"you can't catch me, I'm the Ginger bread man"

Reese and Josiah were on their tricycles and Josiah was pretending to be a cop. He pulled Reese over and said
"Gimmi your wicence!"

Reese pretended to hand it to him and when Josiah turned around Reese took off on her tricycle and shouted over her shoulder:
"haha You can't catch me, I'm the Ginger bread man!"

Josiah: "we're not playin' Ginger bread man, Reese! We're playin cops!"

Reese: ".....I know. HAHAHAHA !!!"

LOL



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Run run as fast as you can....

Reese and Josiah were on their tricycles riding up and down the drive way. Josiah was pretending to be a cop and decided Reese needed some correction. So a he pulled Reese over he demanded:
"Gimmi your wicence!"

Reese pretended to hand it to him and when Josiah turned around Reese took off on her tricycle and shouted over her shoulder:
"haha You can't catch me, I'm the Ginger bread man!"

Josiah: "we're not playin' Ginger bread man, Reese! We're playin cops!"

Reese: ".....I know. HAHAHAHA !!!"

LOL



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Reese: "Can I play I'm da swimmin' pool today?"

Me; "No, not today. It's too cold."

Reese: "I'll wear my jacket!?!?!"
:/

Do you have a dollar?

I've just spent all day slaving over Reese and Cass' play room. I've rearranged furniture, made sure to get rid of all the little things Cass would some how manage to find and shove in his mouth. I put protect covers over the electrical outlets, vaccumed and shampooed the carpet, put up pictures, the works!

So when Reese and Cass got up from their nap I was pretty excited to show them 'the new and improved' play room.

When Reese walked into the room she seemed pretty happy but she didn't say anything.

Me: "Do you like it?

She turned around with this fake *I'm so proud of you I'm gonna cry look* and she says:

"Momma, 'gradulations! It looks so good! I'm gonna give you a dollar to put in my piggy bank!"
*she pauses*
".........momma, do you have a dollar I can borrow?"



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Apple Pie

Reese and I were walking through walmart, on a mission to find the ingredients for a peach cobbler to make my husband, Shaylon. Being from a very small town, it's impossible to go anywhere without bumping into someone you know. And without fail, this trip was no different. We had been in walmart for possibly 2 minutes when we ran into a sweet, elderly lady we know quite well.

Woman to Reese: "Hi, Reese! How are you?"

Reese: "I'm good....."

*Before I continue, I should probably enlighten you that the cute, elderly lady was wearing an adorable crochet beret quite similar to the example below*













As I am on every outting with Reese, I was on guard. I was waiting for that moment when someone would get too close to Reese's pretty face and she would so nice and politely encourage them to brush their teeth or when she tells the nice lady stocking the shelf that "Mommy and daddy fight so bad! Daddy sleeps on the couch ....he likes the couch though." Only to have the woman reply: "Sweety, they only fight so they can make up." *wink wink*.
Oh yes both situations have occurred.... within the past 2 weeks. Heaven help me for having such an honest hearted, loud mouthed 3 year old.

*Back to the story at hand*

Woman to Reese: "Have you been playing outside today?"

Reese: "No. Not today. It's kinda too cold."

Woman: "Yeah. It is kind of cold. It was warm yesterday. I even got to work in my garden yesterday. But today I had to put on some warmer clothes."

Reese: "Is that why you're wearing that hat."

Woman: "Yes, Ma'am."

*Reese draws a breath ready to reply and my next thoughts are*

"Dear God, please help it to be polite.... Please help it to be polite! Please God...."

Reese: "......It looks like an apple pie. I loooooove apple pie!"

*Thank you, God. .......I think.*

Woman to Reese: "I thought it looked more like a cherry pie but apple is good too." :D

Short stories

*Reese got up from her nap and her hair was soak and wet*

Me: "Shaylon, did you put water or something in her hair?"

Shaylon: "Nope, it's sweat. She must have gotten too hot while she was sleeping."

Me: "Reese, why is your hair so sweaty!"

Reese: *she sighs, shrugs her shoulders & says: "Just because God made me that way...." :/


*Reese has been getting into trouble here lately for lying. I mentioned to Evanie that its hard to determine if Reese is telling the truth sometimes because she's a really good liar. (which i do no condone!) so Evanie starts talking to Reese.

Evanie: "Reese Ella, your momma said you've been getting into trouble for lying?"

Reese: "Yeah, I did."

Evanie: "Reese, that's not good. :( Jesus doesn't like it when we lie. Do you know where liars go?"

Reese: "Yup, they go to the courthouse to get a sticker to put on da back of dare (their) car."

*Evanie looks at me with a confused look :/ *

Me: "She's referring to the DMV......" lol

Evanie: "Close enough!" LOL


*Reese was taking a bubble bath*

Me: "Reese, is your bath water too hot."

Reese: "Nope. It's just a little spicy...."

