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.