Sunday, December 31, 2006

Here's another one.

When my 15 year old was about 6 or so, his teacher gave them their spelling words and asked them to write a sentence using each spelling word in a sentence. One of the words was stoop. While my son writes, "Jessica Dorn is a stoop." I about died when I saw it. I told him that that was not appropriate. So he went to the table and erased her name and put " I am a stoop." I again told him that would not due and explained the word to him. Sometimes it is very hard not to laugh when our kids are near.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Gingerbread house.

My second oldest daughter, Amanda, which is 22, and I were making a gingerbread house. You know the kind that are pre-cut and ready to build, frost, decorate. Well it comes in a box of course and a cardboard frame to hold it still. As we were nearing the end of the decorating, my 4 year old grand-daughter, Kayla, finds the frame and puts it in front of her face and says, "Look, a picture of me!" and then smiles real big. We laughed till our ribs hurt!

My now 15 year old when he was about 5 or 6.

I recall a time when my now 15 year old son was about 6 years old. We went out to eat at a local restaurant and had ordered our food, then my husband asked for the ashtray. It was setting near Kyle, my now 15 year old. Kyle then picked it up and said, "Sure, I'm not an alcoholic!"

Birds

One day while my husband was taking our grand-daughter to school she say a flock of geese fly through the sky. She pointed up at the sky and said to grandpa. "Look Grandpa a herd of eagles!"

Here's a copy from my other blog.

If anyone has grand kids, this might sound familiar. My husband takes our soon to be 4 year old grand daughter to pre-school 4 days a week. On the way there, she saw a flock of geese heading south for the winter. Out of nowhere she says, "Grandpa, look, a heard of eagles!"Also, a different day of course, Grandpa come down from the bathroom, that is upstairs, to find the same grand-daughter marking on her socks with a marker. When Grandpa asked, "Why are you marking on your socks?" she replied innocently, "It's your fault, you weren't watching me."