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Aubrey’s latest excuse to stay out of bed…

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We stayed up WAY too late last night, and because of that bedtime was more chaotic than usual. (And THAT is saying something.) Emma(2) was screaming and crying which was only exacerbating her already junky cough. (That’s a medical term…) So I swooped in and saved her from the mean old Daddy that was trying to put her in bed and took her to the rocker in Sadie’s (2 mos) room to help her calm down for a bit before tossing her back in the bed.

While I’m rocking away and talking to Emma, Sadie wakes up and starts crying, about this time Aubrey(4) comes waltzing in Sadie’s room and points at her belly and says, “God won’t quit talking to me so I can go to sleep!” I said “Your tummy won’t quit talking to you?” She said, “NO, GOD won’t quit talking to me and I’m trying to sleep!!” I asked, “What is He telling you?” Aubrey replied, “Ummm, just that Him loves me and stuff.” I told her to pray and ask Him to be quiet for a little while so she could sleep and she immediately said, “God will you please be quiet so I can sleep? Momma, He said ALRIGHT!” She went and got in bed and I didn’t hear from her again all night…

Hallelujah

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Aubrey(4) walked into the room this morning and said “Hallelujah.”

“What did you say?” I asked.

“Hallelujah, it’s a word for the Lord… you just say it to say good morning to Him. Hallelujah.”

Well then, hallelujah.

OH NO YOU DIDN’T!

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Aubrey(4) is yelling at me from the bathroom:MOMMA, MOMMA I NEED TOILET PAPER!

I walked out to the garage and grabbed a roll and was walking to the bathroom as she yelled, “MOMMA, WILL YOU BRING ME SOME TOILET PAPER SO I DON’T HAVE TO WIPE WITH THE TOWEL?”
Me:*Blank stare* Aubrey, have you wiped with a towel before?
Aubrey: Hee-hee, maybe last week.
Good God in heaven– time to do laundry.

It’s All Fun & Games Until Somebody Gets Hurt

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A few nights ago, my two-year-old and four-year-old were wrestling on the couch. They had been repeatedly warned to STOP, because Sadie, their infant sister, was lying on the floor close to them.

As Momma always said, “They kept on ’til somebody got hurt.”

Emma, my two-year-old, pulled Aubrey’s hair, so naturally Aubrey bit Emma to get her to release her grip. They were both disciplined.

I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and I heard Zeb consoling Aubrey. Emma was already over it. Zeb said “Aubrey, we only have ONE rule in this house…OBEY! That’s all you have to do!”

She said, still sobbing, “I know. There’s just something so good about being bad!”

We all fell out laughing.

The next morning while eating breakfast Aubrey said “Momma, renember why I bit Emma?” (That’s not a typo, she said renember.)

“Why?” I asked.

“I thought she was a chicken.”

Riiiiight.

Effin Eggs

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Zeb had to work on Saturday a few weeks back. Because he is the most awesome husband alive, (or possibly because he feared for his safety and the safety of his children) he stayed home until around 8:30 so I could sleep late. (Yes, people without children– 8:30 is late.)

I got up, got my coffee, checked my email, updated my Facebook status…all of the important things you do first thing in the morning. My four-year-old, Aubrey, walked over and asked, “Momma, will you make me pancakes?”

“Yes baby. Give me just a second to finish up here.”

“But Momma, there’s only one effin’ egg….”

I still wasn’t really awake. (In case you don’t know me, I prefer not to speak OR be spoken to until about 11:30am, but I have 3 kids under 4, nobody really cares what I think.) I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly….

“WHAT did you say?”

“THERE is only ONE EFFIN EGG!” She was definitely screaming at me.

This could not be. Where would she have heard such language?

“Aubrey, what did you say?”

She began shaking both of her fists in the air, and screamed at the top of her lungs, “DADDY WAS GOING TO MAKE PANCAKES THIS MORNING, BUT THERE WAS ONLY ONE EFFIN EGG!”

Nice.

I called my husband, Zeb, at work and said, “So I heard you were going to make pancakes but there was only one effin egg.”

“Well.. there was only one effin egg.”

Fabulous.

*Disclaimer- She did say “effin” and not the actual “f-bomb.” It’s my silver lining.

About two days later Aubrey walked into the kitchen while I was washing dishes and looked me square in the eye and said, “Skid mark.”

It was my turn to scream… “ZEB!”