Nothing is new today.
Or yesterday.
Or the day before.
Or... you get the picture.
So, instead of blogging about all of our adventures (which are basically non-existent since the sun went down last Friday and has yet to make it's re-appearance), here's what has been said around our house this week.
Setting: Dinner table Sunday night
Me: "So, Brooklyn what did you do in nursery today?"
Brooklyn: "We did nothing. But we did sing songs. Like the beep song."
Me: "The beep song? What's the beep song?"
Brooklyn: (singing) "Jesus wants me for a sun BEEP!!"
*Disclaimer: this may only be funny if you are Mormon. If you are not, well, you should be. :)
Setting: Brooklyn is swinging on her bunk bed, bouncing off the walls, and chattering like a little monkey.
Me: "Brooklyn, you're a monkey."
Brooklyn: (completely affronted) "No I'm not!! I'm a people."
Setting: "The Playground" - a child wonderland complete with bounce houses, slides, balls, bubbles, wailing babies, the smell of corn dogs, and far too many hyper children. While we were there, we lost Brooklyn for a few minutes in the mayhem and I told Aubrey, "We need to find Brooklyn. Let's go look for her." A few minutes later, Brooklyn was found but I had lost Aubrey. So, I searched for Aubrey and finally found her. She ran over to me as fast as she could and pointed to herself excitedly and exclaimed, "There's Aubrey! Right there! I found her!!" Apparently she had been searching for herself the whole time.
Thank goodness she was successful.
Setting: Brooklyn is holding a bottle of lotion at the mall and after watching me smelling them all, she decides to give it a try.
Brooklyn: "Yummmmm. This smells licious."
Me: "It does? What does it smell like?"
Brooklyn: "Like my nose!!"
Setting: Making dinner while dancing around like a crazy woman to Taylor Swift at full blast.
Brooklyn: "Mom. Stop it. Mom. Mom. Stop it mom!! Mom. Don't dance. Mom! MOM!! Stop dancing mom!!"
Not one to be bossed around by a 3 year-old, I continued to ignore her. She stood there watching me for a few more seconds and then said very seriously, "Mommy, you're a silly billy. Don't dance anymore, OK? Please. It hurts me."
Sad, but true.
Or the day before.
Or... you get the picture.
So, instead of blogging about all of our adventures (which are basically non-existent since the sun went down last Friday and has yet to make it's re-appearance), here's what has been said around our house this week.
Setting: Dinner table Sunday night
Me: "So, Brooklyn what did you do in nursery today?"
Brooklyn: "We did nothing. But we did sing songs. Like the beep song."
Me: "The beep song? What's the beep song?"
Brooklyn: (singing) "Jesus wants me for a sun BEEP!!"
*Disclaimer: this may only be funny if you are Mormon. If you are not, well, you should be. :)
Setting: Brooklyn is swinging on her bunk bed, bouncing off the walls, and chattering like a little monkey.
Me: "Brooklyn, you're a monkey."
Brooklyn: (completely affronted) "No I'm not!! I'm a people."
Setting: "The Playground" - a child wonderland complete with bounce houses, slides, balls, bubbles, wailing babies, the smell of corn dogs, and far too many hyper children. While we were there, we lost Brooklyn for a few minutes in the mayhem and I told Aubrey, "We need to find Brooklyn. Let's go look for her." A few minutes later, Brooklyn was found but I had lost Aubrey. So, I searched for Aubrey and finally found her. She ran over to me as fast as she could and pointed to herself excitedly and exclaimed, "There's Aubrey! Right there! I found her!!" Apparently she had been searching for herself the whole time.
Thank goodness she was successful.
Setting: Brooklyn is holding a bottle of lotion at the mall and after watching me smelling them all, she decides to give it a try.
Brooklyn: "Yummmmm. This smells licious."
Me: "It does? What does it smell like?"
Brooklyn: "Like my nose!!"
Setting: Making dinner while dancing around like a crazy woman to Taylor Swift at full blast.
Brooklyn: "Mom. Stop it. Mom. Mom. Stop it mom!! Mom. Don't dance. Mom! MOM!! Stop dancing mom!!"
Not one to be bossed around by a 3 year-old, I continued to ignore her. She stood there watching me for a few more seconds and then said very seriously, "Mommy, you're a silly billy. Don't dance anymore, OK? Please. It hurts me."
Sad, but true.
8 comments:
That's so funny! My daughter tells me not to sing in the car...only she can! :-)
LOL! We dance around to Taylor Swift all the time will cooking! Julian also likes Miley's Party in the USA! LOL!
Your kids would say that :)
Hey, we also dance around to Taylor Swift. It's the thing to do. My kids just stare at me, you think they would be used to it by now.
I love it. It always makes me happy to read the funny things your kids say.
Your girls are the cutest ever!
So funny! McKyla calls it the sun beep song too! And I think it is too cute to correct her. I wish I could have seen and heard the dancing scene-don't you love that we already can embarass our children?! Miss you all, as usual, but definitely miss you more after hearing all these stories!
I can't stop laughing about the last conversation, and it may or may not have happened at our house...okay it totally did but it was in the car and my singing hurt his ears!
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