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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2004 10:25 am
hee hee hee...
My son hasn't done more beyond the obligatory "pee/poo/barf all over mommy at the most innopportune time"...
But I remember my dad's favorite story about me...
When I was bout 3 years old, I'd already started reading d**k and Jane style books, and was getting bored - so my Dad would read me chapter books, and every day he'd pick a couple words for me to learn. One day he chose "wonderful" and "terrible". As he dropped me off at the sitter's so he could go to work, he reminded me to "Use your big words!"...
Of course, I did my best to remember the words and what they meant. When my Dad came to pick me up, my sitter said "Rhonda, go use one of your big words!"
I ran out, arms open, hollering "There's my terrible Daddy!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2004 2:40 pm
That is so cute!
Kids are so unspoilt and priceless... they are pretty amazing.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2004 10:15 am
flitter4you My 5 yr old was 3 at the time and we were shopping at Sams for some groceries. When we got to the checkout there was an older man in front of us. He farted, you could tell he was totally embarrised! My cute adorable little girl toughed the man on the shoulder/arm area and said as loud as a 3 yr old can.. "you sounded just like my mommy in the bathroom, can you do it agian" Everyone who heard laughed SO HARD! I was mortified to say the least! lmfao...oh wow..........*i'm crying *
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 11:02 am
Life with my son is NEVER boring. He is constantly saying and doing the most hysterical things. It's one of the reasons he's everyone's sweetheart, I'm sure.
My husband is a preacher, so of course my son is rather familiar with God... or as far as a four year old can be. Consequently, he has been VERY curious about God, heaven, death, and souls. The things he comes up with sometimes are so very darling or positively laughable!
He often asks if we will have things in heaven, such as cars, television, sidewalks. Once, though, out of the blue, he very solemnly at the dinner table spoke up. "Momma, when I'm good, and I die, and I go to God's house (he meant heaven, of course), I won't touch ANYTHING. Huh, Momma?" He looked earnestly to me for verification that that would be a good, wise idea. But by the time he hit the "huh", I was in stitches. I couldn't say a word for laughing so hard and trying my best to stifle it so he wouldn't feel ridiculed. He persisted in the "Huh, Momma? That would be good, wouldn't it?" a few more times, then reflectively added, "Well... unless God tells me I can. Then I would touch anything. Huh Momma?" Oh my, I was in fits all over again, just as I had been about to regain my composure. Hubby was quite amused. I finally got the breath to answer him, after much persistant, "Momma... huh Momma? Momma?" I finally managed an answer... and I usually try very hard to be honest with him, even when most people would not think him ready for the "real" answer. But this time was just too much, with his serious, earnest attitude deserved more than a brush off. "If you think so, sure, why not?" I smiled at him, and he was satisfied and went on eating. Oh my, it'll take a while to forget that one!
As for myself, my favorite funny story of when I was little was before I could talk. A door-to-door salesman had come into my parent's house, and I immediately started making flirty eyes at him. I climbed up on his lap and was just so sweet and darling and endearing. Finally, he turned to me and said in an apologetic voice, "I'm sorry honey, but I'm already married." From what I am told, I got the most indignant look on my face and promptly got off his lap and toddled off. After fawning on him the whole time, I flatly refused to say goodbye to the man!
Aren't kids just the MOST fun?!
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 2:18 pm
Talencia, your first cutie story reminded me of one my grandma told me about my dad.
Easter time was approaching and Grandma was trying to get my dad all pepped up and ready for the holiday. So she asked him, "Who has really big ears and a pink nose and only comes around once a year?" Of course, she was looking for my dad to answer "The Easter Bunny!" but instead he said, "The Minister!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 2:17 pm
Now I'm reminded of a story from when my sister was a little girl - it was some afternoon when she was probably around 2 or 3 - the mailman was coming to deliver the mail, and when she heard him on the porch, she threw her arms around his legs and yelled "Daddy!" The poor embarassed mailman said "I don't think so, honey" and gave my step mom the eye (this was mostly amusing becaue he was a big African-American, and we are very WASP)
I just think it's adorable how the littlest ones have no sense of color differences. People are just people.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 4:58 pm
I have a 4 year old so I have a few.....
