We were eating at a pizza place. Little Man had started to throw a fit so Tony took him away for a talk and had told him he needed to apologize to everyone for his fit.
Tony: Little Man what do you say to everyone.
Little Man: I want more pizza!
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Yummy
Addilece was giggling and hands me a coconut water she had been drinking.
A: Here mommy. Try this.
M: No. I don't like it.
A (giggles some more): Neither, I!!! (I don't like it either)
A: Here mommy. Try this.
M: No. I don't like it.
A (giggles some more): Neither, I!!! (I don't like it either)
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Bad Words
Daddy was working on something way up high above our second story. He dropped something and knew he would have to go pick it up.
Daddy: Darn it!
Addilece (from the ground): Daddy that's a BAD word. We don't say that word. We say "oh no" instead.
Daddy: Darn it!
Addilece (from the ground): Daddy that's a BAD word. We don't say that word. We say "oh no" instead.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Socks
Big Brother had to change his outfit so it would be more appropriate for a visit with his parents. He was all the way "dressed" including his shoes.
Me: Big Brother did you put on your socks.
BB (looks down at shoes): I put on one!
Me: Big Brother did you put on your socks.
BB (looks down at shoes): I put on one!
Monday, October 15, 2012
Plans
Addilece was hanging out with her "Grandma Carol and Bob". She had been sitting on a booster seat on a chair by the table. When she went to climb down Bob held on to the booster for her. However, it still slipped a bit. She declared:
"I'm alright. But that wasn't in the plans."
"I'm alright. But that wasn't in the plans."
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Nap Time
I walked upstairs to find Little Man laying sweetly in his bed. He had put his du-rag on and had covered himself up. With a big smile I sat down to sign to him. Suddenly I realized there was a big bump under his covers. It was his favorite book.
He ALMOST got away with it.
He ALMOST got away with it.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Not My Fault
Little Man brought me a cup of milk that had been from breakfast.
Me: Ewww. That's probably pretty yucky.
Little Man: Da-ee pour it. Da-ee pour it. Da-ee pour it. Not me.
Me: Ewww. That's probably pretty yucky.
Little Man: Da-ee pour it. Da-ee pour it. Da-ee pour it. Not me.
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