i added a bunch of Joshables in the previous post, but forgot some!
2 more:
Josh found a leather jacket of mine, put it on, went to the mirror and said, "Mom, look at me! I'm like a teeny president!"
J: Daddy, I have a four-pack, what do you have? (meaning abs)
C: Uh, a one pack
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
They just keep comin'
Newsflash: I am a horrible blogger! But I need to keep track of my Joshables, so that's basically what my blog has turned into. Sorry if you like pictures or want to know what else is going on in my life! Here are a few Joshables from the past little while.
Whispering in my ear, "Mommy, I want to take a smooth goosey."
M: A what?
J: A smooth goosey.
M: What is that?
J: You know, it's grandma's big tub with all the bubbles?
M: Oh you mean a jacuzzi?
J: Oh right, a jacuzzi
(it is now forever called a smooth goosey!)
Watching some surgery that was on TV
M: Josh don't watch that, it's gross
J: Mom, I was made to watch gross! It's part of a man's life.
J: Mom, if everyone has talents, I know what Zac's would be...pooping. And I am good at tooting. I guess in our family we just have bathroom talents!
J: Mom, I have been waiting tonsively for kindergarten. Five whole years! That's like, so tonsivish!
J: Mom, have you ever seen a live mouse?
M: Yep
J: Ah man, no fair. I've only seen dead ones. Yep, dead. Dead as a pancake.
J: Mom, isn't it the BEST being an omnivore?!
J: Wow Dad, Mommy must have worked really hard to get you. You're like the greatest Dad ever!
Whispering in my ear, "Mommy, I want to take a smooth goosey."
M: A what?
J: A smooth goosey.
M: What is that?
J: You know, it's grandma's big tub with all the bubbles?
M: Oh you mean a jacuzzi?
J: Oh right, a jacuzzi
(it is now forever called a smooth goosey!)
Watching some surgery that was on TV
M: Josh don't watch that, it's gross
J: Mom, I was made to watch gross! It's part of a man's life.
J: Mom, if everyone has talents, I know what Zac's would be...pooping. And I am good at tooting. I guess in our family we just have bathroom talents!
J: Mom, I have been waiting tonsively for kindergarten. Five whole years! That's like, so tonsivish!
J: Mom, have you ever seen a live mouse?
M: Yep
J: Ah man, no fair. I've only seen dead ones. Yep, dead. Dead as a pancake.
J: Mom, isn't it the BEST being an omnivore?!
J: Wow Dad, Mommy must have worked really hard to get you. You're like the greatest Dad ever!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Some more...
Here is another round of Joshables!
"Mom, do you think Sister Johnson is a carnivore? I do."
"Hey Mom, I'm controlling my body temperature right now, are you?"
on a similar note...
I went in where Josh was taking a bath, and it looked like he was concentrating very intensely.
M: "Josh, what are you doing?"
J: "I'm controlling my body temperature. I LOVE being warm blooded!"
"Mom do you know what my one wish is? I wish that when Jesus comes again, on the very first day, that I could ride on a dinosaur. And then I would like, kick him in the face.....Hey Mom do you think kids will be able to smack grown ups when Jesus comes again?"
"Mom, once your dead, there go your nuts!" (He had no clue what he was saying, he was just being silly. But I got a good laugh at it.)
J: "Mom, I don't think it's appropriate that you wear that."
M: "Why is that?"
J: "Um...because it's a little bit ugly."
"Mom, do you think Sister Johnson is a carnivore? I do."
"Hey Mom, I'm controlling my body temperature right now, are you?"
on a similar note...
I went in where Josh was taking a bath, and it looked like he was concentrating very intensely.
M: "Josh, what are you doing?"
J: "I'm controlling my body temperature. I LOVE being warm blooded!"
"Mom do you know what my one wish is? I wish that when Jesus comes again, on the very first day, that I could ride on a dinosaur. And then I would like, kick him in the face.....Hey Mom do you think kids will be able to smack grown ups when Jesus comes again?"
"Mom, once your dead, there go your nuts!" (He had no clue what he was saying, he was just being silly. But I got a good laugh at it.)
J: "Mom, I don't think it's appropriate that you wear that."
M: "Why is that?"
J: "Um...because it's a little bit ugly."
Monday, May 24, 2010
A Farewell to Jack
To one Jack Bauer:
It is hard to believe that after 8 years, well 8 very long days I should say, that it's all finally over. There have been good times, there have been bad times, but mostly there have been incredibly violent times.
Oh Jack, you have become like good friend over the years. A very, violent, scary kind of friend, who I actually would never really want to come in contact with for fear of being taken hostage, being shot or taken in the always effective sleeper hold, (which I know by now, Jack, one never fights the sleeper hold.)
