Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Sugar Fix


My wonderful 3 year old this morning, was messing around out in the dining room/kitchen this morning. I was still laying in bed watching Pres Bush talk about our economy and what he's doing to fix it.. *gasp*. Anywho.. Our computer desk sits behind the kitchen table against the wall, and the computer chair is one of her favorites to "sit and spin".. So that's what she was doing this morning. Spinning in circles. Well, she got going a little too fast, flew off the chair and hit her head on the kitchen table. She comes running in to my room half crying half pissed off. Here is our conversation as follows.

Lauryn: "Mommy I hit my head"
Me: "You hit your head on what honey"
Lauryn: "The tahhhhhhbllllllllllllleeeeeeeee".
Me: Are you going to live?
Lauryn: "No, I need sugar"
Me: " You need sugar to fix your owie?"
Lauryn: YESSSSSSSSSSS!

And that's what started my morning!

When I grow up...

We were driving in the car today. Just me and the girls, and Ashley was singing her little heart out. At one point, she does that "ahhhhhhhhh" really high pitched, kinda like Ariel from The Little Mermaid when she's warming up. But Ashley's was MUCH squeakier, or maybe just more high pitched.I don't know really how to explain it, except that it was piercing to my ears coming from directly behind my seat while driving. I said "Ashley, PLEASE don't do that in the car, and ESPECIALLY while I'm driving!" She said, I can't help it mom, when I grow up I want to be Oprah, (and she pronounced it just like the couch queen's name). The conversation continued..

You know, those ladies that sing. Oprahs.
You mean, opera Ashley. (and I sounded it out for her)
Ya. Oprah's.
They're called Op-Er-A singers Ashley.
Ok, Oppp-errr-a.
You tell Mrs. Holt at school that is what you want to be. (the music teacher)
Ok mom. I'll tell her when I grow up, I want to be Oprah.
You do that bug!!

It was quite amusing, and I only wished someone was in the car to appreciate the humor with me. I can only hope that my daughter grows up to be as successful as Oprah, but if not, we'll settle for an opera singer! Either way, she's destined to go far!

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"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." ~Erma Bombeck