Matthew: What's a single ice?
Me: A what?
Matthew: A single ice? starts humming Beyonce's All the Single Ladies...
Me: Ohhh. What's your favorite song?
Matthew: All the Single Ice. What's does single ice mean?
Me: What do you think it means?
Matthew: I think it means beautiful and I think it's a chipmunk.
Showing posts with label funny stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny stories. Show all posts
Monday, May 17, 2010
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Old News and Funny Anecdotes
It seems like it's been awhile since I've blogged anything. I do have plans to blog about my fabulous Hawaii trip but that will have to wait, as that requires a little more thought and effort than funny anecdotes.
Natalie has been reading for awhile. It started with us reading her little bible and all of a sudden she started saying some of the words. Well, then I would just track for her and have her do the reading. I made the comment, "You're scaring me!." Now when she reads she gets all excited, puts her hand to her mouth as in surprise, and says, "I'm scaring myself!" I asked her if she really reads books at school. She told me no because nobody can help her!
On a side note she's all set and enrolled for kindergarten in July. I bought her her first school shirt too. It will hang in her closet until school starts. I can't believe it! The only thing we need to practice is her writing her name neatly. She actually practiced on her own tonight without me asking.
Yesterday at urgent care. (can read Ryan's post to find out more. I may blog my side at another date if I feel so ambitious) Matthew plopped himself down on a chair and said, "Mommy, it smells funny in here!" I repeated what he said as a question, "Does it smell funny in here?" He replied, "Yes, it smells like soup!" Of course he thought that was the funniest thing and when he saw that it got a reaction out of us he changed his commentary to things like, "It smells like spaghetti and meatballs," all to his own laughing hysterics. This little guy is a funny one.
Sunday at a Chuck E. Cheese birthday party for my friend Julie's little girl he was quite ambitious and decided he really didn't need me. He was all over the place and not the least bit afraid of anything. Thank goodness he couldn't climb the slide because he was too small because I don't think I would have been able to catch him. He tried so hard to get his little legs up. Natalie tried so hard to pull him up too, but alas, he was too small. He sadly looked at me and threw up his arms in defeat. However, that certainly didn't stop him from ripping off his shoes and making a beeline to the end of the slide secretly hoping that I wouldn't notice so he could sneak up the back way. Needless to say, I left the party EXHAUSTED.
While reading our several books tonight we came across a favorite, How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight? There's one party that says something to the effect like, "Do dinosaurs cry one book more?" Matthew turned to me and said, "Like me!" because he is never satisfied with just one book.
Yesterday Matthew was trying to ask me for something and I just couldn't get it. He was getting frustrated because I didn't understand him. Finally, he sighed and said, "I just can't think of what to say." Poor little guy! Most of the time I do understand him, but this time I kept repeating what I thought I heard and he kept saying "No!" Today I can't remember what it was, though.
Natalie has been reading for awhile. It started with us reading her little bible and all of a sudden she started saying some of the words. Well, then I would just track for her and have her do the reading. I made the comment, "You're scaring me!." Now when she reads she gets all excited, puts her hand to her mouth as in surprise, and says, "I'm scaring myself!" I asked her if she really reads books at school. She told me no because nobody can help her!
On a side note she's all set and enrolled for kindergarten in July. I bought her her first school shirt too. It will hang in her closet until school starts. I can't believe it! The only thing we need to practice is her writing her name neatly. She actually practiced on her own tonight without me asking.
Yesterday at urgent care. (can read Ryan's post to find out more. I may blog my side at another date if I feel so ambitious) Matthew plopped himself down on a chair and said, "Mommy, it smells funny in here!" I repeated what he said as a question, "Does it smell funny in here?" He replied, "Yes, it smells like soup!" Of course he thought that was the funniest thing and when he saw that it got a reaction out of us he changed his commentary to things like, "It smells like spaghetti and meatballs," all to his own laughing hysterics. This little guy is a funny one.
Sunday at a Chuck E. Cheese birthday party for my friend Julie's little girl he was quite ambitious and decided he really didn't need me. He was all over the place and not the least bit afraid of anything. Thank goodness he couldn't climb the slide because he was too small because I don't think I would have been able to catch him. He tried so hard to get his little legs up. Natalie tried so hard to pull him up too, but alas, he was too small. He sadly looked at me and threw up his arms in defeat. However, that certainly didn't stop him from ripping off his shoes and making a beeline to the end of the slide secretly hoping that I wouldn't notice so he could sneak up the back way. Needless to say, I left the party EXHAUSTED.
While reading our several books tonight we came across a favorite, How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight? There's one party that says something to the effect like, "Do dinosaurs cry one book more?" Matthew turned to me and said, "Like me!" because he is never satisfied with just one book.
Yesterday Matthew was trying to ask me for something and I just couldn't get it. He was getting frustrated because I didn't understand him. Finally, he sighed and said, "I just can't think of what to say." Poor little guy! Most of the time I do understand him, but this time I kept repeating what I thought I heard and he kept saying "No!" Today I can't remember what it was, though.
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