tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69191426676840191322024-03-05T15:30:21.831-08:00Just For LaughsRachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-85011916808200804162012-12-24T07:25:00.001-08:002012-12-24T07:25:53.834-08:00Reese and Claire were playing make-believe. They were on "an adventure, looking for 'moms'". I was in cleaning the bathroom when they passed by.<br />
<strong>Claire</strong>: "Look! There's one! (a "mom")."<br />
<strong>Reese, disappointed</strong>: "No. That's just the cleaning lady."<br />
Definitely what it feels like sometimes!!!Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-7124144200095516722012-10-02T15:40:00.001-07:002012-10-02T15:40:48.189-07:00Claire chowing down on a Spicy Italian sandwich at Subway: "I like meat [chomp, chomp, chomp].....except Bear meat."Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-15140088906896109712012-02-01T13:47:00.000-08:002012-05-01T13:47:43.591-07:00Reese, after preschool: <em>"Today, during snack time, we said 's' words."</em> (Maybe you had to be there :)
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I was reading a Book of Mormon story one night with the girls and I had just explained how having "faith" can mean believing in something even though we can't see it.
<em>Reese: "Well, I have faith in monsters!"</em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-87108559638553631782011-10-01T16:59:00.000-07:002012-01-05T17:03:11.941-08:00<em>I was wiping Claire's face after she had been outside playing and eating brownies....</em><br /><em><strong>Claire:</strong> </em>"Being a kid isn't easy."<br /><br /><em>Reese was sitting rather impatiently off to the side waiting for me to finish something up so I could help her....</em><br /><strong>Reese:</strong> "Being patient makes me bored."Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-61116580663442254872011-09-01T14:35:00.000-07:002011-09-01T14:36:26.490-07:00<em>At the hospital after having Everett:</em>
<br /><strong>Discharge Nurse filling out paper work:</strong> "Who delivered the baby?"
<br /><strong>Me, totally confused as to why she was asking me this question:</strong> "I...I did."
<br /><strong>Nurse:</strong> "No, which doctor?"
<br /><strong>Me:</strong> "Oh...."
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<br /><strong>Claire:</strong> "I'm so lucky to have a baby brother."
<br /><strong>Tom: </strong>"Did Heavenly Father send Baby Everett to us?"
<br /><strong>Claire, laughing in a <em>don't be silly</em> way:</strong> "No, Dad! We got him from the hostible (hospital)!"Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-7720569145181850872011-04-23T09:42:00.000-07:002011-06-23T09:42:53.509-07:00Claire dragged her time out chair over to the kitchen counter and started digging her little fingers into the pan of brownies that I had made earlier.<br /><strong>Me:</strong> Claaaaire?!<br /><strong>Claire, knowing she was caught, immediately turned around with both palms facing up:</strong> "Nuffing."<br /><br /><br />Reese was sitting on my lap feeling the baby kick... <strong>Reese:</strong> "What color is the baby gonna be?"<br /><strong>Me: </strong>"Umm, white."<br /><strong>Reese, frustrated:</strong> "Why is he going to be white?!"<br /><strong>Me:</strong> "Ummm...because Daddy and I are white."<br /><strong>Reese, totally disappointed and annoyed:</strong> "No! I want him to be black!!"<br /><strong>Me:</strong> "If this baby is black I'm gonna have some explaining to do."Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-687514571263140952011-03-27T15:26:00.001-07:002011-03-27T15:27:37.740-07:00<em>Reese and Tom just finished racing to the car. </em><br /><em>Reese:</em> <strong>"Daddy, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose......AND <em>I </em>won!"</strong> <br /><br /><em>Reese:</em> <strong>"When I turn 5 do I get to go to school ANNNND wipe my own poo?!"</strong>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-89341883784503248722011-02-28T16:17:00.000-08:002011-02-28T16:18:01.361-08:00Me answering a phone call from an 800 number: "<strong>Hello?</strong>"<br />Man with "an accent" on the other end: "<strong>Yes, may I please speak with (what I swear I heard) the <em>Master of the Chateau</em>?"</strong><br />Me totally taken aback: <strong>"THE WHO?!"</strong><br />Man: <strong>"Matthew DeSanto."