Yesterday Miles made his first action on the potty, and it was a #2!
He told Kyle and I that he had to poop, but he jokes all he time about his bathroom needs that we just thought he was playing around, and then he said it again... "I poop".
We took off his clothes, and he got up on the toilet. he sat there for a while making funny noises, and pumping his fist. He kept on saying "I poop", but nothing was happening. By now the entire family was in the bathroom. Miles on the toilet, Zoe was looking in the mirror, and Kyle and I just standing there holding a separate unrelated conversation (Its weird, but we all gather in the bathroom quite a bit..). Anyways, I grew impatient, and left the room, Zoe was now somewhere else doing something, and Kyle was standing in the hall between the bathroom & our bedroom talking to me.
And then it happened! Kyle thought he heard a "plop".
I thought it was Miles' pacifier falling in to the toilet. We all got up, and ran into the bathroom, and there he was still sitting on the toilet as calm as could be. Kyle asked "Miles, did you poop", Miles shook head head yes. Kyle (our certified smell investigator) took a look, and sho' nuff the boy had pooped!! We (Zoe, Kyle and I) sang "Go Miles, you poo poo in the potty it's your birthday, Go Miles is your birthday, you poo poo in the potty" it was a real live house party with clapping and stomping and whoo hooing...
Of course poo poo parties don't last long, and someone always has to clean up afterwards....
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Anxiety won't last always....
Today I was blessed!
I was blessed enough to hear a sermon today at church that spoke directly to me and my specific situation.
I know that I am not the only person that goes through "stuff" but sometimes when I'm in the midst of my mess I feel...alone
Lately I've been anxious. I was/am anxious about my family's health (Zoe had strep throat last week, and I was afraid that Miles would catch it ), family finances (juggling 2 mortgages, a business and a family budget) and some "faith issues" as well. I started to feel my self shut down emotionally. I started getting migraines and back aches. I felt isolated and angry for no reason.
But today, God remembered Trish!
I had to be reminded that God had my back, and that he is in control. I had to feel God's presence, which was something that I started to feel a little disconnected from. But then, God remembered me!
Today I realized that all of the anxiety, stress, isolation, and anger that I had been feeling was because I tried to take control of what God has already promised that he would do. I tried to control what was out of my hands.
I realized that God had not abandoned me. I was not forgotten. God knows what's going on, even when I can't. He knows me by name.
There will still be times when the whole family is sick, I may even miss a payment on something, but the one thing I know is that God will remember me, because anxiety/hopelessness/sadness/depression/poverty/despair/hate won't last always!
Be Blessed,
Patricia
I was blessed enough to hear a sermon today at church that spoke directly to me and my specific situation.
I know that I am not the only person that goes through "stuff" but sometimes when I'm in the midst of my mess I feel...alone
Lately I've been anxious. I was/am anxious about my family's health (Zoe had strep throat last week, and I was afraid that Miles would catch it ), family finances (juggling 2 mortgages, a business and a family budget) and some "faith issues" as well. I started to feel my self shut down emotionally. I started getting migraines and back aches. I felt isolated and angry for no reason.
But today, God remembered Trish!
I had to be reminded that God had my back, and that he is in control. I had to feel God's presence, which was something that I started to feel a little disconnected from. But then, God remembered me!
Today I realized that all of the anxiety, stress, isolation, and anger that I had been feeling was because I tried to take control of what God has already promised that he would do. I tried to control what was out of my hands.
I realized that God had not abandoned me. I was not forgotten. God knows what's going on, even when I can't. He knows me by name.
There will still be times when the whole family is sick, I may even miss a payment on something, but the one thing I know is that God will remember me, because anxiety/hopelessness/sadness/depression/poverty/despair/hate won't last always!
Be Blessed,
Patricia
Birthday Shout Out!
Go Jen, It's Your Birthday!
Go Jen, It's Your Birthday!
Go,Go,Go,Go
Happy Birthday Jen!
