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January 27th, 2011

Two Doobie Quotes @ 10:03 am

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These just in within the last hour.

“Uh, something gross went in my nose when you talked.” Thank you coffee breath.

“Do you know where the constructions are to this?” Looking for the instructions to his transformer.
 

January 11th, 2011

I My Word, I’m Journaling. @ 05:09 pm


There is no better place to post, organize and recall the funny things my kids say than LJ, so I’ve come to update. I feel horrid that I’ve missed so many quotables over the past year but what can I say? I suck.

This past weekend my kids went on a basketball team road trip with their pa while I spent the weekend photographing weddings.

After the three hour bus ride to the venue someone asked asked my kids if they had fun on the bus.
“YEAH!” They shouted.
“What was your favorite part?”
“Getting here!"

During a game, Munchkee was munching (!) on a box of Cheezits and sharing them with random citizens. After the game she told her dad, “God provided a miracle! Every time I shared my Cheezits, there were more in the box!”

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The other day, Doobie and I were running some errands together and he started monologuing at me.

“I like kisses. kisses are good. (Beebs) doesn’t like kisses. He doesn’t like kisses like (Munchkee) doesn’t like meat.”

And this morning we were discussing the basketball trip they are getting ready to go on with dad and I told Doobie I was packing him a lunch to eat on the bus.

“Oh! We are riding a bus? I thought we were riding the back of horse!”

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The whole family was in the car on a recent Sunday, coming home from lunch and everyone was munching on those little red and white mint things that every restaurant passes out at the door. The kids were all in the back opening their mouths and flashing their mints at each other and pretending to gag. Suddenly, Munchkee couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Ugh! You’re making me sick for REAL!”

Beebs didn’t care of course and kept flashing her the mint on his tongue. She gagged a few times and screamed,
“STOP showing me your food!”

Her voice had reached that annoying high pitch that makes me want to jump out of a moving car so I told her to look out her window. I told her that she wouldn’t see the food in his mouth if she would just stop looking at him.

“I don’t want to stop looking at him! I really like his shirt!”
 

August 3rd, 2010

(no subject) @ 09:04 pm

Hey look! It's me!
 

April 28th, 2010

Home is Where Your Bird is. @ 05:51 pm

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"Mom, a real heart looks kind of like a bird, not like this..." Beebs proceeded to draw a heart shape in the air with his finger.

"Yep, you're right. Weird," was my distracted reply.

"Jesus lives in my bird."
 

Powers-full @ 05:40 pm

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"I think your daughter might have left a blue, stuffed animal in Sunday School yesterday."

Munchkee's Sunday school teacher was standing near Hubby while they both dropped their boys off at kindergarten Monday morning.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure it's not hers. We don't really let our kids bring toys to church."

"Wow, I wish I was that strong." She replied, impressed.

Beebs looked up at her, "ALL the Powers are that strong."
 

April 7th, 2010

(no subject) @ 09:05 am

What the heck am I doing back here?

I've told myself tens of times that I am breaking up with Livejournal and never coming back - except to read my friend journals of course. I document my life in a lot of places. This stems from a narcisistic tendency to think that everyone cares what is happening with me at all times, and because I cannot trust that they will all take the time to come to one place, I document things in all places.

In an effort to simplify my incredibly complicated and busy stay-at-home-mom and housewife life (laughter) I thought to divorce LJ using the excuse of the stupid commercials they make you watch now and start utilizing my actual blog to post EVERYTHING, rather than some things.

And then I realized.

LJ is sort of awesome, even with commercials.

Firstly, my LJ is not saturated with photos like my blog. So when I grab a story for my scrapbook, I can print it out and not have to edit photo content out.

Everyone in LJ friend land knows who Beebs, Munchkee and Doobie are.

Most importantly though, the archive feature in LJ is a priceless feature in my life, one that cannot be duplicated in any sort of acceptable fashion by my blog.

I guess that means I'm back.

For now.
 

March 5th, 2010

(no subject) @ 08:26 am

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Beebs and I were practicing Psalm 23 this morning and as the verse came to a close he recited, "...and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for HOURS!" Very dramatic.
 

February 20th, 2010

An Alaska Man's Man @ 07:40 pm

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ME: "Hey look guys, there's a moose across the street!"
BEEBS: "LET'S SHOOT IT!"
 

February 19th, 2010

(no subject) @ 07:28 pm

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The other day my 6 year old Beebs asked me why life isn't fair. Later he asked his dad why all the fun things make you go to hell. I can't help but wonder what kind of fun things he's trying to get away with that somebody told him he would go to hell for. I'll ask him eventually. I'm too busy laughing right now.
 

February 9th, 2010

Some Doobie Funnies @ 12:40 pm

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I would like to preface this by saying how much I hate watching ads before I journal. I am probably going to abandon my LJ in favor of my blog officially. Eventually.

Tis the season of the perpetual runny nose. As I held a wadded up ball of toilet paper to my three year old's nose, he gave a half-hearted sniffle, still not quite sure of the techniques required to blow out instead of sniffing in.

"Come on! Blow like a man!" I encouraged.

"How does a man do it?" His quizzical look was comical because he was obviously not thinking in terms of power, but rather whether or not he should be wearing a tool belt or watching sports at the same time.


I was minding my own business one day when suddenly there appeared before me, right in my face actually, a chubby little finger with a big fat booger perched on the tip.

"Mommy. I never run out of these kind of boogers."


Hubby recently passively witnessed the following interaction between Beebs, Doobie and a distracted grandma. Beebs was, in typical OCD fashion, repeatedly and without cause, bonking his head on the arm of the couch. Involved in a phone conversation, Grandma distractedly told him to stop. He did, surprisingly. Doobie, in the typical manner of 3 year olds, immediately began bonking his head on the couch. Grandma hadn't noticed yet so Beebs took charge.

"You better stop doing that."
"I don't ever have to stop. I'm the baby."
 

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