Overheard

Background Info: We just bought a 12 ft poot for the backyard. (And as a side note... I love how I still always say 'we' even though GI Joe in no way had anything to do with this purchase since he is 10,000 miles away... heck he doesn't even know we have it yet. Although he did supply the money for said purchase... Thanks babe!) It's one of those big ones that you have a filter for and it's chlorinated etc.

The Scene: The Boy and I went outside this morning to check on the pool since we just filled it up with water last night.

Me: Ewwwww honey, look... the birds pooped on our pool!
The Boy: EWWWWWW Mommy thats gross!!
Me: I know! Why do birds always try to poop on things? Like target practice??
The Boy: I don't know Mommy... but we should ask my sister... she goes to school.

Sadly, I don't think the topic of avian bowel movements are typical preschool topics.

Overheard

I totally forgot to blog this, so here goes...

The Scene: Sitting in the van in a parking lot while I am nursing Bitty. The Boy is playing in the back seat, talking.

The Boy: Mommy...whacha doin'?
Me: Feeding your baby brother. Sit down please.
The Boy: Oh. I see. Booby.... Booby. Booby. Booby!
Me: Shhhh you don't need to yell that out.
The Boy: I just like saying booby. Booby booby.
Me: Shhhhhhh....
The Boy: I just can't help it... one more time, I... have... to... say... it... BOOBY! Ok I'm done.

Seriously... where does this kid get this stuff???

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The Girl and The Boy were watching TV this afternoon. Some cartoon comes on about outer space and aliens and all of that. The Boy starts asking me questions.

The Boy: Where is that water on tv?
Me: It's just a cartoon honey, there isn't any water in outer space. All the water is here on Earth, in the oceans and lakes and...
The Boy: So what about the aliens? What do they drink?
Me: Well, there is no such thing as aliens honey. At least the astronauts haven't found any that are anywhere near here.
The Boy: I know where the aliens are. Kansas.

Overheard

The Scene: Driving home from picking up The Girl from school.

Me: So, baby girl, what did you do at school today?
The Girl: We watched bamboo.

(I begin to think maybe they are doing some sort of spring plants/growing unit and they learned about how bamboo grows etc.)

Me: Bamboo? Oh yeah? What did you learn about bamboo?
The girl: You know, the one with the deer.

(I'm a little puzzled, and then I realize what she is talking about)

Me: Ohhhh no sweetie, that is Bambi, not bamboo.

Overheard

The scene: I was on the computer paying some bills online when Bitty Boy started to cry. He was in the swing, woke up after a 5 minute nap and I was going to let him fuss for a couple minutes to see if he would go back to sleep. The Boy was playing with playdoh at the table behind me. He gets up and walks over to me and is very serious.

The Boy: Mommy, Bitty is crying.
Me: I know sweetie, he is fussy. He needs to go back to sleep.
The Boy: No Mommy, you need to get him. I just can't deal with him right now.

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So today is The Boy's 4th birthday. The kids' little friend from down the street came over and I told her that The Boy's birthday was today. She ran in the house towards him.

Friend: "Wow! How old are you now??"

The Boy: "Wait for it... take a bow... I am FOUR!!"


Comedic timing cannot be taught, you must be born with it...

Overheard

The Girl and I were watching Tv while I was feeding Bitty. Her favorite show, What Not To Wear. I know... gotta teach the kid that structured jackets really help define shape, accessories really make the outfit, buy some good quality basic pieces... but I digress.

All of a suddent a commercial comes on for some Olay product/wrinkle creme. The Girl is entranced with it. After it is over she turns and looks at me.

The Girl: Mommy, do you have some of that Olay?
Me: No Honey, I don't think so.
The Girl: You should get some.
Me: Why, do I need it?
The Girl: Yeah for your lines.
Me: (Thinking, hoping, PRAYING she explains herself...) For what lines, Sweetie?
The Girl: The ones on the palms of your hands.

Ahhh. Sigh of relief. I mean, I am Army Wife ALMOST Grown Up. I wouldn't want to have to change my blog title or anything... yet. LOL

Overheard

I love reading Rachel's little posts about things she has overheard from her 5 energetic kids. Here is one from The Boy from about 5 minutes ago.

The scene: The Boy walks in from playing out back. He asks to do an art project.

Me: You can do an art project when you clean up your beads.
The Boy: But Mom. You just don't understand. I can't.
Me: Why can't you?
The Boy: Because it's just too awful. Booooooorrriiiiing.