Oldie but goodie!

Here's something that I wrote and never posted. Thought I would share!

This week has been full of interesting comments from Emerson. I'll start with the beginning of the week and work my way to the end. Then I'll throw in a quick story from a few weeks back.



Monday--after ballet class, going to Wal-Mart with the family and STILL in her leotard and tights. . .



Em: (furiously doing arm and leg motions while strapped into her booster) "un, duh, twat, un, duh, twat. . .

Me: "Emerson, what are you doing?"

Em: "I'm doing ballet."

Me: "Oh, what are you saying?"

Em: "I'm saying un, duh, twat."

Me: "Oh, are you counting in French?"

Em: "Yes."

Me: "How does it go again?"

Em: "Un, Duh, TWAT!"



Of course by this point Tripp and I are laughing hysterically. I finally tried to convince her the word was trois (pronounced like twat without the t on the end) but she was insistent that the teacher had said twat. I obviously didn't tell her that the word she was saying was not a very nice word to say because some things are better left unsaid but I did try to sway her opinion on how to say the word. No luck for me though. She's still saying twat. . .and of course, she puts the most emphasis on the t at the end. I guess that is to prove her point. I can't wait to tell her ballet teacher what she taught Emerson this week!



Thursday--The kids and I are in the car on the way to Augusta for Cullen's 12 mo. shots. . .



Em: "Mommy, when I grow up I going to have brases."

Me: "What baby?"

Of course she repeats herself this time with more passion.

Me: "You mean bras, sweetie."

Em: "No Mamma, brases."

Me: "What are brases?"

Em: "BRASES."

Me: "Do you mean boobies?"

Em: "No, I already have boobies."

Me: "Oh, I guess that's true. Well, do you mean you want to wear a bra like Mommy?"

Em: "I mean those things that go over your nipples."

Me: "Emerson, those are called bras."

Em: "Okay, well I'm going to have big boobies and wear those things over my nipples."


What can I say? Out of the mouth of babes!

Taste of my own medicine

This morning I took the kids outside to eat a popsicle. Emerson loved hers and Cullen just walked around pretending to eat his and talking about it. He was walking, chanting "sicle, good, yum" to anyone willing to pay him attention, and dripping fake sugary banana goodness. After about 20 minutes the popsicle really started to disintegrate and in one huge lump fell off the stick onto the porch. And this is where my story really begins! Cullen looks down, then looks at me and says "Mama, I break."
me: "You break?"
Cullen: "it break"
me: "it breaked"?
Cullen: "uh huh, yeamam (supposed to be yes mam, it's sooooo cute)"
Then Emerson chimes in: "No Mama, it BROKE, not breaked."

Well, that's what I get for constantly correcting her grammar. I stand corrected, by a 3 year old no doubt!

Confession

I recently got an email asking where my blog had gone. Well, the truth is this. . .I stopped after someone made a comment to me that they hated blogs. The person went on to say how ridiculous it was to post your life on the Internet for people to read and how no one wanted to read it anyway. Who knows if this person remembered that they were on my email list OR that I had emailed my blog to them, however, it struck a nerve in me and I stopped blogging. This is probably surprising to those of you who think I'm completely hard headed and not surprising to those of you who know how much I want everyone to like me. Truthfully, it was silly for me to stop for just one person's comment but it was just my catalyst. There were a few other contributing factors to my lengthy absence to the blogging world. I started thinking about the fact that no one ever commented on my blogs, by email or in person. Well, being the over analyzer that I am, (refer to previous post) I began to think about that combined with the negative comment and I decided that maybe everyone felt the same way. So until I received the email asking about the blog I just assumed that my assumption was correct. But the email also said that the person missed reading my little stories. So, thanks to that person my hope in blogs has been restored. I will continue my quest. . .to share my many mini adventures of motherhood! :)

PS This is by no means a ploy to get comments so no pressure, really! :)