tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45808178712045234272024-03-05T19:43:40.674-08:00Yes, I do like to Ramble...Jodi Gallagherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01087852478974165238noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580817871204523427.post-39782327250755274372011-02-11T12:50:00.000-08:002011-02-11T12:50:00.696-08:00Chimichanga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtkn8m7caAPlLgTlwrSdoO4lXkmY50GypJ1D8uCWxlTE5l1NKjp5oNU4x_Gm7f5yzV2qRS4DvVj6lcwhV9c0lwlQsux6SlTpR7n-p7Gi5kI8wRixVXLDSojDSUTJhSG3K7sS42iz3TV18V/s1600/DSC_1952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtkn8m7caAPlLgTlwrSdoO4lXkmY50GypJ1D8uCWxlTE5l1NKjp5oNU4x_Gm7f5yzV2qRS4DvVj6lcwhV9c0lwlQsux6SlTpR7n-p7Gi5kI8wRixVXLDSojDSUTJhSG3K7sS42iz3TV18V/s400/DSC_1952.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As my 5 year old and I were playing the Polynesian Cultural Center memory game, he kept saying "Yes, I just won chimichanga!" I couldn't figure out what he was talking about then the next tiles that said Tonga that he won he said it again. I couldn't stop laughing..how do you get Tonga and Chimichanga mixed up? Hehehe, I love this kid!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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How do I get mad to that response? I don't. I instead tell him that he gets to babysit him all morning! Oh the joys of big brothers loving their baby brothers too much! <br />
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Today as I drove around with Coleson and Bryton, Bryton talked nonstop. I think I answered about 50 questions, listened to lots of statements and laughed alot. Here are a few.<br />
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"Mom don't eat the wrapper, it doesn't taste good." <br />
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"Mom sometimes cops run but not fast cause they eat too many dounuts huh." <br />
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"Mom girls don't fart huh...only boys do." (that one had me in tears laughing.)<br />
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"Mom you know what your doing huh."<br />
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"Mom we need to have lots more kids in our family huh." <br />
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"Moms are the bosses, not Dads huh."<br />
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"Mom, you don't have a cookie huh, only I do, if you were a little boy you could have one huh."<br />
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"Mom, Coleson was in your tummy huh, was I in your tummy or Dads?"<br />
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"Mom girls can't stand to pee huh, they don't know how to aim like boys." (giggling again)<br />
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"Mom my shoes are gangsta huh?" (obviosly from Tay...)<br />
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"Mom, Kailee gets home first cause she runs the fastest huh." (her School gets out earlier than the other kids)<br />
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"Mom santa needs to come live with us, then he can tell you when we are good or bad and if we really are sleeping huh." <br />
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The questions and statements were all so funny, I wish I could remember them all. He says things like this daily. He's such a silly kid. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_PD6TqHQro55D_YTr6wdIPJmutZywJKuBf5h93Zcv2qsdVayk3vnLVdQlgMwmb_OehIERng31e_yVL1uEysF4Sgvr0Vyhz-4dRYVxKbXuCzVfRLRb0_CnLHbMmpMDfS-FgusH-PwJ8dF/s1600/ralphie_soap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_PD6TqHQro55D_YTr6wdIPJmutZywJKuBf5h93Zcv2qsdVayk3vnLVdQlgMwmb_OehIERng31e_yVL1uEysF4Sgvr0Vyhz-4dRYVxKbXuCzVfRLRb0_CnLHbMmpMDfS-FgusH-PwJ8dF/s320/ralphie_soap.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My kiddos love going to the skatepark. One problem though, the dang teenagers over there have such potty mouths. I told the teens to watch their language, which I'm sure they thought was hilarious. One kid in particular said a few choice words in front of us and I pounced on him and shoved a bar of soap in his mouth and made him say uncle.......well I should have! I pulled out the video camera and pretended to video tape them, and told my kids in a very loud voice "man these kids moms are sure going to be surprised to hear what their kids have been saying..." Well lets just say the language cleaned up dramatically! He he he I'm so dang sneaky! :)</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPjfL7vP0XZtkj3X-XR-286dEMhEQJ3THlNX5XYqcBnEWgCYR0-PuaXPbT1M7zGED4EZzdoJLo85klh1yCYAbeV1rdWVmgfT0Qoq3oRXm8R5PMswTH5jEiAQKjtZ5ZjAL08MsdOEicH95/s1600/popcorn-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPjfL7vP0XZtkj3X-XR-286dEMhEQJ3THlNX5XYqcBnEWgCYR0-PuaXPbT1M7zGED4EZzdoJLo85klh1yCYAbeV1rdWVmgfT0Qoq3oRXm8R5PMswTH5jEiAQKjtZ5ZjAL08MsdOEicH95/s320/popcorn-tree.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yesterday we were out on the deck eating some popcorn and one of my kids says, "I really want to plant a popcorn tree".....so he takes the kernels that are left in the bag and throws them over the deck onto the grass and says "plant yourselves my little seeds, plant yourselves." Ummmm don't even know how to respond to that one! I'll just let him believe that 1. There are popcorn trees, 2. cooked kernels are seeds, 3. planting themselves will work! wink wink. Funny kid!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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