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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.

Aubrey Said: I Feel Like Crap

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Aubrey (5) walked in from school this afternoon and said, “I feel like cramp.” Shuggie said, “What?”
“I feel like CRAMP!”

Somebody needs to clean up their mouth around here…that’s all I’m sayin’.

Emma’s Antics

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This morning while I was catching up on some work, Emma (3) was playing in Baby Sadie’s room. (Sadie, you’ll be glad to know, was NOT in the room with her.) Emma had been missing for a little too long, and she was a little too quiet.
“Emma? EMMA?”
“Vat Momma?” She yelled from the other the room.
“What are you doing in there?”
“Ummm, no-ting!”
“Come here.”
“VAT MOMMA?” Emma asked, exasperated as she walked into the den.
“What are you doing in there?”
“I’m NOT eating dat candy, Momma. I’m not.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope, I not. I not put dat candy in my mouf. Mm-mm. Nope, I didn’t. And I didn’t chew it up Momma…”
“Really?”
“Nope, and I not swallow it either Momma.”

I’m so sure.