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Toby: Mom...what's a sweet tooth?






Me: It just means you really like to eat sweets...






::wheels spinning pause::






Toby: Well, I don't have a sweet tooth. But I sure do have a "meat" tooth!






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Bristel would like to know if your...







yester-night







was







pink-a-lish?




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The Scene: (If you're not an Amazing Race fan this'll fly right over) So Bri likes to hang with me while I get dressed. And...there I stood...in all my matching "skippies" glory. When she exclaims...








Oh mommy...you should be on the Amazing Race!








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Thank you Octo-mom for the following teachable moment whilst running errands...







Bristel: I wanna get married and have lots of kids





Toby: (in an I'm 8 therefore I know everything voice) You don't have to be married to have kids!



Bristel: (with a gasp) YES YOU DO!



Toby: Well that mom with eight babies on tv isn't!




What was my response you ask? What nugget of parenting wisdom do I have to share?



When things get sticky...and you're in the car...and too zonked to tackle a ummmmmm delicate topic...




lean forward...





ever so slowly so as not to be obvious...





and CRANK the tunes as loud as possible! Works every time!



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Bristel has randomly declared...




The Dentist is AWESOME!




after her most recent tooth cleaning appointment.




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So I remember flipping through this magazine once...




and skimming this interview with this gorgeous actress. Don't remember who...




but I'm totally trying to adopt her philosophy that dark under eyes are sexy!


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In spite of the nasty seizure week we've had...



Trevy did something new that melted my heart!



We have this little climber-slide combo thing-y in our yard. And I've been working with Trev for weeks...on how to climb it. But more importantly...how to sit & scooch to the slide.



And sooooooo...



I hand over hand helped his footsies climb up. And once he was at the top...took a deep breath and let go to see what would happen...




and he toddled a couple steps. Plopped his sweet cheeks down. And scooched to the slide!!!!!




And weeeeeeeeeeeeeee down he went!




Which prompted a mommy-happy dance to the neighbors dismay!



::wink::

Comments

blogzilly said…
Nothing, NOTHING beats it when they learn something they did not do yesterday.

Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
Adesta said…
Yea Trevy!!! Way to go buddy!!!

I love your random-nings D!!! lol...

Toby and I are the same way...we definitely have a meat tooth!!! lol...

And for Bri...my yester-night was definitely pink-a-lish! *grins*
Shanna Grimes said…
Those kids are so darn cute! Yes, our yester night was pink a lish! Is there any other way to spend a yester night? I admit, I also have a meat tooth, however, the main reason I can seem to fit in my skinny jeans is my bread tooth :) Trevy! Kay tries to give me a heart attack by climbing the big kid slide @ the park ever since the OT taught her to climb the ladder :)

D- matching skibs? Wow, I just throw on what ever is on top in the drawer ;) Javi manage to walk in a when I was in my skibs and say he wants me to drop a few lbs so I will be skinny again. I told him "that's my plan".
Katie Ireland said…
Always love your random stories! Your kids are hilarious. Like your move in the car too...

Yeah Trevor! Way to go!

Katie
Okay...I am so jealous. Because your kids are just too darn cute :)
JSmith5780 said…
Dark under eyes sexy?? If so I could win the prize. The doc tells me it's genetic so no matter the amount of sleep, they will always be there. Damn those genes!

Yeah Trevy on the slide! And I, too, just crank the music. SOOO much easier some days!

Hope you hear from Dr Rockstar soon!
Anonymous said…
I went to share with Pops about the funny things the kids say but he had already read them. We both had a good laugh about the meat tooth.

MOM

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