</strong><br />Ohhh, that was better, but nope, neither of those guys were here.<br /><br />I had just finished up a silly dance, Reese laughed then said: <strong>"Mommy, you're funny.........but Daddy's <em>REALLY</em> funnier than you!"</strong><br /><br />Me: <strong>"Claire, are you poopy?"</strong><br />Claire: <strong>"No."<br /></strong>Me: <strong>"Are you tricking me?"</strong><br />Claire running away with a big smile: <strong>"Yeah, I trickin' you!"</strong><br />She was poopy.Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-15912889174189334772010-11-06T08:12:00.000-07:002011-02-01T13:05:16.325-08:00Cousin Noah asking Claire all the animal sounds....<strong>"What does a kitty say?"</strong><br />Claire: <strong>"Meow."</strong><br />Noah: <strong>"What does a piggy say?"</strong><br />Claire: <strong>"[some form of] Oink, oink."</strong><br />Noah: <strong>"What does a mommy say?"</strong><br />Claire: <strong>"Rarrrr!"</strong><br /><br />The girls were being super clingy and climbing all over me. Tom, trying to give me a break, said, <strong>"Girls, let's go play in the loft!"</strong> Very excited at the idea, Reese got right in Claire's face and said in a high pitched <em>talking-to-a-little-kid</em> voice, <strong>"Yeah, come on, Claire! Daddy's more fun than Mommy!"</strong>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-55049238947067231182010-08-26T19:15:00.000-07:002010-10-26T19:16:08.191-07:00As Reese and I walked into her room one night she let out a gasp as she looked around the room at all <strong><em>3</em> </strong>things that were lying on her floor. She then folded her arms while still looking around and said in disgust, <strong>"I can't believe this!! Who made this mess?"</strong> (Hmmm, I wonder.) A minute passed by and she looked at me still disgusted, <strong>"Was it you or Claire?!"</strong><br /><br />Sitting at the dinner table Reese <em>randomly</em> exclaimed, <strong>"My favorite word is 'going down the bayou' ".</strong> She will still give the same response when asked what her "favorite word" is. Because doesn't everybody have a favorite word?Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-36514826305943020902010-07-30T10:17:00.000-07:002010-08-24T10:19:07.699-07:00A Dora DVD kept skipping then eventually just came to a stop on an image of Dora standing there with her mouth open. <em>Reese decided to help her out and said very seriously,<strong> "I think she's trying to say 'single ladies'."</strong></em><br /><br />About 3/4 of the way through the movie <em>Toy Story 3</em>, Reese leaned over to me with raised eyebrows and a confused look and whispered, <em><strong>"Is this Twilight?"</strong></em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-34121517698673758382010-07-25T18:09:00.001-07:002010-07-25T18:09:51.595-07:00Reese's parting words to Tom as he was leaving her room at bedtime, <strong><em>"Daddy, you need to clean the house because Mommy doesn't know how." </em></strong>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-57051284226118807062010-06-07T08:21:00.000-07:002010-07-07T08:21:53.752-07:00After taking the water during sacrament meeting today, Reese loudly "whispered",<strong>"What's next?"</strong> (like we were being served a 5 course meal!)Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-48193596195449830022010-06-01T07:49:00.000-07:002010-06-22T07:50:08.258-07:00I got after Reese for doing something naughty and she ran out of the room and up the stairs with her hands over her face, sobbing. She's quite dramatic. A few minutes later, she came down the stairs, met eyes with Claire, and started laughing at something she was doing. She suddenly stopped, looked over at me with a snarl on her face and said, <strong>"I turned back into mean Reese." </strong>Boogar.<br /><br />Reese was reminiscing about when we first brought Claire home and then followed up with: <strong>"Heavenly Father put Cwaire in a store, and I said 'I want that one! That's my sister!' "</strong><br /><br />Our ward put together a video of all the primary children being asked different questions about their moms. <strong>Reese was asked "what does your mommy smell like?" Reese's answer...."noodles."