Mother's Day

Claire's Hair

It seems like just yesterday when we cut Claire's hair short because of a lice infestation at the day care, what a nightmare that was. But wow, how fast it grows.

Potty Talk

Claire yelling from the restroom: Mom, Dad!! I don't know what I ate but my poo smells bad!!

Merry Christmas To Me & My Washcloth!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92s7XZJBYPI

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So, Where Do All Of Your Asses Live?

Last night I had some errands to run and as we were returning to the house, the song "All My Exes Live In Texas" by George Strait came on the radio. I heard Claire humming along in the back seat followed by a giant gasp.

Claire: Mom, he just said a bad word!

Me: What? I don't think George has ever cursed in his life?!?

Claire: See, there, he said it again. He said the A word.

Me: *Listening* Honey, I don't hear.....

Claire: *Whispering* Yeah Momma, he just said ass. Hear it?

Me: *I couldn't help laughing* No honey, he is saying Exes. That's what we call a serious country twang.

So, What Are You Getting For Xmas?

I overheard this conversation between Claire and Taylor last night:

C: You know, if you're bad you get rocks from Santa.

T: What?

C: Yeah, he just puts rocks in your stocking, nothing else.

T: What kind of rocks?

C: Black ones.

T: Is it poo?

C: Maybe

T: We better start being good huh?

C: Yeah, I don't want poo for Xmas.

T: Me neither.

*I didn't have the heart to tell them it was actually called coal, poo works way better.*

Sunday Funnies

Claire: Momma, what does *#&*@ mean?

Me: Uhhhhh......

Claire: I think it means ooouuuccchhhhh!

Me: Sounds good to me.