It's only late Friday night and I'm just getting around to posting this. Oh well, it's still Friday, right? I mean, what I meant was, IT'S FRIDAY RIGHT!! Wooohooo! I actually jotted some stuff down (which means I texted it to myself) when our kids said funny things this week. New to Das Not Funny! Friday? Well....click here to see what it's all about. A few things have changed since I wrote that first post. Mostly that I don't use the Linky anymore. So, if y'all want to link up, just leave your blog address in the comments. K? k.
Good...now on with the funnies....
Over these last few official weeks of summer we've been pool hoppers. We went once with our friends the Hauts, then we went twice as a family and finally, on Tuesday my Mom and I took all 6 kids to the pool where my parents are members. It was exceedingly fun to watch our big kids (and Aaron) jump off the big diving boards. At one point I swam out into the deep end to watch them closer. Ashlee spots me and swims over to me and says,
"Mom. I want to marry you."
"Ashlee! You can't marry me! For one thing, I'm your Mom and for two I'm a girl and you're a girl."
"No I'm not," she replies with a smirk, "I'm a boy."
"Oh you are?" I respond, "A boy named Ashlee? I guess that's possible but how come you look like a sweet little girl if you're a boy?"
And Ashlee, almost laughing before she speaks, says in the deepest voice her tiny self can muster, "Well. I'm really a boy. Can't you hear?"
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In our former vehicle, the Big Red Beast we had fold down TV screen and VCR.
Yes, I'm serious. A VCR. Who still owns VHS tapes? Only us, apparently.
Anyway, we recently were gifted some giftcards to the Walmarts and we decided that we'd purchase a portable DVD player that we could use in our new van, The Silver Bullet. Typically we only put on a movie when the ride will be over 30-45 minutes long or if we know we are going to be doing a lot of driving around town where only 1 of us is getting in and out of the car. Wednesday night was such a night. As I turned on a movie that had somehow gotten tucked away, Lucas calls to us, from the second row of seats,
"Hey Mom. Back when we were 3 and Elizabets was 5 we loved this movie."
Yep. A whole 3 months ago, son. Good memory! Now, remind me again how you forget to put your shoes in your closet every time you come in the door?
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As we were heading out the door one morning this week I casually asked Ashlee,
"Sis, have your brushed your teeth already this morning?"
To which she responds with, "Yep. I brushed-ed my teeth and now my bad breaf is all gone! Smell!"
Um. I'll take your word for it.
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We have a dog. She's a sweet, sweet dog. She was actually our very first child and will be 8 years old this year. I know I rarely speak of Brinkley, our golden retriever, but truly she is the best dog a Mom of 6 could ever ask for. The kids love her. She responds exceptionally well to whistling and the kids have picked up on this.
Too bad NONE of them can whistle. Ashlee, however, has figured out how to capture Brinkley's attention without the need to whistle. Oooooo yeah folks. My sweet little Drama Princess can SQUEAK HER VOICE TO SOUND JUST LIKE WHISTLING.
It's annoyingly cute.
And apparently, Ashlee has decided that Ella enjoys the same decibel and frequency "whistle" as Brinkley does.
As we rode to church on Wednesday morning for our church's monthly Parent's Day Out (which is just a blessing, can I just tell you?) the following conversation transpires.
Ash, squeaking at Ella in the same tone/decibel/frequency/as whistling for the dog: "HEY ELLA! PRETTY GIRL! YOU LOVE ME DON'T YOU! OH ELLA! ELLA-BELLA! ELLA-BELLA-WELLA!"
Lucas: "Ashwee, nobody 'cept Ella likes that."
Elizabeth: "Yeah. Stop it Ash. It's hurting my head."
Ash, seemingly unphased by their protests, and in fact, raising her volume if that was at all possible: "ELLA-BELL-WELLA!! YOU'RE THE SWEETEST WITTLE GIRL! I WUV YOU ELLA-BELL!! HEY ELLA!!!"
Me, trying not to burst into laughter: "Ash, did you hear them."
Ash: "Yeah, but I wike it anyway. DON'T I ELLA-BELLA-WELLA!?! WE WUV THIS! YOU WUV YOUR BIG SISSY, HUH ELLA-BELLA?!"
Have mercy. If Olivia is on pace to surpass Ashlee's volume and drama, I think I'm going to invest in some solid, heavy-duty ear plugs now. I figure that's cheaper than an eardrum transplant.
Y'all have a great weekend!