Go Jen, It's Your Birthday!
Go,Go,Go,Go
Happy Birthday Jen!
Friday, October 24, 2008
A letter to a man I know...
Hey Buddy! What’s up? How are you? I haven’t seen or heard from you in almost a year, and I miss you. Wow! A lot has changed since you left …
When I first met you I remember thinking, hey who’s this young dude standing up there talking to everybody… I immediately liked you. I thought that you were people oriented, and you got things done. My husband on the other hand thought that you were a show off... It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that he realized that you weren’t. Man I really miss you!
I remember you had a family. A beautiful brown skinned wife with a wonderful “we can do it” attitude and two lively children. How are they?
It’s been almost a year since I last saw you. I remember there was some big meeting at our “organization” where you announced your plans to move on, but I was going through some stuff that day, and I totally missed the meeting. I wish I would’ve e-mailed or called you to let you know what I was going through. You were always so helpful and so real with me.. I wish I could e-mail you now, to let you know how I feel about the Team that you left behind. We’re suffering over here. We really are. Half of us are just doing “stuff” and the other half of us have left. And those of us, who are here, need direction. We need someone like you to come back and be real with us. This past year has been so damn watered down from the truth, so sugar coated. So fucking FAKE!
I’m sitting here trying to tell myself that maybe this is all part of my growth, but how can I grow with no support? YOU YELL ME THAT?!? How am I supposed to grow in an environment where every time I try to do something my efforts are squashed? Please tell me? I’m lost, and I’m afraid. I want to leave this stupid organization and go join another. But something is holding me back. Something is telling me that this is where I should be. But I am SO DAMN MISERABLE! I’m tired of showing up and sitting alone, I’m tired of participating ALONE. I’m tired of giving my two cents just to have it thrown backing my face via e-mail or text message. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!?
I really just don’t know how much more of this I can take… Here’s what I’m gonna do. Over the next few weeks, I’m going to visit a few organizations, and see what’s out there. Perhaps this Small Organization thingy just isn’t for me... Maybe I need to take some time off of organizations all together. No, I still want to work for the big guy; I mean he’s great... I just don’t like this office…
I’ll get back to you in a few weeks to let you know what happened. I have no idea if you’ll ever see this letter, but maybe someone out there who knows the both of us will direct you to this blog.
Yours Truly,
Patricia
When I first met you I remember thinking, hey who’s this young dude standing up there talking to everybody… I immediately liked you. I thought that you were people oriented, and you got things done. My husband on the other hand thought that you were a show off... It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that he realized that you weren’t. Man I really miss you!
I remember you had a family. A beautiful brown skinned wife with a wonderful “we can do it” attitude and two lively children. How are they?
It’s been almost a year since I last saw you. I remember there was some big meeting at our “organization” where you announced your plans to move on, but I was going through some stuff that day, and I totally missed the meeting. I wish I would’ve e-mailed or called you to let you know what I was going through. You were always so helpful and so real with me.. I wish I could e-mail you now, to let you know how I feel about the Team that you left behind. We’re suffering over here. We really are. Half of us are just doing “stuff” and the other half of us have left. And those of us, who are here, need direction. We need someone like you to come back and be real with us. This past year has been so damn watered down from the truth, so sugar coated. So fucking FAKE!
I’m sitting here trying to tell myself that maybe this is all part of my growth, but how can I grow with no support? YOU YELL ME THAT?!? How am I supposed to grow in an environment where every time I try to do something my efforts are squashed? Please tell me? I’m lost, and I’m afraid. I want to leave this stupid organization and go join another. But something is holding me back. Something is telling me that this is where I should be. But I am SO DAMN MISERABLE! I’m tired of showing up and sitting alone, I’m tired of participating ALONE. I’m tired of giving my two cents just to have it thrown backing my face via e-mail or text message. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!?