You've killed more people than I could ever count, Jack. And yet I always find myself hoping for your swift escape, your defensive kill or your enevitable Presidential pardon. Even this year when I found myself hating you as you embarked upon your killing spree of Russian operatives, much like a beauty contestant who has rambled on about the problem of the "youth in asia" during interview round, you make a touching statement about world peace and we're all eating out of the palm of your hand again. Well played.
There's so much I'll miss. You've such a way about you. The unending supply of tight black t-shirts. Your duffle bag you always carry containing machines guns and oozies. The way you're always two steps ahead of any terrorist opponent. But I think what I'll miss most is the way you never, never ever, spoke above a whisper. Those melodic grunts; so forceful and yet so gentle all at the same time.
Yes Jack, we've had a good run. And now you are on the run. I can't believe that upon the sky droid as you said goodbye to Chloe (which I'll admit, did bring tears,) is the last time I'll see your scruffy face...and her somewhat strange face.
You've kepst us safe while killing hundreds. And for that we will be forever grateful. We are also grateful we weren't the poor security guard on duty at a warehouse or loading dock for one of your little terrorist fighting rendevous.
Until we meet again Jack (and can I just say I hope President Palmer can be there too?)...here's to better days my friend. Better days.
Oh and just so you know this blog took place between 12am and 1 am.
It is hard to believe that after 8 years, well 8 very long days I should say, that it's all finally over. There have been good times, there have been bad times, but mostly there have been incredibly violent times.
Oh Jack, you have become like good friend over the years. A very, violent, scary kind of friend, who I actually would never really want to come in contact with for fear of being taken hostage, being shot or taken in the always effective sleeper hold, (which I know by now, Jack, one never fights the sleeper hold.)
You've killed more people than I could ever count, Jack. And yet I always find myself hoping for your swift escape, your defensive kill or your enevitable Presidential pardon. Even this year when I found myself hating you as you embarked upon your killing spree of Russian operatives, much like a beauty contestant who has rambled on about the problem of the "youth in asia" during interview round, you make a touching statement about world peace and we're all eating out of the palm of your hand again. Well played.
There's so much I'll miss. You've such a way about you. The unending supply of tight black t-shirts. Your duffle bag you always carry containing machines guns and oozies. The way you're always two steps ahead of any terrorist opponent. But I think what I'll miss most is the way you never, never ever, spoke above a whisper. Those melodic grunts; so forceful and yet so gentle all at the same time.
Yes Jack, we've had a good run. And now you are on the run. I can't believe that upon the sky droid as you said goodbye to Chloe (which I'll admit, did bring tears,) is the last time I'll see your scruffy face...and her somewhat strange face.
You've kepst us safe while killing hundreds. And for that we will be forever grateful. We are also grateful we weren't the poor security guard on duty at a warehouse or loading dock for one of your little terrorist fighting rendevous.
Until we meet again Jack (and can I just say I hope President Palmer can be there too?)...here's to better days my friend. Better days.
Oh and just so you know this blog took place between 12am and 1 am.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Joshables
It's time for some more! I have been feeling so sad lately that Josh is getting so old, and I've done such a bad job of documenting him. So I'm gonna try and be good from now on. So here are some Joshables from the past little while. Enjoy!
"Mmmmm. This strawberry tastes like love!"
"Oh Grandma, it's like your house is giving me a nice warm hug!"
After explaining to Josh that everyone is special in their own way and Heavenly Father loves everyone, Josh said, (names are changed!) "Mommy, I don't think there is anything good about Billy and Jonny. Really mom. I promise. Well. I guess the only thing is that they chose to come to earth. But I still think they listen to Satan sometimes."
I heard this over the baby moniter one night. Josh was going to bed and I had let him listen to the ipod:
J: "Dad come here! You've gotta hear this!
C: "What is it?"
J: It's fantastic music!
C: What is it?
J: It's the one by Kelly Clark...you know the one about being safe on the street?
C: Which one?
J: You know the one that goes,(belting) "Because of you I stay too safe on the sidewalk. Because of you I learn to stay on the side of the safe sidewalk...(if you know that one you know he's close but not quite there. I love that he thinks it's about pedestrian safety.)
Here are some other misunderstandings:
"When I see your face, hope I give you help, hope I give you help" Very glad he didn't pick up on the real lyrics...I should probably start monitoring my listening!
Overheard him playing The Wizard of Oz:
"I am the great and powerful Oz!"
in a high squeaky voice, "I am Dorothy, the small like meat!" (small and meek...but meat is pretty small sometimes. It makes sense.)
