Thursday, April 8, 2010

Say Whaaat?!

So these are the words that just came out of my husband's mouth.

"Get your finger out of your butt crack."

Look at her. Her finger..."

Oh, never mind. She just stuck it in her mouth."

Umm, yeah, I just admitted that.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


A few weeks ago when the kids were on Thanksgiving holiday from school I decided to jump into the shower while the rest of the family, except for Dad who was at work, was still asleep.  It's just easier that way.  I feel that I'm like a lot of women in the way that I get out of the shower, apply my moisturizer, and then proceed to walk around in my undies so long as I'm in the privacy of my own room.  Or really anywhere in the privacy of my own house so long as it's just me and Kaitlan.

On this particular day I decided I needed something from the other bathroom that is just outside of my bedroom.  I didn't think anyone was awake yet.

I should have known better.

The Boy always wakes up early when he could be sleeping in.  That is unless I want him to wake up.

Anywho, I needed something from the other bathroom so I peeked out, didn't see anyone and proceeded to run around the corner and grab what I needed.  Just as I stepped into the bathroom I see my dear little guy walking out of his room.

Me:  Hey Rai!  Good morning.  I thought you were still asleep.

*giggle, giggle*

Raiden:  Mornin.  *more giggling*

I grabbed the stuff and ducked back into my bedroom to throw some quick clothes on.  A minute later I step back out.  That's when Raiden came back out of his room and giggled a little more and asked:

Mom.  Where'd you get the sumo-wrestlers underwear?

I'm telling you, I about cracked a rib after he said that!  I've never even thought of them that way.  I'm sure you've guessed by now that he caught me in my thong.  And not the summer time sandal.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Momma Needs That

We all know just how intuitive kids can be.

Since Kaitlan's birth a little over a year ago, I have been a bit, well, moody.  It comes and it goes.  I just figured out not too long ago that I probably have a touch of postpartum.  My son, being the sensitive little guy he is, must have noticed this.

One day while my MIL was here they were watching t.v. in the front room when a commercial for Cymbalta came on.  I think we've all seen them and heard the symptoms and what-not.

Well (now for the kicker) Raiden looks over at Grammy and says:

That's what Momma needs.

Hmm... I don't know it that's really funny or sad.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Welcome one and all!  I started up this little blog a while back but I've never actually posted anything on this one.  I do have a funny little post to follow, but thought I should say a little howdy first.  I already know, I'm cheesy as and extra cheese pizza.  Anyhoo, I just wanted to say that this blog will be dedicated to the crazy things my kids say.  Believe me, they say a LOT of goofy stuff.  Most posts may be about The Boy being that he is the craziest so far.  We do have one that can't quite talk yet, though.  I can't wait to hear what she has to say!