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The Moultrie News

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Click HERE to read today’s article in The Moultrie News! My mother gains a new appreciation for the carpool line…

Momma Said: We Do NOT Bite Balls

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It sounds a lot worse than it really was. Tonight as I was tucking Aubrey and Emma into bed, Emma had a small basketball she was carrying around as if it was a baby. While I was reading “Pinkalicious” and trying to be a very sweet Mommy, Emma chunked the ball at her sister’s head.

“EMMA! Stop it. If you throw the ball again I will take it away.”

“I didn’t do it Momma, it did it all by it-sef. Mm-hmm, yeah. It did.”

With a completely serious face I picked the ball up looked it straight in its, um, face (?) and talked to it, “You listen to me, Ball. If you can’t behave you will not sleep in Emma’s bed! Do you understand?”

“Him under-dan, Momma.”

The ball slipped from my hand as I tried to put it back in Emma’s bed and before I could bend over to pick it up, Aubrey lunged of her bed and picked it up with her teeth.

“Aubrey! Stop it! We don’t bite balls! Ever-” I couldn’t even finish reprimanding her, much less reading “Pinkalicious” without laughing hysterically. Aubrey and Emma laughed with me…hopefully because I was laughing and not because they understood what I had said…

I don’t even HAVE a boy. How do I end up talking about this stuff all the time???

Momma Said: Home School, Anyone?

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This afternoon I was getting some work done on the computer and Aubrey said, “Mommy I got to be the line leader at school today because I was the ONLY one wearing orange underwear!”

My heart skipped a beat.

Just yesterday I got a letter from her school telling me they were going to be giving free H1N1 vaccines at school and “parents are strongly discouraged from attending.” Now I understand that they don’t want all the parents hanging out at school all day waiting for some poor DHEC employee to give their kid a shot, BUT the letter also said, “We will not be forcing the shot on any of the children.”

So lemme get this straight. You will give my child a shot, at school, without me there to hold her hand and coax her into being still…but if my FIVE YEAR OLD says, “Pass.” You WON’T give it to her? THIS sounds like a great plan, I can only imagine all the children who will be lining up and begging to get a shot without their mommies there.

So with this hare-brained scheme in mind, I was a little worried when Aubrey said they chose the line leader based on underwear color.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“SHE AXED WHO HAD ORANGE UNDERWEAR AND I WON!”

“Who asked Aubrey? Who?”

“I don’t know! Some girl on the playground!”

Oh. My. Lanta.

“Aubrey, did you show her your underwear?”

“Well…yes.”

I’m starting to see why so many people home school.

Emma Said: I Can’t Read

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I just went into Aubrey and Emma’s room to give them one last kiss before turning the lights out and found Emma propped up in bed reading her Bible.
“Oh honey! Are you reading your Bible?” I asked.
She dropped the book and looked at me like I was a complete moron and said, “Wellllll, I can’t wead Momma!”

Then what exactly was she doing?

My VERY First Blog Giveaway!

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Alright people, who wants some free stuff? I thought so.

This is my Very First Blog Giveaway. Here’s the deal. From now until December 1, 2009 I will be having a contest. All you have to do is comment on my blog (replying to emails, or commenting on links on Facebook or twitter do not count, you MUST leave your comment in the comments section of the blog.) For every comment you leave (one entry per blog post) you get one entry for a drawing for The Grand Prize. You CAN leave comments on older posts and receive an entry for those but you will only get one entry per blog post.

If you are not a follower of the blog and sign up as a follower (SEE FAQs LINK if you need help signing up), you get an extra entry. If you refer someone to the blog and they sign up as a follower, you get an extra entry (they will have to TELL me you sent them, I’m not psychic!) If the person you refer signs up AND leaves a comment, you get ANOTHER entry.

I will draw names out of a hat on December 1st for The Grand Prize- a $45 gift card to the online t-shirt boutique for kids Backyard Babies. I will post the winner’s name on the blog December 1st. Check out the site…you know you want to win.

Emma Said: I Need to Tell You Sumpin

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Almost every night Emma gets out of the bed and says, “I meed to tell you sumpin…”
“What Emma? What is it?”
“Um….I wub you berry much.”
“I love you, too. Get back in the bed. Now.”

Tonight she came out of her bedroom, walked up to Shuggie and said, “I meed to tell you about bobcats.”

WHAT? I couldn’t even put her back in the bed. I was riveted. What did my 3 year old know about bobcats? I’m thinking she deserves a prize for Most Original Reason to Get Out of the Bed.

(Apparently, in Emma’s mind, “Bobcats eat wats, but wats eat people.” I assured her that the food chain was, human>bobcat>rat…but she was pretty skeptical.)

Aubrey Said: Show and Tell Slip

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This morning Shuggie got Aubrey (5 years old) dressed and ready for school. Aubrey chose a red long sleeve dress, but my mom was concerned that Aubrey needed a slip or a camisole under her dress because it was so cold outside. They dug around in Aubrey’s room and found a suitable undergarment. As they were walking to school Aubrey realized that today was Show and Tell and she had forgotten to bring something.

“Sorry,” my mom said, “it’s too late. We don’t have time to go back home.” “Oh, it’s OK.” Aubrey said, “I’ll just show my slip!”

My mom explained to Aubrey that a slip is basically underwear and not something she needed to be showing off at school. “It’s private Aubrey.” Shuggie said, “You don’t need to talk about it or show it to anybody.”

About that time they walked past Caleb’s house. As soon as Aubrey laid eyes on Caleb she blurted out, “I’m-not-wearing-anyfing-under-my-dress!” Confused, Caleb said, “Oh.” “Aubrey, just STOP talking about it!” Shuggie said.

At this point Aubrey switched to saying, “Caleb. I’m-not-going-to-tell-you-what’s-under-my-dress,” repeatedly.

Today is going to be a crap shoot at best. Depending on how Aubrey times the inevitable showing of her slip, she is either going to be a) calling me from the principal’s office, or b) the most popular girl in her class.