“That’s not a toy.”
“If you eat one more piece of chicken, you can have ice cream.”
“I’m leaving without you if you don’t come here and get dressed RIGHT NOW.”
(After being asked to put on Monsters, Inc for the millionth time) “It’s broken, honey. Pick another movie.”
Also I would like to add to my previous post:
Sunburn = Sunblock
Weminner = Vitamin
I would like to share with you some translations from my new Toddler to English dictionary.
Bikeside = riding a bike outside
Hossland = Alice in Wonderland
like = do not like
mipple = mole or pimple
booboo = any imperfection or discoloration on the skin
hice cream = ice cream
bears = teddy grahams
a clock a mornin’ = I don’t want to go to sleep right now
soupy = anything that can be eaten with a spoon
Can anybody tell me, if you have two kids that you can’t afford without benefits, why you would have another one? I have my own kid that I have to pay for, I don’t want to pay for your kids. Close your damn legs. There needs to be a law that if you have another baby while you’re already on assistance, then you lose your assistance. This shit makes me so mad.
Tony: Where is Wellington?
Me: Australia or New Zealand. Why?
Tony: This Kylie said she needed a monitor and I have one that I could give her since it will cost me $10 to get rid of it.
Me: Well, it’ll cost more to give it to her since she lives in another country.
Tony: Is that the one that knows about Dexter?
Me: Yes.
Tony: They have Dexter in Australia?
Me: It’s another country, not another planet.
For @liserrr coz it made me swoon. Red’s definitely his colour.
Swoon doesn’t begin to describe. He is a gorgeous rare redheaded male.
I find it unacceptable that a woman teaching fourth grade puts things like “unexceptable” in her facebook status.
TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT.
LUMEN PRAYER CIRCLE
*joins the lumen prayer circle.*
That is the sexiest photo. OMG. I am in love with Dexter. LOVELOVELOVELOVE
Kylie, I saw what you said about how you have discussed whether Santa is like a lie…. I just found out last weekend that my friend (who’s children are 5 and 3) doesn’t “lie” to her children about Santa. I was appalled. I can’t imagine a childhood without Santa. It’s more like a fairytale than a lie. And the first thing I said was “I hope you tell your kids not to say anything to their friends.” She said that she never thought about it that way.
All I know is, if her kids were to tell my kid about Santa ESPECIALLY at that young age, I would have to refrain from kicking her ass. She can tell her kids whatever she wants, but she better for DAMN sure make sure they keep it to themselves.
Ok, rant over.
I’ll give you a hint: She’s two feet tall and says “NO-wuh!” with the “wuh” part being the attitude behind the NO. When you throw your potatoes on the floor because mommy won’t give you a cinnamon bun, your shit is over.
Tonight we were going through the bedtime routine, and I put Annella down on her changing table to dry her and get her jammies on. She then grabbed my arm, hugged it to her and said “myey, myey, myey” (mommy). Then she held her arms out for a hug and I hugged her. It still makes me want to happy cry.
You guys, she’s never done anything like that before. I think she might actually like me.
