My Kid Says the Darndest Things 2015 Round 1

Lil Bit offered another round of musings this week so far.

LB: Mommy, Daddy needs to get a shower, he is stinky from working at gym.
Me: He sure does, doesn’t he.
LB: Mommy, Daddy needs to wash his butt and his peanuts too.
Me: Umm, yes, did you say peanuts?
LB: Daddy has peanuts cause he is a boy. Me and you we are girls, we have ‘ginas.
Me (struggling to keep a straight face): Umm, yes baby yes, that’s exactly right…

Let her keep calling them peanuts, completely fine with me. Anyway, that’s what I get for being in the medical profession and trying to explain things in anatomical terms….
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Tonight while washing dishes

LB:Mommy?
Me: Yes baby girl?
LB: I was borned in your tummy!
Me: That’s right baby you were born from my tummy.
LB: And, and you was borned in GiGi’s tummy!
Me: That’s right! I sure was.
LB: You were old when you were born mommy.
Me: Umm… (muttering) That’s what your Gigi and your Nana says anyway.
LB: When I was big like you and you were little like me I changed your diapers.
Me: ???Ummm, no I don’t think so baby girl.
LB (completely ignoring me and with certainty): Yup, I did.

Ok then.

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The Night Top Gear Tried to Kill Me

BONUS POST! (I couldn’t find this post that I had started yesterday but now, here you go! Enjoy laughing at me, or with me, either way…)

So the other night, lying in bed, my husband and I are watching the newest episode of Top Gear where my three favorite goobers are attempting to make ambulances more efficient, faster and apparently more deadly when I literally laughed so hard at them that I had a bronchospasm and ended up requiring a breathing treatment with albuterol. I shit you not (one of the most dumb but stereotypical southern phrases this empress could think of). Somewhere between James May loosing his patient and Richard Hammond firing his into the pretend “ER” my husband was doing that crying-laughing bit and I was already cracked up by the show AND laughing so hard at him that I literally was almost killed by laughter. Well this is over-exaggerating a bit but I did get into bad shape. Totally worth it though…has to be one of my favorite episodes at this point and we’ve seen them all…even pre-Hamster and Captain Slow episodes.

I know in my blog description I forgot to mention my slight obsession with BBC television and my general annoyance at much of American TV. That’s another rant for another day (but seriously Honey Boo Boo and Little Women LA? WTF ‘Murica? Same land of Jane Russell and Gene Kelly?) Hopefully we will head to Western Europe (and more specifically the UK although that is up in the air) by next year, as that is what the hubster and I are wanting to do before Lil Bit starts school and we want to take my sister with us for her graduation gift…and on that bombshell I must really say good night.

New Macbook, new post

So just thought I’d drop a new post, with my new (to me) Macbook. Woot!

See, my laptop broke awhile back and the desktop, well it’s just not friendly to writing a blog–or comfortable.

I am very excited if you can’t tell and now no longer have an excuse to avoid the blog. So hopefully I can deliver more than one post per month…lol.

So what have I been doing while I’m not on a cool laptop like this one? I’m enjoying mommyhood, working my behind off at work (it’s sick season) and celebrating my 7th wedding anniversary with the Moose. The month of February holds the duel challenge of Valentine’s Day in addition to our anniversary. So I decided to redo and clean our office, a.k.a. the 2nd circle of hell as I’ve referred to it since our “clutter” room became Lil Bit’s room and the office assumed some of said clutter. It now boasts new decor, a home for everything and everything in it’s place and a happy husband I believe. I think he was more surprised at some of the handman-type things I accomplished rather than the tidyness.

My Lil Bit’s ever expanding vocabulary also continues to amaze me. Sitting at the dentist office with me a few weeks ago she became very quite then looks at me with big eyes and says, “I am nervous, I am a little nervous mommy.” The hygienist and this empress stifled laughs as we said, “Why are you nervous baby girl? There’s no need to be nervous.” She looks up and shrugs her shoulders, “I dunno, I am just nervous.” My now 3 year old with her perfect annunciated of multi-syllable words….Good grief the time has flown.

Unfortunately this brief post has also flown and I now have to skitter off to bed as I have a very early morning tomorrow and I think some of the bugs I’ve been exposed to at work are trying to catch me. Have a good night y’all!

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