Bed Hog

Shaylon: "Reese, you need to go to your room and go to bed. It's past your bed time."


Reese: *smart alec tone*. "Daddy, first a ball (first of all) ..... I thought you were sleepin on the couch?!"

Me: "why would daddy sleep on the couch?" lol

Reese: "Because I already said I was gonna sleep in your bed wif you, momma."

Will you be my boyfriend?

Shaylon and I were getting the kids in the car, fixing to head to my moms to drop Reese off to stay the night. He was buckling Reese in while was getting Cass' carseat tightened.

Reese says: "Daddy, do you have a girlfriend?"

Shaylon: "Hmmm no. But I have a wife. She's kinda like a girlfriend that I'm married to."

Reese: "....Can I be your girlfriend?"

Shaylon: "Yup. And I'll be your boyfriend ....but you can't have any other boyfriends EVER... Just me.

Reese: "OKAY!! Hey, momma! Daddy's my boyfriend!!!"

*Shaylon finishes buckling her in and being goofy, he uses a piece of paper he's holding and swats her in the face*

Me: (In reference to Shaylon swatting Reese in the face) "Aawww , Daddy that wasn't very nice to hit your girlfriend in the face."

Reese: "I know... That wasnt very nice, daddy. Maybe he doesn't like me anymore. Maybe he's trying to say he doesn't wanna be my boyfriend anymore? ....it's okay bubba still likes me.... 'Right bubba?'

*silence from Cass*

Reese: ".....He says 'yes'."

Maybelline.....MaybeNOT

Reese: "Momma, what's all this stuff?"

Me: "It's all of my makeup."

Reese: "What's it for?"

Me: "It's suppose to help make me look pretty. Do u think it works?"

Reese: "Ummm no....maybe not. It just makes ur face look different. A good different. But thats ok, momma.... maybe u can take it back to walmart?"

Me: ...... :/ ..... Thaaaaanx lol

Today's challenge: Proverbs 22:6

Today was one of those days where I felt like all I had done was practice 'Proverbs 13:24'. I have to be honest, Reese was awful. Every second of the day I was saying "don't do this & don't do that" .....it was exhausting. Shaylon & I finally got the wild beast, that we refer to as "Reese", laid down for bed. Since I was feeling guilty & kinda sad for having such a bad day with her, I thought I'd go lay down, snuggle & talk with her.

This was our conversation:

Me: "Reese, do you think you were good or bad today?"

Reese: *without hesitating* "I was baaaaad."

Me: "Do you think that makes me happy or sad?"

Reese: "It probably kinda makes you sad."

Me: "Yup. It makes momma very sad. I don't like to get on to you all the time, it makes me have a bad day."

Reese: "You could not make me go to my room and not spank me.... We could go outside and play with the spoons and a bucket wif (with) the dirt and then you wouldn't have a bad day... When daddy says 'you go to your room' and den (then) he shuts my door, he can't hear me yell for a cuppy! So I kick my feet like this *she then demonstrated the temper tantrum she so bravely threw once she was 'safely' behind closed doors* THAT....makes ME have a bad day! Tomorrow we can have a tea party. They're my favorite! And I won't be bad, you'll like me a lot tomorrow.....it'll be great!"

*Proverbs 29:17*

It's hereditary.... From her dads side, of course.

Everybody Poots

Can I just start by saying that... Saying the word "poot" is just as disgusting to me as the actual act of.

anywho*

Tonight I decided to take a quick jog on the treadmill ( which sits in my bedroom) while Reese was curled up in my bed watching 'Strawberry Shortcake'. She was becoming extremely restless and spent several minutes shuffling the pillows and covers...subcontiously trying to avoid the inevitable..... falling asleep.
I was managing a steady pase until Reese looked in my direction and said something in an inaudible voice.

This was our conversation:

Me: "Reese, talk louder. I can't hear you over the noise." (the treadmill hums obnoxiously loud).

Reese: "I SAID...I POOTED!!!"

Me: "Oohhh... Well that's okay baby, everybody poots. It just happens by accident sometimes."

Reese: "It WAS an accident... I ACCIDENTALLY pooted IN your piddow (pillow)."

Me: ....... :/ ...... "oh" *as I turn off the treadmill & secretly switch pillows w/ my husband.* :p

For lack of characters

I've just spent 15 minutes trying to decide how I was going to start my first sentence.  I would hate to go back months from now and feel stupid for beginning it with "Hello. My names is Sanielle and this is my new blog...." So I'll begin by explaining that my main motivation behind starting a blog (i hate that word btw) is because after 2 years of posting witty comments on my facebook, inspired by my 3 year old daughter, 420 characters just isn't going to cut it anymore.  Her vocabulary is growing and if I want to continue sharing her goofiness then we're gonna need more writing room. :)  My daughter, Reese is young but she's a plethora of witty comments, stories and ideas.  I hope everyone who reads will get a good laugh.