Things have been a little strange around our house lately. I refuse to buy bread but I can’t remember how to make it. There is a pink balloon floating around my kitchen, which I think may be partially to blame.
I just cut Magoo’s hair for the first time and although he looks very much like a POW, I still love him madly.
After 2 weeks of flaming acid poo, we now hose him off instead of using wipes. It’s cool because I think he’s becoming so much like me. I am fairly confident that I would also shower if I ever soiled myself.
When we pray with him, it goes like this:
Me: Dear Heavenly Father
Magoo: Food
Me: Dear
Magoo: Food
Me: Heavenly Father
Magoo: Food
Me: We thank thee for our food
Magoo: Ahhh ha ha FOOD
Me: We thank thee
Magoo: Ank-ee
Me: For our family
Magoo: ‘Men
Me: For our lovely house
Magoo: ‘Men
Me: For all our blessings
Magoo: ‘MEN
Me: In the name
Magoo: ‘MEN!!!
Me: Of Jesus Chri-
Magoo: ‘MEN!!!!!!!
Me: Amen.
Laylee and I both have minor colds and spent a good portion of the day fighting over whose cold was worse. I totally won because if you fight about how sick you are while bouncing around the room like a muppet Kangaroo on Red Bull and asking the other person to play games with you, you’re automatically disqualified.
For the past few nights, Laylee has requested Dancing Queen by ABBA for her bedtime song. She’s also requested songs by Bob Marley. I sing while Dan contributes vocal percussion.
She’s really sad she can’t marry Magoo. I told her she’d be arrested. I told her it could never work. She says “He’s the best boy I’ll ever know” and she’s probably right. I told her that if she still wants to marry him when she’s 18, we’ll talk about it again.
On the phone with my sister, Laylee said that I made really good Spaghetti-O’s for dinner and she loves Spaghetti-O’s and that makes her very proud of me.
If I could stop eating the Cadbury mini-eggs, I’d be very proud of me too.
Oh, that’s good for a laugh. Mago0, you are funny. Laylee, you are too.
And the mini-eggs. Oh, the mini-eggs. I love them dearly. And they are my downfall for arriving into summer in the svelt and toned shape I always hope to be in…but they’re worth it.
You are so funny. (Do I start all of my comments with that sentence? Well, it’s true.) Hope you all are feeling better soon. Love the prayer transcript. If my 16 month old would talk to me, I’m pretty sure all he would say is “FOOD,” too.
Oh, you and your fam are too funny! And the music reminds me, did you ever get Magoo some country? Or do you just sing it and Dan provides the vocal banjo?
My five-year-old also thinks she can marry her three-year-old brother. She also thinks that when she gets married she will want her daddy and me on the honeymoon. I keep telling her that she will NEVER want that, but she insists.
Sorry there’s too much good there to comment on, I can’t possibly quote all of my favorite lines… ‘MEN
Will you adopt me? I want to live in the Daring Young family. It sounds like fun! (For the record, I have never shouted FOOD during the Lord’s Prayer, but I could easily be convinced to start.)
#1 Son desprately wants to marry his Grammy. He’s constatly fighting his Pa over her because Pa said Grammy is his. BabyGirl has decided that if #1 Son ever wins the fight, she’ll marry Pa so he won’t be lonely. Ahh…young love!
And kudos on the Spagetti-o’s. I make a mean pot of them myself…hey & there are some in the pantry right now. I wonder, will mine be as proud of me as yours are of you? Doubtful, but worth a shot.
that is hilarious. i love that kid. I think i am going to go back and find the video of his creative crawling. that was hilarious too.
*See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen*
Oh, and bread is highly overrated.
I hope you feel better soon balloonhead.
Hysterical. I love your posts!
oh I hope you guys get better soon!
Magoo is cute as ever with his POW haicut!
How cuuuute! I love that she said “He’s the best boy I’ll ever know.” That’s CLASSIC.
Your post today made me laugh outloud. I love Magoo’s contribution to prayer time. Too funny.
WHAT??!! Cadbury Mini-eggs are out already!
Yeah, I get the “Mom, you are the best cook EVER,” when I make Spaghetti O’s.
Great!
My coworker’s son told her he wants to marry her when he grows up. She also tried to tell him that was illegal, to little avail.
I am proud of you, too. And you don’t even have to make me Spagetti-os for that to happen. In fact – Please don’t. Those things are just nasty!
That prayer sounds familiar!
Now a days we have to bless every character in Monsters, Cars, and Nemo.
The sick thing. It’s so ew being sick and being a mom. I remember when my mom took care of ME when I was sick, and then I left home and had nobody to take care of me when I was sick, and now I’m a mom and have to take care of someone ELSE while I am sick.
Sorry that you’re sick. Stop eating the dang eggs.
Just kidding. A little suga never hurt anyone. Happy valentine’s day.
You can’t see me, but right now I am crying and peeing my pants at the same time. Your blog is amazing! Hysterical! It makes me choke on my own spit (because it’s funny). I hope you don’t mind if I put you on my blogroll.
I will also attempt to emulate you because I like making people pee their pants in the good way-besides, my blog has been very depressing lately. I will even attempt to make speghettiOs (which I hate, but I’m sure my son will love).
And by the way, it’s totally okay to name your child after a fictional charater.
I KNOW that this was posted almost a year ago, and I KNOW that I’ve read it before because I linked to it from a post on my blog way back then, and I ALSO KNOW that it’s 2:15am and I should DEFINITELY be asleep instead of reading blog posts from a year ago that I’ve already read, but DUDE!
You are funny.
Even tho this is not my virgin viewing of this post, I am crying tears of laughitude at all the mental images of all the stuff in this post. Except the mental image of flaming acid poo. I’m really trying to block that particular image.