This weekend we had a great time picking out the perfect book bag, the perfect pencil carrier and the right color pencils and erasers. Yes, it is getting close to back to school for us here and that means dad gets to cut the child force in half and eliminate the competition. I can’t wait! Is that bad?
On the other hand I love these statements:
Daddy? Guess what? I get to go to pee school! ~ Genuine Toddler
Well he does need to go there for sure, but he is referring to Vacation Bible School where he gets to go to an actual school like situation. It allows daddy to practice being without children all day! What will I possibly do with myself? The other one that needs pee school? Genuine Baby, he is showing some interest in potty training and won’t be 2 until August! It must be Karma coming back to me a little. Although, I just realized this post will bring in the kooks from Google.
At the Genuine household we pride ourselves in sitting down at the table as a family and saying grace and enjoying the meal as a group. You never really know what will transpire throughout the meal, yet there can be some moments we treasure and others we regret. Tonight we had a little of both. We have been watching movies as a family as well, and like a true Genuine, all of my kids memorize and use movie quotes for conversation. During a rare lull in the roar at the table while everyone had just taken a bite or was taking a breath for the next onslaught of noise, my son loudly blurts out this gem:
HAKUNA MATATA BITCHES!!! ~ Genuine Boy
My jaw bounced a few times off the table like a cartoon character, and it was all I could do to muster a stern look while scolding him for the language. I could hold the laughter no longer when I looked over at my wife and she had tears of laughter rolling down her face. My own ability to curtail a huge belly laugh with associated tears, finally gave way and I was afraid of a heart attack as I couldn’t breathe from laughing. We finally brought it under control and told my son that we didn’t use that type of language and why it was a bad thing to say. I guess PG-13 really does need some guidance from a parent. Damn you Talladega Nights!
If you think men can sometimes be men to the point of being ridiculous, this story is borderline certified nut job.
Now that is a man’s cake. I wonder how I can order one of those! I think that would be a good bake-off for the Ace of Cakes guy.
[HT: Ariel Waldman – Shake Well Before Use
Today Genuine Toddler turns 3! Yes, he is as much of a firecracker as is his birth date. We figured we would start the trips to the ER earlier with this one so we bought him the instrument of terror and death, better known as the bicycle. We did buy him the helmet and it came with elbow pads and knee pads. He is now required to wear the protective clothing at all times only taking them off while sleeping or bathing.
Happy Birthday to my little Yankee Doodle Dandy!
I’m just not sure that this lyrics to this song are really what I want to hear coming from his mouth in the supermarket. Now he has even taught the words to the Toddler and he has a harmony of the song. You might to lock yourself in the bathroom to listen to this away from your kids or boss.
If the hand above looks a little less than normal it is because of the swelling. As the kids ran around like banshees, the Toddler wipe out under the dining room table. He decided to jump up and get on with the chase. I happened to be standing at the perfect place to save another trip to the ER with one of my children. He jumped up just under the corner of the Mission Style (the style not the position) dining table and me being a guy to take one for the team stuck my hand between his head and the strong as iron, sharp edge of the table. His head acting as a sledge hammer smashed my hand against the table edge and I felt the pain radiate to the little toe of my left foot. After the cussing and holding back tears to be the cool man I always pretend to be the swelling began. Of course, the sympathy factor from Mrs. G was:
“Stop your whining already.” ~ Mrs G
So I turned to my blog and will whine to everyone else. Of course it takes forever to type this many words. It really cramps my style of my sex life these days too. (Oh wait…was that out loud?)
Apparently, there was a problem with me making the 7 year old daughter do her chores. I didn’t mind so much the sentiment behind the message, but I did scold her for not using proper capitalization.