I really just don’t know how much more of this I can take… Here’s what I’m gonna do. Over the next few weeks, I’m going to visit a few organizations, and see what’s out there. Perhaps this Small Organization thingy just isn’t for me... Maybe I need to take some time off of organizations all together. No, I still want to work for the big guy; I mean he’s great... I just don’t like this office…
I’ll get back to you in a few weeks to let you know what happened. I have no idea if you’ll ever see this letter, but maybe someone out there who knows the both of us will direct you to this blog.
Yours Truly,
Patricia
Friday, October 17, 2008
Some Funny Footage
I Thought you'd find this funny, I asked Miles if he was tired, and he told me "no !" a few minutes later I caught this... Keep your eyes on his legs
Miles and his NEW Toy...
Yesterday Miles got a new toy.
Well actually he got three new toys.
I didn't buy them, Kyle didn't buy them, and no one gave them to him... He sort of found them.
I walked into my bedroom last night to find miles playing with some Tampons. I didn't realize right away, all I saw was these white rolls on his fingers. He was CRACKING up! I was like "hey Miles, what's so funny?" He just laughed, and ran into the corner under the exercise bike (aka clothes hanger). I ignored it, thinking that maybe he was just playing around with toilet paper... I know, I know TP isn't a toy either, but I try to foster his creativity...
So I'm sitting on the bed and I hear paper rattling. This boy was over in the corner playing with tampons. What I thought was toilet paper wrapped on his fingers was actually the applicators. He was holding one of the tampons by the string swinging it around like he was in Louisiana on Mardi Gras singing his ABC's. Cant knock his hustle eh?
All I could do was laugh. Kyle, well he didn't think it was too funny..
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Trisha Fleming's day off
I never realized just how tired I was until I was able to sleep totally uninterrupted!
Today I took a day off... Well, it was actually just ½ of a day, but it felt like a whole day to me. I still woke up at my normal time, and helped Kyle get the kids dressed, but after that I was like “See ya later, holla, bye!”
In my mind I had things all planned out, I was going to thoroughly clean the bathroom, straighten Zoë’s room, put away Miles’ clothes, and change the linen in our bedroom. Here’s what really happened….NOTHING! I fluffed my pillow, turned on the Today Show, and fell asleep. I woke up once wondering if the kids were behaving for Kyle but I was either too tired, or confident that he was alright so I went back to sleep. I woke up about 3 hours later with drool plastered to the side of my face, moseyed on into the bathroom, and took the longest hottest shower I have taken in about 8 years. You must understand…It’s really hard to shower with an 8 year old who almost always has to poop as soon as you turn the water on, and a 2 year old who likes to pull the shower door back, point at you and say eeeeewwwww. After my shower I cooked myself breakfast. I ate 5 pieces of bacon a bowl of cheerios and a handful of unwashed grapes Yes, the breakfast of champions… I started to brush my teeth, but since no one was there to smell my fresh breath I opted not to…instead I looked myself in the mirror and smiled… I HAD A DAY OFF!
Of course my day came to an end when my PDA reminded me that I had stuff to do… I had to register for spring classes, return some phone calls, and respond to a dozen of e-mails… oh life is too short...
And to my day off… I’ll miss you, and I’ll be thinking about you all week :)
Today I took a day off... Well, it was actually just ½ of a day, but it felt like a whole day to me. I still woke up at my normal time, and helped Kyle get the kids dressed, but after that I was like “See ya later, holla, bye!”
In my mind I had things all planned out, I was going to thoroughly clean the bathroom, straighten Zoë’s room, put away Miles’ clothes, and change the linen in our bedroom. Here’s what really happened….NOTHING! I fluffed my pillow, turned on the Today Show, and fell asleep. I woke up once wondering if the kids were behaving for Kyle but I was either too tired, or confident that he was alright so I went back to sleep. I woke up about 3 hours later with drool plastered to the side of my face, moseyed on into the bathroom, and took the longest hottest shower I have taken in about 8 years. You must understand…It’s really hard to shower with an 8 year old who almost always has to poop as soon as you turn the water on, and a 2 year old who likes to pull the shower door back, point at you and say eeeeewwwww. After my shower I cooked myself breakfast. I ate 5 pieces of bacon a bowl of cheerios and a handful of unwashed grapes Yes, the breakfast of champions… I started to brush my teeth, but since no one was there to smell my fresh breath I opted not to…instead I looked myself in the mirror and smiled… I HAD A DAY OFF!
