Archive for the 'These People Crack Me Up' Category
June 13, 2008 @ 6:48 pm | Filed under: Family, These People Crack Me Up
It’s my evening work time again, and I’m holed up in my bedroom reading Top Chef recaps on Television Without Pity doing seriously hard work. Scott IMs me, as he does about fifty times a night during my work time. If he doesn’t, I have to IM him because, come on, this two hours of separation is agony when you’re in lurve. Which we are, if you hadn’t noticed. Also, it beats working.
Here is the message I just received from him and which I must record for posterity. To fully understand it, you must know that Rilla is two and has just begun using very precise complete sentences. She has made a sudden and irresistible leap into conversation. Certain people around here are helpless in the face of this confident and adorable articulation of opinion.
So Rilla walks into the sunroom.
I say, “Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi, Dad.”
She’s holding a panda under each arm and starts for the sliding doors to the patio.
I say, “Hey, hold on, honey. I don’t think those can go outside.”
She turns around and just stares at me for three seconds. Then says,
“Why not?”
They’re outside with her now.
Sucker.
May 27, 2008 @ 6:23 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
At the breakfast table, Beanie heaves a wistful sigh.
“Rats. I’ve dreamed of having a whole box of cereal all to myself, and I thought it was going to come true at last because no one else likes this kind. But then I remembered the baby does.”
May 20, 2008 @ 4:41 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Why Rilla is screaming at the top of her outraged little lungs: because we heard her slam the bathroom door and run down the hall calling, “Bye, water! Bye, water!”
I sent Beanie to investigate posthaste. As she opened the door, we heard water gushing from the bathtub tap, full force.
Rilla, so pleased with herself for having set the poor water free, is furious that we have imprisoned it once more inside the bathroom wall.
April 23, 2008 @ 1:26 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Overheard: “If I were a troll, I wouldn’t have more than two heads.”
February 15, 2008 @ 8:11 am | Filed under: Baby, Organization, These People Crack Me Up
I asked Rilla to put some pasta away in the pantry.
Hours later, I discovered this:
Maybe she thought I said "plant-tree"?
January 25, 2008 @ 6:49 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
:::sound of silverware rattling in kitchen:::
Me: "Rilla, what are you up to in there?"
Toddler, emphatically: "NO!"
January 25, 2008 @ 9:53 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
A notice:
Bitter Lesson 17
from "How to be a baby!"Don’t hang on the oven door, as it is liable to fall open and hurt you badly.
(For the record: the oven was not turned on at the time of the incident which led to the above words of wisdom; and the only thing "badly" hurt was a toddler’s dignity.)
(As for Bitter Lessons 1-16, I do not know what they are, but I’m told a certain big sister is compiling a book.)
January 24, 2008 @ 7:44 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Beanie on Handel’s Water Music: "Mommy, this may sound funny, but just being near it makes me feel warmer."
January 18, 2008 @ 2:07 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Says Beanie, with a big hug: "Mommy, I want to model you in everything. Well, except for the grumpiness."
Ouch! LOL!
(It was that kind of week. Too many doctor trips lately!)
December 11, 2007 @ 9:33 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
"Mommy, the rule I’m going to have for all my kids is: Never kill a shark."
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