"Mom, when Zac gets his helmet can we like roll him around everywhere and maybe throw things at him?"
Picking up his friend from preschool:
J:"Hey Billy, do you know what sound a cat makes when it's born?"
B: Ummmm, no.
J: Didn't think so.
(Dwight Schrute anyone?)
About twenty times or more a day I get:
"Mom, your the bestest!" "Mom you're the best of my life!" "Mom, you're the best mommy I could have ever had!" "Mommy, I love you so much!" He is the sweetest and the craziest. And I am the luckiest!
"Mmmmm. This strawberry tastes like love!"
"Oh Grandma, it's like your house is giving me a nice warm hug!"
After explaining to Josh that everyone is special in their own way and Heavenly Father loves everyone, Josh said, (names are changed!) "Mommy, I don't think there is anything good about Billy and Jonny. Really mom. I promise. Well. I guess the only thing is that they chose to come to earth. But I still think they listen to Satan sometimes."
I heard this over the baby moniter one night. Josh was going to bed and I had let him listen to the ipod:
J: "Dad come here! You've gotta hear this!
C: "What is it?"
J: It's fantastic music!
C: What is it?
J: It's the one by Kelly Clark...you know the one about being safe on the street?
C: Which one?
J: You know the one that goes,(belting) "Because of you I stay too safe on the sidewalk. Because of you I learn to stay on the side of the safe sidewalk...(if you know that one you know he's close but not quite there. I love that he thinks it's about pedestrian safety.)
Here are some other misunderstandings:
"When I see your face, hope I give you help, hope I give you help" Very glad he didn't pick up on the real lyrics...I should probably start monitoring my listening!
Overheard him playing The Wizard of Oz:
"I am the great and powerful Oz!"
in a high squeaky voice, "I am Dorothy, the small like meat!" (small and meek...but meat is pretty small sometimes. It makes sense.)
"Mom, when Zac gets his helmet can we like roll him around everywhere and maybe throw things at him?"
Picking up his friend from preschool:
J:"Hey Billy, do you know what sound a cat makes when it's born?"
B: Ummmm, no.
J: Didn't think so.
(Dwight Schrute anyone?)
About twenty times or more a day I get:
"Mom, your the bestest!" "Mom you're the best of my life!" "Mom, you're the best mommy I could have ever had!" "Mommy, I love you so much!" He is the sweetest and the craziest. And I am the luckiest!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
A great quote
Recently I heard this quote by C.S. Lewis, and I seem to having it constantly floating around in my head. I don't know why, but it really struck a cord with me. I guess it's because sometimes I feel like a cottage; a decent little cottage. One of my greatest fears as a mom is that my kids won't recognize how amazing they are. I am afraid of mean little kids. I am dreading the day my little boy comes home from school crying and doubting that he is wonderful. I want everyone I love to know that they are a palace! And that means you! Anyway, just thought I'd share this quote for anyone who hasn't read it before.
"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first perhaps, you can understnd what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is he up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of- throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself."
- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
"Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first perhaps, you can understnd what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is he up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of- throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself."
- C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Let's ipod shuffle it!
So I had a friend who "popcorned" me to do the ipod shuffle. You just turn on your ipod and list the first 5 songs that pop up. It actually can be pretty funny if you are honest. So here it goes!
1. Celine Dion, "The Prayer"
2. Britney Spears "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" (pretty sure she's launched herself into the woman category by now. Classic song, so glad it popped up!)
3. Abba, "Dancing Queen" (the best song ever maybe?)
4. Dixie Chicks, "I'm not ready to make nice" (for when I am angry spice!...that rhymed)
5. Jose Feliciano "Feliz Navidad" (what a festive way to end! Josh's absoute fav. We had to limit him to 10 times a day during Christmas.)
A nice little selection. Ok so I want anyone to leave theirs on a comment and I popcorn the following: Bendrea, Bethy, Mary, Holly, Linds and Gina D. Thanks for doing the ipod shuffle!
1. Celine Dion, "The Prayer"
2. Britney Spears "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" (pretty sure she's launched herself into the woman category by now. Classic song, so glad it popped up!)
3. Abba, "Dancing Queen" (the best song ever maybe?)
4. Dixie Chicks, "I'm not ready to make nice" (for when I am angry spice!...that rhymed)
5. Jose Feliciano "Feliz Navidad" (what a festive way to end! Josh's absoute fav. We had to limit him to 10 times a day during Christmas.)
A nice little selection. Ok so I want anyone to leave theirs on a comment and I popcorn the following: Bendrea, Bethy, Mary, Holly, Linds and Gina D. Thanks for doing the ipod shuffle!
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