Friday, January 27, 2012

Some funnies from my Facebook status

1/29/12 "If we had another kid in our family and it was a boy - we'd call him Awesome." Grant

Overheard between an 8 year old and 9 year old.
"Do you want a Mustang GT when you grow up?"
"Why not? They're epic!"

Last night when I was helping Greyson study for spelling he said, "You're just like the mom in the movie Penelope and you never think I'm good enough how I am. " I said, "Nope, I'm like Bill Cosby when Theo says he is doing his best in school, 'why can't you love me like I am' and his dad says 'That's a bunch of baloney!'"

And the drama at my house continues:
"Grant! Why did you bite your brother!"
"I didn't bite him!"
"Then why are there bite marks on his arm?"
"I was *trying* to drink his blood."

Greyson: A motorcycle and a car are a lot different - like Chanakuh and Christmas.

"People have been saying all day that I look hot. Well that's because I *am* hot." Grant age 5 on wearing sweat pants and sweat shirt to school.

Thankful for my fridge

I have decided that every time I think I have nothing to be thankful for, I will be thankful for my refrigerator. No lie, my fridge is the symbol of all that is good in my life. There is always food in it. My kids, and I, have never known true hunger. We've never gone more than a few hours in our lives without food. Because it's "on," I've paid my bills. Even though my husband and I have been unexpectedly unemployed, I've never had a late bill. I have a place to put my fridge. My house is more than adequate for the needs of my family. I have a calendar on my fridge where I mark down things I'm looking forward too. My kids artwork and school assigments hang on my fridge, reminding me that they are happy, healthy, smart and safe. I have photos of many of you & your kids on my fridge, letting me know there are people that I truly care about and that care about me. Thank you God for my refrigerator.