Sunday morning in the car:
“Dad, birds eat delicious worms.”
“Worms are delicious?”
“Yes, worms are delicious… for a bird!”
Archive for April, 2007
Delicious Worms
Monday, April 30th, 2007Ron and Jane Video
Saturday, April 28th, 2007Watch the video below for news about Jane’s turkey and Ron identifying Mom and Dad. (3 minutes)
Ronisms Live (on camera anyway)
Saturday, April 28th, 2007“stuck” – pronounced [sssss - TuCK] used anytime he’s stuck, something else is stuck, or something isn’t working the way he wants it too. We hear it a lot.
The video is about a minute long.
Eating Pizza
Thursday, April 19th, 2007Tonight, while out to eat:
“Jane, do you want a sandwich or pizza?”
“Pizza!”
“Cheese or pepperoni?”
“Pepperoni!”
“Are you going to eat the pepperonis?”
“No. I’m going to eat the pizza AND the pepperonis!”
The Farm Grows…
Wednesday, April 18th, 2007Jane is continually telling us about the animals she has on her farm. Lately, the descriptions have started to include motions. Today, she informed her mom about her horse all the way home from school. When they got home, Jane was walking funny. “Jane, do you need to use the toilet? You’re walking funny.” “I’m not walking, I’m riding my horse!”
I had heard the horse’s name was not Broka, like most of the other animals (including two dogs named Broka). So I asked her what her horse’s name was, expecting to hear ‘Moany’, like she had said earlier.
“My horse’s name is Moany… Phil Girl Sherwood”
T minus One Month
Tuesday, April 17th, 2007One month until #3 is scheduled to join us. Apparently he’s either a bit shy or too busy kicking his mom to post to the blog. That or maybe he’s just having problems with his WiFi.
Janeism
Tuesday, April 10th, 2007Overheard tonight, and in keeping with the time based Gideon-ism:
“But Mom, it’s already tomorrow.”
Janeism
Sunday, April 8th, 2007“Jane, you need to go use the bathroom.”
“But no!!! If I go use the toilet, Ron will get my toys, and then I’ll be really saaaaaaaddd!”
Earlier, I wasn’t doing something fast enough for her taste, so she said, “Daaaaad, you’re frustrating me!” Complete with the bouncing up and down. A long time ago (like soon after she started talking) I told her to tell me that I was frustrating me instead of fussing/pitching a fit, and she does every so often, but it always surprises me when she does.
[edited for clarity]