Well I suppose I will go ahead and face my utter stupidity again and just post this thing since it's already showed up on mine and Mike's google reader and anyone else who is a glutton for that much punishment that they continue to subscribe to this blog. At least now it makes sense. I have got to stop doing this.
This conversation occurred out of nowhere the other day:
Naomi: Listen. God knows every one.
Me: uh huh?
Naomi: And God loves everyone...
Naomi: But the family that God loves the MOST is the Hahns........ in South Bend.
Mike much be teaching her theology again.
Here are a few random declarations from the mouth of Bernadette in her voice that is always at a screaming level. Always:
"You are the most expensive girl in the whole world!!" -- This one was directed at me.
"You're not a lady! You're a daughter!!" -- to Naomi
I thought I smelled something poopish today and asked Bernadette if she could come over for me to check her diaper, to which she replied:
"Oh yes! You can check it. But before you change me I want you to pick up those corn muffins... "
There were no corn muffins.
Naomi runs into the kitchen excitedly (always) and says:
"Mom! Come and see! What do you think I did?
-I walk slowly over hoping that nothing has been destroyed and she announces:
"This is my conditional fort!!"
It was a blanket draped over Lucy's exersaucer.
The other night before bed I was telling the girls that it had been a really tough day and that they weren't making it easy for me with their bad behavior and Naomi breaks in:
"Oh, I know! Sometimes Fireball Tireball (her freakishly named stuffed dog) is really bad. Especially on Saturdays and Sundays when he has too much energy, he gets into so many naughty things. I know, it is so hard..."
Glad you can understand.
Naomi insisting that the pig in "If you give a pig a pancake" cannot be a girl:
"I don't see any of those things... (points to her chest area)... those pointy things that grow..."
I promptly change the subject
That's all for now.