Of course my day came to an end when my PDA reminded me that I had stuff to do… I had to register for spring classes, return some phone calls, and respond to a dozen of e-mails… oh life is too short...
And to my day off… I’ll miss you, and I’ll be thinking about you all week :)
A shout out to all dads....
I really don’t think that single dads are appreciated or recognized enough. As a product of a single parent family, my dad did a wonderful job at making sure most of our needs were met. True he’s not perfect bit he tried his best! The reason why I’m posting this is because one the kids I care for are also products of single parent families. And the single parent is a dad. I see him struggling the same way my father struggled to get support to raise/provide for his family. He works seven days a week, and he STILL struggles to make ends meet, and to make matters worse he was robbed over the weekend! But still he rose.
Everyday single Dads struggle to properly provide for their children. Walking away seems to be the easy way out but these heroes continue to press on and do what’s right, and for that I give you a huge shout out! Keep on keeping on! Your work is not in vain, and one day you will be greatly rewarded.
And to the dad’s who are not single dads, but are there as part of a family unit I give you a shout out too. I know it’s hard and I know that having a family takes time away from other things you enjoy like night out with the guys, but you’re’ doing the right thing. Our children need you in their lives, they need to know what a positive male role model looks like, they need to know how to love and be loved.
To all of the real fathers, the men, who have decided that being a dad is an honor, I appreciate you, and I thank you.
Everyday single Dads struggle to properly provide for their children. Walking away seems to be the easy way out but these heroes continue to press on and do what’s right, and for that I give you a huge shout out! Keep on keeping on! Your work is not in vain, and one day you will be greatly rewarded.
And to the dad’s who are not single dads, but are there as part of a family unit I give you a shout out too. I know it’s hard and I know that having a family takes time away from other things you enjoy like night out with the guys, but you’re’ doing the right thing. Our children need you in their lives, they need to know what a positive male role model looks like, they need to know how to love and be loved.
To all of the real fathers, the men, who have decided that being a dad is an honor, I appreciate you, and I thank you.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Your glASS is on Fire....
Yep.. That's right. Your glASS is on fire! No, it's not funny. This is what I found written on Zoe's door IN HER HANDWRITING!! I'm still a little shocked, but it's reality, and I guess I have to deal with it like an adult.
You know, every once in a while I ask Zoe off the wall questions like if the little girls in her class stuff their bras with tissue paper, if she thinks boys are cute and so on... I do this to gauge what's going on in her world. Although Zoe is very very open with questions and concerns I have to assume that there are still some things that she doesn't let us in on.
This past weekend she asked me how old she had to be to have a boyfriend. Kyle was totally speechless, but I had to remember to keep my cool and answer the question in a way that wouldn't scare her off of asking me questions later down the line... Breathe, Trish, breathe....
It's amazing, that in just 8 short years a "little girl" can develop into a young lady with her own taste of style, dress, and even "sentence enhancers" as Sponge Bob Square Pants would call them..
As for the glASS incident, I had to explain to her that she had to be very very careful with the words that she chose. I reminded her that words sometimes hurt peoples feelings, sometimes by accident, and that she had to make sure she choose words that reflected the way she wanted people to see her... Of course I had to wrap it all up with a "if I catch you doing it again I'm gonna put your butt on fire... I think she got the message
Sidebar: The first curse word I ever wrote was also glASS. I went into the attic of my mother's house at about 6 or 7 and wrote "kiss my glASS" on a metal shelving unit my dad had in his office. I had totally forgotten about it when my momma stormed down the stairs, grabbed me up by the shirt and almost killed me. Of course, I lied like a rug telling her that "daddy must've written it".. she didn't fall for it... 2 days later I woke up..lol
I guess the apple really doesn't fall too far from the tree...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Birthday Shout Out!!!
