably take advantage to the bathrooms at the church. My brother was walking about 30 feet in front of me, when I noticed that he was about to go into the Woman's bathroom. My little girl and I took of running after him to stop him before he went in, but of course we were too late. By then I was also laughing so hard that I couldn't even yell out his name. I kept saying over and over to myself, please don't let someone be in there... Unfortunately, there was. We took our post outside of the stall that he was obviously in and impatiently waited (while uncontrollably giggling) for the women in the next stall to hurry up. After what seemed like forever, I finally thought it was safe enough to knock on the stall door and tell him to quickly come out. The funny thing is, that he didn't realize he was in the girl's bathroom and had been whistling and singing to himself until he happened to glance over and see a high heeled shoe in the stall next door. He then panicked and didn't know what to do, so he thought it would be safe to just wait. That's when he notice that my daughter and I were standing outside his door. Anyway, he walked out of the stall with a bright red face and tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. I tried to shoo him out before anyone else came in, but right as he opened the door to walk out, two women came in. One of them had down-syndrome and loudly said, "WOA!" when she saw him (thinking that she had walked into the wrong bathroom). He tried to explain that HE was the one in the wrong bathroom, but he could barely get the words out because he was laughing so hard. After he left, I explained to one of the women that he had accidentally come into the wrong bathroom and she said "Well, that's what you'd expect of a man." His little mistake gave us something to chuckle about the rest of the day!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Introduction
There is always some event or action in everyone's personal life that can make you stop for a moment and just laugh out loud. It seems that in my life, and in my family's, there are a lot of those moments. Fortunately, they keep you light-hearted and can even crack a smile in a stressful time. This blog is going to be based upon those moments.
Why "My Pistachios"? Let me explain:
My little family and my sister's little family were spending the weekend at my grandmother's home. We were all in the kitchen helping my grandmother prepare dinner for us after we had arrived there late one evening. I noticed sitting on the counter a couple of tins, which I assumed were filled with different kinds of treats and nuts for the grandkids. One of the tins kept bothering me, though. I frequently glanced out of the corner of my eye, trying to figure out what may be in it. In big black letters across the top of it read: PISTACHIOS. I kept wondering to myself, pee-sta-chee-o's? What could that possibly be? Finally I came to the conclusion that these pee-sta-chee-o's must be some kind of Mexican candy. Feeling satisfied with my discovery I turned to my grandmother and sister and said, "What are pistachios? (pee-sta-chee-0's) Some kind of Mexican candy?" Well, needless to say everyone had a good laugh, and continues to, at my folly.
Why "My Pistachios"? Let me explain:
My little family and my sister's little family were spending the weekend at my grandmother's home. We were all in the kitchen helping my grandmother prepare dinner for us after we had arrived there late one evening. I noticed sitting on the counter a couple of tins, which I assumed were filled with different kinds of treats and nuts for the grandkids. One of the tins kept bothering me, though. I frequently glanced out of the corner of my eye, trying to figure out what may be in it. In big black letters across the top of it read: PISTACHIOS. I kept wondering to myself, pee-sta-chee-o's? What could that possibly be? Finally I came to the conclusion that these pee-sta-chee-o's must be some kind of Mexican candy. Feeling satisfied with my discovery I turned to my grandmother and sister and said, "What are pistachios? (pee-sta-chee-0's) Some kind of Mexican candy?" Well, needless to say everyone had a good laugh, and continues to, at my folly.
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