The Blogs Must Be Crazy: June 2011

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Sayings

Me: "Hello, my boy."

Walter: "I not a boy dis mornin. I'n a lellow baby fox!"

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Walter, on a dead run for the potty: "I haf go bad-wee!" Halfway down the hall he tooted, came to a standstill and said, "Oh. I don't haf go bad-wee now. My bum changed my mind."
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Walter likes to compose songs. His three latest hits have been:

1. 'Dog in the Way'

"I don' know why I an sayeen diss.
I don' hab a weason.
Dooooog in a waaaaaaay!
Doooooog in a waaaaaaaay!"

2. 'Best Dog'

"You da best dog on my gaaawwbage twuck..."

3. 'On the Sidewalk'

"It is so bad to peeeee on da sidewalk.
You should nebber do diss, even if it's fun."

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Me: "Kids, have any of you seen Walter? Walter? Walter! Where are you?"
Walter(from under my bed): "hehehe! I an hiking (hiding) under you bed, Mom! Shhh."
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Addie (4): "Oh Lizzie, you are such a charmer."
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Addie: "Auntie Jenni, why do you have two earrings in your ears?

Jen: "Oh, it's just what girls do sometimes."

Addie: "That's what I'M gonna do when I get big!"
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In reference to our meat chickens:

Emmy(6): "Aww, the poor birds. We'll have to butcher them soon.

Addie: "LOOK at ALL that MEAT just walkin' around!"
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Josh(8): "I think weed-whacking might be helping me, Mom. See? Last night I could put my fingers all the way around my muscle, and now my fingertips don't even touch."

I won't be trusting a testimonial from him any time soon. :)
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Hide-out

Hide-out, a photo by iamaprice(Amanda) on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
This is Spring but we call her Bessie Dearrrrest (roll those r's like a good Cranfordite). Our wonderful neighbors have given her to us on loan until our cow comes home next month. She eats our 5 ft grass down and we milk her in exchange for all of the milk we can drink (cream too!). She is the sweetest thing, so patient and gentle even with all my kids milling around her and practicing their milking. *pinch, squeeze*

Yesterday I moved her to a new grazing area and when I peeked out an hour later there was no sign of her. Sick in the pit of stomach at the thought of losing the neighbors' cow, I hoisted Lizzie on one hip and went in search. I looked on both sides of the chicken coop - no cow. What a relief to finally see her nose sticking out of the window! An hour later, a wild thunderstorm hit. The smart girl was taking cover in preparation. :)