- August 26, 2009
- 5 Comments
- Funny Funnerson, iPhone, Lucy, My Spawn, Olivia
My Little Girls
Don’t let the picture fool ya. All that “primping”… all that pink. Because as soon as they step away from the mirror, one will hear/observe things like I experienced last night while we waited for big brother’s soccer practice to end…
Olivia (7) sat on the grass (criss-cross applesauce-style) while Lucy (4) spun about like the Tazmanian Devil. I had no idea Lucy even had her ears on to involve herself in Olivia’s farty escapade… Surely all her spinning and madness caused her ears to fly off. Not so much.
Olivia shouted for all the parents to hear: “RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!”
Her warning was of no help. For as soon as the “s” in “lives” left her lips… a ground rumbling fart parted the waves of grass across the span of at least 2 soccer fields. Before I even had time to plug my nose or hide from the good soccer moms… Lucy shouted, “FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!!” and ducked for cover behind a pole-thing.
And I stood there. Then I took out my iPhone and sent myself an email about what happened so I wouldn’t forget. And Olivia said, “Are you gonna blog that Mom?” And I was all, “Uhhh… YEAH!” And I also was all, “And by the way… don’t do that again. That’s bad manners.” And then I was all, “I must say that was really funny, girls. But don’t do that again.” And I snorted. And so did Olivia. And then we both snorted again.
By the way, I’ve been hydrating thanks to the Crystal Water Way Challenge… I’ve been doing a pretty good job!
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Ha! Your girls are dainty.
I was talking to a dude at the phone store yesterday (did you know that if you wash your phone in your laundry, good fortune may rescue it for a few months but it WILL eventually completely die?) and had my 3 month old little girl on my shoulder. She gave this random big burp and startled the clerk. I can just imagine if she’d let out one of her really big belches, or her customary sympony of toots.
Apparently, I’m not supposed to bring the baby to bed at night because her farts keep my husband up.
*Snort*. Heh heh. I snorted too.
A few tears actually fell during that one. Happy laughing tears of course.
Your girls are funny.
Girls will girls- and occasionally sailors.
Aren’t they precious! And just like mom – and I mean that in every possible good sense!
Just read your post to Kristian…he declared with the certaintude of someone who knows “She’s got skillz.” ‘Nuf said. *snort*
I always think I’ll be the worst disciplinarian to Sienna because when she gets older and does her funny stuff I’m going be all like “that was funny, that was totally funny, I want to ground out, but i can’t…want to go our for ice cream?”
