Who's the Blog?

Jackson said some funny things today expressing his discomfort with me being the mom and him being the 4 year old boy that must obey...
It started when he walked by me today and I overheard him mumbling, "Sometimes I wish I was the boss."
Then tonight he did not want to go to bed. I finally got stern with him and he began to cry giant, bitter tears. I asked him why he was crying and he said so pitifully, "because you always tell me what to do!"
Umm, yeah buddy. It's in my job description!


On a side note I always have the kids draw pictures of what I am reading to them from the Bible. It helps them to pay attention and gives them a visual to the Bible Story we are reading.
Yesterday we were reading from Matthew about loving our enemies.
Jack drew some mean boys. I told him to draw a heart around the boys because we have to love those who hurt us.
Jack said, "I am drawing myself."
I asked him what he was doing in the drawing, sure he was gonna say praying for them or loving them.
Instead he said, "I am punching them."
Most days all I can do is shake my head.

bigger than a blog box?

A certain 7 year old, we'll call her Jessica*, said something very funny today!

Her stomach was hurting and she said,"I think I have Lactoast Intolerence. That means your allergic to toast and milk right???"

*names have been changed to protect the sensitive

"Dad, I'm not a blogular!"

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One or more of my kids wakes us up with some sort of emergency every night. If it's not a hungry baby, it's a bad dream, or someone is thirsty, or someone has a head cold...or my least favorite, the dreaded stomach flu!
We are pretty big softies and we have a big bed so we usually let the little offender climb in with us and then we endure a long night of being kicked and elbowed by little appendages. (On a side note how can someone so small take up an ENTIRE king sized bed????)
I don't remember any nights cozying up with my parents after a scary dream or while I was sick. I learned quite early this wasn't an option. You see one night after a particularly bad dream I padded down the hallway to get some comfort from my parents. I remember feeling quite nervous that they weren't gonna be happy with the interruption, but I was really scared.
I quietly tapped a few times on thier door, but when I heard my dad mumble from inside I froze. I guess it was the after effects of the bad dream, but I was too petrified to move! My dad called out a little louder asking who it was, but I couldn't answer.

The next thing I know the door swings open and there is my dad in his UNDERWEAR with a SHOT GUN in his hands!!!!

Apparently they thought I was a couple of burgulars and the light tapping sound was their code! Needless to say I never tried to sleep with them again!

skull and cross blogs

My kids made me make up 100 skeleton jokes today, some of their favorites were...

"What does a skeleton toot smell like?"...DEATH

"Why did a skeleton get an F on the spelling test?"...He had no brains

"Why did the skeleton cross the road?"...to "cross over" to the other side
(I had to rack my brains for these!!!)

Then they tried some of their own...

Jacey's best-
"Why did they skeleton hate herself?"... because when she looked in the mirror she scared herself!

Jack's best-
"Why did the army of skeletons cross the road?"...because they shoot the cars!!

Jack then said, "that is my faborite joke eber, because I made it up!" (His v's are b's)

A princess, a pumpkin, and a Jack-o-lantern, but no bloglins!