Go Jamil, Its your Birthday!
Go Jamil, Its your Birthday!
Go, Go ,Go, Go
Happy Birthday Jamil!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Are You Kidding Me?!?
From time to time, I need to release some "work place" stress, and today is one of those days. No, I'm not upset with any of the children, but two of their parents, are really starting to piss me off!
Below are two instances of parents that I really just can't understand.. I ask myself all of the time why anyone would piss off their daycare provider.. I mean for God's Sake these people are caring for your children. I think it says alot about your parenting style, when you think that it's okay to make the person who is caring for your child upset. Not saying that I have or ever would take out my frustrations on a child, but it really does make it a little hard for me to provide decent care for your little one when every time I look at them I see your face, and hear your whining voice...
#1 - Lets, call her "Sadie":
Sadie owes me TWO WEEKS WORTH OF TUITION. Last week her kid was with the aunt2 days out of the week so for some insane reason she thinks that she doesn't owe me... I clearly state in my handbook, on the applications, on the website and in person that you pay for enrollment and not attendance. It's very simple.. If you want a space at my daycare you gotta pay for it.. If you want drop in care we can talk, but please be up front with me, and stop trying to get over on me. My prices are my prices, if you cant afford it, perhaps you should look somewhere else... (why do people try to get over on me, but go to larger daycare factories, and pay for that crap they call daycare???).. Anyways, each and every Monday home girl comes in here with some long over exaggerated story about why she's short. At first I fell for it, but then she got caught up in her lies. I think she realized that because she stopped with the BS for a while. And this past week, she's been calling asking us to walk her kid across the street so he can walk home... I think she's doing this to avoid paying!
Why do I continue to put up with this you ask?? Because I'm a sucker or kids... I can't stand seeing a child go without! I hate to see kids left in the school yard after hours waiting for their ride, or wandering around like lost pets... The kid is in our after school program which means If I don't pick him up, he'll be one of those kids wandering in the school yard until he figures out that no one is coming for him! I know! I have to put my foot down, which I plan to do.. I've e-mailed her and I will call her tonight.. I'll grab my bottle of wine, and get ready for a story, cause I know she'll have one....
#2 "Amanda":
Now this parent is just off her rocker!! This girl comes in whenever she wants, and thinks that just because she comes in late she can pick up late... Um, WRONG! I've spoken to other mothers, so I know I'm not alone when I say that I truly enjoy spending time with my family, but are we the minority??? This girl actually screwed her face up when I told her that we close at 6:30 (30 friggin minutes later than any other daycare in our area), and that we would be unable to keep her kid until 8:00pm....
Here's what I found out... People, especially black people, seem to think that I should cut them a break or give them special rights, just because they my "peoples".. Do you go into Wal-Mart and expect to pay 6$ for something that cost 20$ Exactly! So don't try that mess with me... Contrary to popular belief, I don't have a Trust Fund that daddy left me, and no I don't do "this" as a form of entertainment. As dull as I may seem, I like being able to catch a movie Friday nights with my kids, or bathing them, and cooking dinner every once in a while. I like My Family, and I enjoy being with them. And Guess What Else? I like being able to pay my bills on time... As appealing as it may sound, getting dressed in the dark is only fun the first time you do it...
So "Sadie" and "Amanda" I've got bad news for you. This Trip train you've been on, is coming to a stop. Get your act together or get your bags, and get the hell off! And to the rest of my Daycare Mamma's & Papa's, Thank You I love you and keep up the great work!