When my son was only a few months old and when his father was so willing to change diapers....he took my son up stairs to change him. He's up there only a minute or 2 when I hear my son's father scream. He was never loud so to hear him make a notice like he did made me run up the stairs. There is was with one hand holding my sons legs at the ankles and the other hand holding a wet wipe full of poop. While wiping my son pooped right on his hand.
Oh and get this....when I was like 7 or 8 months pregnant we were talking about how many diapers we'd need....my ex said only about 4. I laughed my a** off so much over his stupidity.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 6:18 pm
I was watching a 4 year old little girl one day while changing my youngest son's diaper. " What's that ?" she says. "That is his p***s", I explained..."where he goes potty" She was VERY fascinated by this! After I finished wiping him down etc. I went to put the new diaper on and Darci was suddenly very concerned...."what about his p***s? she asked....umm what I said. Where are you going to put it so it doesnt get broken?! She was concerned that it getting pushed into place by the diaper was going to break it!!
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 6:38 pm
Just yesterday I was upstairs cleaning the bathroom when Jacob came in. He looked at me and asked what 'that' was (that being the new toilet freshener I had hung). I turned around and resumed cleaning the sink when I hear him say "It smells good mommy!" And I turn around, and there he is, face buried in the toilet and breathing deep. I started laughing so hard it brought tears. He didn't know what was going on with me. xd
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 6:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 9:21 pm
No kiddies of my own so I'll babble out one about my younger brother and one of myself.
When we first moved to Tennessee we lived in a two story apartment, no more than two hours after moving in my brother who was two starts screaming like there is no tomorrow. My parents rush up to the first landing on the stairs and see my brother with his head stuck in the rungs of the banister and me standing next to him smiling (I was 6). Though I don't recall doing it now I kinda think I told him to stick his head in there. But yeah his ears were what stuck and it took my parents a good 10 minutes to get his head out. He did it a couple other times with out my help getting him into it.
Well I can't think of any about myself right now, I'll have to ask my grandma later...
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 10:20 pm
I was reading the ones about swearing, and it reminded me of my story... I came up to my mom one day and in my brightest, four year old cheerful angel voice I said "Mommy, you're a B****!" My mom slapped me, and she says about the time her hand connected with my cheek, she thought, "Now -where- did she learn that!" because Mom doesn't swear at all. And through my tears, she kneels down and explains that that is a baaaad word, and where did I hear it! Looking up through teary eyes and rubbing my cheek, I look her right in the eyes and say...
"But Grandma said you were!"
You can imagine the talk those two had... whee
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2004 7:24 pm
Owen is just starting on same baby food, and of course, they're not that great. When scott feeds him he always goes like "yumyumyum!" until Owen swallows it, and kinda makes it into a game.
Well a few days ago, Scott was feeding Owen some sort of cabbage/spinach thing, and as usual, he was all "isn't this great? yum!" and such. So Owen's having a blast and giggling takes the filled spoon Scott's trying to feed him with, and points it towards Scott and mimics him like "Umumum!". Scott looks surprised, but Owen keeps pushing it closer, and he finally eats it. Scott gets this like horrible look on his face, but still manages a weak smile and a choking "yum... yum..." xd .
Scott says it's Owen's way of saying like, "becareful what you feed me cause you're eating it too!"
xp
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 12:19 pm
Kyoki Marie You can imagine the talk those two had... whee Oh my oh my! whee
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 1:52 am
Theo was at his Nannas today when the plumber came. He had some lunch and then wanted to watch the plumber at work. When they went into the laundry the poor guy had obviously been scratching his butt because he had a great black greasy handprint on the back of his pants.
Theo gasped and pointed and said "Nan!! Nan!!! He done a poo Nan!!"
The handyman turns around and says "What did the little guy say?"
And my poor mum tries to a) not laugh and b)get Theo out of the room as she says "Oh, oh, I'm not really sure". Obviously not understanding why no one was doing anything about it Theo yells out "But NAN!! He done a POO!!"
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