</strong>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-86813166114594109802010-05-15T21:24:00.000-07:002010-06-06T21:24:38.128-07:001:30 at night: <strong>Reese comes into our room (unfortunately a nightly thing) and Tom jumps up (totally out of it) and asks, "Who's child is this?!" </strong>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-84310510718922116602010-04-28T21:42:00.000-07:002010-05-08T21:44:49.224-07:00Reese before going to bed: <em><strong>We need to lock all our doors so the monsters don't come in and eat all our food and drink all our milk....and our Crystal Light.</strong></em><br /><br />Rachel:<em> <strong>Come on Reese, we need to pick up the house.</strong></em><br />Confused Reese:<em> <strong>But the house is too heavy.</strong></em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-33984258269701532712010-03-08T21:43:00.000-08:002010-05-08T21:43:49.668-07:00Tom: <strong><em>"Isn't St. Patrick's Day your favorite holiday?"</em><br /></strong>Wife: <em><strong>look of confusion</strong></em><br />Tom: <em><strong>"Oh wait. That was Mindy's." (former girlfriend)</strong> <strong>Nervous laughter.</strong></em><strong><br /></strong>Wife: <em><strong>eye roll</strong></em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-13313980419290015922010-03-01T13:00:00.000-08:002010-04-14T13:03:30.951-07:00<em>During sharing time in primary, Reese turned around to a lady in our ward and said, "I like your hair." The teacher thought it was cute and laughed then replied, "Thank you. I like your hair too." Reese then exclaimed, "Thanks. I'm Minnie Mouse today!"</em><br /><br />"Minnie Mouse "<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbwR6ozcMlo60QHM05smEvzBg9UpGBDT0Nhc12j3vjP24HiT8_srNOeHI5xZdLJVNCZpgk6lmnP4bhsCRJjwhPfAMWjfl-VjoXhjLHinKSY89FX2fHGOVon-_awitNGBunY3o2_ZSvh6Y/s1600-h/minnie+mouse.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443793487825845506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbwR6ozcMlo60QHM05smEvzBg9UpGBDT0Nhc12j3vjP24HiT8_srNOeHI5xZdLJVNCZpgk6lmnP4bhsCRJjwhPfAMWjfl-VjoXhjLHinKSY89FX2fHGOVon-_awitNGBunY3o2_ZSvh6Y/s200/minnie+mouse.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-85844730436324523432010-02-10T13:03:00.000-08:002010-04-14T13:04:02.128-07:00<em>Going through airport security: Reese watched me closely as I took off my zip up hoodie and put it in a bin. She then (very obediently in her mind) began to take off her shirt while asking, "We have to take all our clothes off?!" Thank you airport for not enforcing that rule! </em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-52965257213207106952010-02-08T21:44:00.000-08:002010-05-08T21:44:32.024-07:00(A few weeks before potty training)<br /><em>I took Reese's pants off to change her diaper and suddenly a cute little voice chimes in....<strong>"Pants on the ground, pants on the ground. Lookin' like a fool with ya pants on the ground."</strong></em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-7951226229874175052010-01-25T21:35:00.000-08:002010-03-11T21:36:41.010-08:00<em>Reese and I were throwing a small ball back and forth. She dropped it like 10 straight times in a row while I caught every one of her throws. After all her drops she finally caught one. She then got about 12 inches from my face and chucked the ball at me...I obviously didn't catch it. She then said very innocently and sweetly, "You need to learn to catch the ball like me."</em><em></em>Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-22348142661588457372010-01-21T09:04:00.000-08:002010-02-09T09:05:33.069-08:00We were leaving Home Depot and Reese looked at me and said so serious and heartbroken, "They didn't say 'have a nice day'." Jerks! ;)Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-61852905642429156072010-01-05T09:03:00.000-08:002010-02-09T09:04:08.377-08:00We were having a family dance party one night and Reese was really getting into her dancing, intense face and all. She then suddenly shouted out "Chicken Nuggeeeeets" in a total "holla" sort of way.Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6919142667684019132.post-5620443551335883742009-11-05T13:59:00.000-08:002010-03-01T14:01:48.407-08:00NephiWhen we tell Reese "no" she likes to argue with us by telling us that somebody else said "yes". Like if I say "no", she'll tell me that "daddy said yes!" Not uncommon, I'm sure. My favorite though was when I told her one day that she couldn't have a piece of candy. Through tears she cried, "Nephi said yes!" Well, how could I argue with Nephi?!Rachel B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17719001495562309579noreply@blogger.com0