"names have been changed to protect the identity of the innocent. No animals were harmed in the making of this blog"
I'm Trisha Fleming, and I approve this message....
Below are two instances of parents that I really just can't understand.. I ask myself all of the time why anyone would piss off their daycare provider.. I mean for God's Sake these people are caring for your children. I think it says alot about your parenting style, when you think that it's okay to make the person who is caring for your child upset. Not saying that I have or ever would take out my frustrations on a child, but it really does make it a little hard for me to provide decent care for your little one when every time I look at them I see your face, and hear your whining voice...
#1 - Lets, call her "Sadie":
Sadie owes me TWO WEEKS WORTH OF TUITION. Last week her kid was with the aunt2 days out of the week so for some insane reason she thinks that she doesn't owe me... I clearly state in my handbook, on the applications, on the website and in person that you pay for enrollment and not attendance. It's very simple.. If you want a space at my daycare you gotta pay for it.. If you want drop in care we can talk, but please be up front with me, and stop trying to get over on me. My prices are my prices, if you cant afford it, perhaps you should look somewhere else... (why do people try to get over on me, but go to larger daycare factories, and pay for that crap they call daycare???).. Anyways, each and every Monday home girl comes in here with some long over exaggerated story about why she's short. At first I fell for it, but then she got caught up in her lies. I think she realized that because she stopped with the BS for a while. And this past week, she's been calling asking us to walk her kid across the street so he can walk home... I think she's doing this to avoid paying!
Why do I continue to put up with this you ask?? Because I'm a sucker or kids... I can't stand seeing a child go without! I hate to see kids left in the school yard after hours waiting for their ride, or wandering around like lost pets... The kid is in our after school program which means If I don't pick him up, he'll be one of those kids wandering in the school yard until he figures out that no one is coming for him! I know! I have to put my foot down, which I plan to do.. I've e-mailed her and I will call her tonight.. I'll grab my bottle of wine, and get ready for a story, cause I know she'll have one....
#2 "Amanda":
Now this parent is just off her rocker!! This girl comes in whenever she wants, and thinks that just because she comes in late she can pick up late... Um, WRONG! I've spoken to other mothers, so I know I'm not alone when I say that I truly enjoy spending time with my family, but are we the minority??? This girl actually screwed her face up when I told her that we close at 6:30 (30 friggin minutes later than any other daycare in our area), and that we would be unable to keep her kid until 8:00pm....
Here's what I found out... People, especially black people, seem to think that I should cut them a break or give them special rights, just because they my "peoples".. Do you go into Wal-Mart and expect to pay 6$ for something that cost 20$ Exactly! So don't try that mess with me... Contrary to popular belief, I don't have a Trust Fund that daddy left me, and no I don't do "this" as a form of entertainment. As dull as I may seem, I like being able to catch a movie Friday nights with my kids, or bathing them, and cooking dinner every once in a while. I like My Family, and I enjoy being with them. And Guess What Else? I like being able to pay my bills on time... As appealing as it may sound, getting dressed in the dark is only fun the first time you do it...
So "Sadie" and "Amanda" I've got bad news for you. This Trip train you've been on, is coming to a stop. Get your act together or get your bags, and get the hell off! And to the rest of my Daycare Mamma's & Papa's, Thank You I love you and keep up the great work!
"names have been changed to protect the identity of the innocent. No animals were harmed in the making of this blog"
I'm Trisha Fleming, and I approve this message....
Monday, October 6, 2008
Yo! I got Super Powers!!!
I don't know about you, but I'm sitting here with Super powers! Go ahead and laugh, but in the words of Ming Ming (Wonder Pets) This is Serious" lol...
Check this out, and then tell me your girl ain't got no superpowers...
Super Power #1 - Insomnia
Explain my ability to stay awake until 3 am doing laundry and wake up at 6:30 ready to work... Super Powers!
