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How To Not Get Old

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

I’m not sure Emma quite understands the concept of getting old, but here’s what she has to say on how not to get old, or die.

“When you get old, you die. But you have to take medicine so you’re not old. That’s the only way. You’ll have to take medicine when you’re old so you don’t die. And then you won’t be old either.”

Tell me about the medicine.

“You have to have a fruit kind. And you have to drink it. You can get it at Wal-Mart. When you drink it, then you have  to stop drinking it when you don’t feel old then. You have to try to drink medicine really fast before you die when you’re old.”

How much does it cost? How does it work?

“Probably like three dollars. You have to get just a teeny bit and pour the medicine in and then you drink it.”

So how come people still die?

“They die because they have other things that the medicine doesn’t work on. Like some people are already died when they try to get up. And they’re somewhere else so they can’t get up and get their medicine. When they try to get up, their bodies pump back down.”

Is there anything else we should be doing?

“You should go to the doctor. And lay down on the bed. Go like 3 or 4 times. Try to not be so sick and try and not get sick when you’re old.”

And finally, what do you think about the new healthcare bill?

“That’s pretty funny!”

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Tiny Tweets #5 (Roughly)

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

Just a few for you today. Emma hasn’t been as cute lately; or maybe I’m not paying as much attention to her rambling.

“Ahh! Mom, I’m layin’ on my brain!”

“I’m deflating down into my body.”

“But I don’t have a heart.” (sad face)

“I miss Daddy. I miss being able to touch him.” (Upon further questioning, she explained that she really just wanted to give Daddy a hug.)

“Oh! I’m fallin’! I’m fallin’ in love!”

“I think when he’s older brother will want to marry me.” Why? “Because I’m a cute pigtail girl.” And later, with a ring box in hand: “Brother, will you marry me?” (Guess it runs in the family; we’ve had a long-standing joke about my brother asking for a baby sister so he could marry her.)

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Tiny Tweets

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

I meant to be keeping track of Emma sayings again, but I haven’t been doing a very good job at it. Here are the only three I have:

“Mom, are we real people?”

(While playing Wii Fit) “No, I don’t want to work out any more. I’m gettin’ sweaty from workin’ out.”

(Her bedtime prayer) “Once upon a time . . .  Oops.”

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Directions to Australia

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

The other day, while Emma was handing out audiobooks on Australia, and removable teeth, she also provided me with directions to Australia, as that was where we were flying to on our bed-plane. I meant to share this yesterday, but forgot.

Directions to Australia:

“Turn left and turn right. Turn the other way by Nebraska. Go past Hadley’s house. Go all the way to New York now. Turn right to Hadley’s house in Nebraska. Fly over big mountains. See the twinkle stars, up in the sky. Fly over brother’s chair. Turn right. Now turn left. Turn right. Now, you’re at Australia!”

Easy as pie. Who needs a GPS with Emma around?

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Tiny Tweets

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

Well, the day’s not over yet, and I am determined to not break my blogging streak! I procrastinated today in hopes that the mail would bring a new battery for my broken phone so that I could retrieve my list of funnies from their storage on said broken phone, but, alas, battery did not arrive, and then I was just plain busy taking care of kids and running to dance practice, and watching a little Wolverine, and putting baby to bed…are you exhausted yet? I am! Letting Emma play a little longer so I can write this, even though I know it’s unwise, as we have to get up early for school tomorrow. So, to the point! I have gathered some new tweetable moments, but some of them are actually longer than an allowable tweet, so you’ll just have to pretend. And I know I had some really funny ones on my phone; these are not as impressive, but I have nothing else planned, and my day is coming quickly to an end. Without further ado, here are some tweets from tiny people–my Emma and her friends:

“You know God? I have a book about him.”

*sigh* (in awe) “Why is IKEA so good? So everybody likes them.”

“In 70 hours I’ll be 16 and have my own car and drive everyone around.”

(to her brother) “Medical bills are not for babies!”

“I’m the biggerest.” (There was actually an ongoing argument about who was the “biggerest.” Nerd that I am, I found this pretty funny.)

“If you go under the sheets one more time, you’ll die and go to be with the Heavenly Father again.”

“Hi. I’m not this big. Bye.”

Playing pretend. A present for Mommy: “It’s an audiobook of Australia. It talks and opens, and you can jump in it–it’s a Dora book. It has 5 DVDs.”

And a present for Daddy: “Here, it’s removable teeth.”

Guest tweet of the week: “I don’t want to talk to your pants.” (Thanks, Emily and Hadley!)


Well, that’s all I’ve got for this week. Gonna go get my kiddo to bed, finish Wolverine
, and get some sleep, while visions of Hugh Jackman float in my head (I hope so, anyway!).

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Emma Tweets!

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

Over the course of this last week I have been writing down some of the random things Emma says. I think these would all make for some fun tweets, but don’t judge me for what she says. I’m not sure where she gets some of it, but I’m sharing anyway.

Take him off, Mommy! He’s killin’ my heart.”

“All my animals have good healthcare.”

“All my friends are boys, but they all went to the circus. Then they came back and we went to kill the killer.”

“The ashes are killed. That is the killer guy.”

“Australia! I’ll take a shot of that one.”

“There’s poop bird on my window. You can clean it off at the gas station.”

“She always cries and says, ‘Pepto!’ That’s her dog’s name.”

“Well, pretend kids live in the wall.”

“And then almonds came and scared her awake.”

Need I say more? I may keep writing stuff down and make a post just for her every week!

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A slightly inappropriate story…

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008

Our daughter will be 3 in a couple months, and she’s starting to become quite aware of what’s going on around her, and is very curious about things as well. This story is about her and her father. 

We came home last night after doing a little shopping, and we all needed to use the bathroom. Mommy got to go first because the little *angel* in her uterus was making it extremely difficult to wait. Then Mommy helped little Emma have her turn, and Daddy came into the bathroom, waiting for his turn. As Emma looked over at Daddy, she asked, “What does Daddy have in his tummy?” Hoping she actually meant tummy, we grinned and said he just had a lot of hair on his tummy. But she was not satisfied. “No, I mean, what does Daddy have in his underwear?” Our response: “Nothing, honey. Let Daddy have his turn.” And as she walked past him, the little cutie tried to poke Daddy as she said, “Oh, is that a bear in there? Does Daddy have a bear in his underwear?”

I lost it at this point. Between fits of laugher I told her there was no bear and we needed to leave Daddy alone. She then proceeded to go back in the bathroom to inform him he also needed to sit down, or he would make a big mess. Isn’t it funny the things kids pick up on? And why assume a bear? It was all very innocent, and my little neat-freak is concerned about anyone being messier than they need to be, but why the sudden interest? I guess it may be time to end our “open door” policy on the bathroom. And it sure is going to be fun if she gets a baby brother in a few days!

(Also, she did eventually drop the bear idea, but not right away. I think she was just jealous that Daddy might have a bear that she didn’t know about. I’m sure there’s some sort of psychological connection in that…)

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