MORE TEXTS FROM STRAWBERRY AND SHORTCAKE...

On Saturdays, I tell the girls to let Mom sleep in.  They are old enough now to get up, get their breakfast, and watch a few cartoons while Mommy recovers a bit.  Every once in awhile, if I'm taking too long to get up, one of the girls will come crawl in bed with me, coax me out, torture me until I get up, or whatever it takes.  I had a text saved in my phone from Strawberry...about ten months ago....December 2010.  I forgot about it until I saw it today. 

It must have been one of those mornings I didn't want to get up.  She took my cell phone off my nightstand, texted me...and left the room....  My phone beeped. I picked it up.  With sleepy eyes I read: 

"Hi mommy I love you now get your donkey out of bed".

Love my kids.

Smarter Than Her Math Score Indicates....

Strawberry gets into the car yesterday and announces that she had an especially hard math test that day.   Out of 30 problems...she missed 16.

Strawberrry:  "But why do they have to make it so hard!?"

Me:  "Well, so they are able to test you and find out what you do know and what you don't know." 

Strawberry:  "Well, I think they got their answer."

TEXTS FROM STRAWBERRY and SHORTCAKE...

This is going to be a little "segment" I do from time to time -- starting now.  It's called "Texts From Strawberry and Shortcake...."  It's pretty self explanatory.  As parents, our kids get ahold of our cell phones and play with them.  Later, I'll be checking my texting "inbox", and find a GEM from the girls in there for me.  Here's one of my favorites:

(Sent from Shortcake)  "Hi. Mommy this. Is. Katy.Perry.    Mommy. I. Love. Her. I. Rile. Like. Her. O ya. O.Ya. O. Ya. O. Ya from :-) mckenna"

Stand Your Ground...

I'm sitting in my bedroom, checking my Facebook, overhearing this conversation between my girls (who are also hanging out in their bedroom):

Shortcake: "SMELL MY FEET!"
Strawberry: "NO."
Shortcake: "SMELL MY FEET!"
Strawberry: "NO."
Shortcake: "SMELL MY FEET!"
Strawberry: "NO."
Shortcake: "SMELL MY FEET!"
Strawberry:  "NO."
 
Wierdos.  They definitely belong to our family. 

HUMP Day...

(I found this old blog post that never posted in the archives. 

Technically, this happened about a year ago this May.  But I had to share...)

The days of "innocence" in our home...may be past us.

Berkeley and I are talking tonight.  The topic of the saying "That's What She Said" came up.  This is the conversation:

Berkeley:  "What does that mean, anyway?"

Me:  "That's What She Said"? 

Berkeley:  "Yeah."

Me:  "Um, well...let me think of a way to explain it so that a kid can understand it.  Because it's a saying that adults use. And it's kind of naughty."

Berkeley:  "Just tell me, Mom.  I'm not FIVE anymore!"

Me: (smiling...) "No, you're NINE!"

Berkeley:  "Mom, I already know about kissing.  And humping.  In fact, ****** and I were just talking the other day and she said: "Wasn't it wierd when they were kissing in bed in 'Marly and Me'?"  And I told her..."Well, they were trying to make a baby."  And she said  "Ew!" 

Me: "Well, it's time for us to take stuff out to the car...so go get your shoes on."

Usually this type of distraction method does not work for Berkeley, but this time it did.  So in my head I was cheering:

"Hallelujah!!"

Then my brain replied: 

"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!"