Super Power # 2 - Anti- Sick
Well I know it ain't exactly a word, but explain my Anti sick powers. For the past week or so, I've been getting sneezed, coughed and vomited on by Miles, and I am as fit as a fiddle. Not even a sore throat... What you say? I didn't think so... Super powers!
Okay, okay you're still not convinced, here's a good one... Give me 100$ and watch me buy food for a week, put gas in the car, pay an electric bill, get the kids a new shirt each, get my eyebrows arched, buy a book of stamps, and rent a video from Hollywood Video.. and still have 5$ left over. Yeah! I thought so... Super Powers
All in all, I'm pretty neat (with the exception of my slang, and the ability to know when and when not to use the word "laid"). True, my vision prevents me from driving at night, and sometimes I hear stuff that ain't no body said, and my grammar gets a little jacked up at times.... when it all boils downs...
Yo shorty! Your Girl got super powers!!!
Peace out!
Check this out, and then tell me your girl ain't got no superpowers...
Super Power #1 - Insomnia
Explain my ability to stay awake until 3 am doing laundry and wake up at 6:30 ready to work... Super Powers!
Super Power # 2 - Anti- Sick
Well I know it ain't exactly a word, but explain my Anti sick powers. For the past week or so, I've been getting sneezed, coughed and vomited on by Miles, and I am as fit as a fiddle. Not even a sore throat... What you say? I didn't think so... Super powers!
Okay, okay you're still not convinced, here's a good one... Give me 100$ and watch me buy food for a week, put gas in the car, pay an electric bill, get the kids a new shirt each, get my eyebrows arched, buy a book of stamps, and rent a video from Hollywood Video.. and still have 5$ left over. Yeah! I thought so... Super Powers
All in all, I'm pretty neat (with the exception of my slang, and the ability to know when and when not to use the word "laid"). True, my vision prevents me from driving at night, and sometimes I hear stuff that ain't no body said, and my grammar gets a little jacked up at times.... when it all boils downs...
Yo shorty! Your Girl got super powers!!!
Peace out!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Birthday Shout Out!
Go Jaelyn, It's your birthday!
Go Jaelyn, It's your birthday !
Go, Go, Go, Go
Happy 2nd Birthday Jaelyn :)
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
My Kid... the polititian
Lately, I've been noticing some strange things about my kid.
In addition to talking faster, avoiding my questions and telling me that I don't understand stuff, she's been convincing me to buy certain products that are "better". And her opinions! Oh Help me Lawd! This girl is very very opinionated, and has no problem voicing her concerns. Below are some of her pearls of wisdom that I'd like to share....
On VOTING: "What do they keep telling adults to vote? Don't adults already know that they have to vote? I've known this since I was 5. If you don't vote you don't count!"
On CHINA MADE PRODUCTS: "Oh My Goodness! Is everything made in china? China this, China that... Was I made in China too? Jeez!"
On Work Ethic: "She (a Wal-Mart cashier) is Slow. Just put it in the bag so we can go. If I were her boss I'd fire her and get a robot"
I think that Zoe will make a wonderful executive of a major corporation. Kyle thinks that the corporation will be a SWEAT SHOP!
In addition to talking faster, avoiding my questions and telling me that I don't understand stuff, she's been convincing me to buy certain products that are "better". And her opinions! Oh Help me Lawd! This girl is very very opinionated, and has no problem voicing her concerns. Below are some of her pearls of wisdom that I'd like to share....
On VOTING: "What do they keep telling adults to vote? Don't adults already know that they have to vote? I've known this since I was 5. If you don't vote you don't count!"
On CHINA MADE PRODUCTS: "Oh My Goodness! Is everything made in china? China this, China that... Was I made in China too? Jeez!"
On Work Ethic: "She (a Wal-Mart cashier) is Slow. Just put it in the bag so we can go. If I were her boss I'd fire her and get a robot"
I think that Zoe will make a wonderful executive of a major corporation. Kyle thinks that the corporation will be a SWEAT SHOP!
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