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If nothing else, you'll get a few good laughs out of my English!...
When he should be in bed....
"Come on mama - put your hands up like this,
So I get my hands up - like showing my muscles and he goes
no no! open your hands to the sky!!! ....
Now raise the roof!! Raise the roof!!!!" just Noah LOL
Midlife crisis?
I always liked Jeeps and I don't care for all the comforts in cars (In Brasil we don't have any "extras" in cars - I never had air conditioner, power windows, etc...)
It's not like I'm getting a Corvette and deff better then a pink sports car! =D
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Paste for the teeth
Ben's happy place
When it comes to music....
I was thinking: REALLY??? just like that??
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Noah: Guess what??!?! When I grow up I'm gonna be a singer AND a pollice man!
Me: Oh wow - cool - does that mean you are like gonna be singing while chasing bad guys?
Noah: NO! Duuuh! During the day I will be a police man and sing at the night!
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Now this was was priceless!!!
Noah was listening to a song, dancing and yells: "Come on mama, put your hands up in the air and raise the roof!!!"
ME?? LOL
Popular? Me?
Until then I wasn't paying much attention the word got my attention not because of me having an "Amy Duncan" moment but because surprisingly Noah is having a hard time integrating in school so I asked him "what you mean popular? What does that mean?"
"You smile and laugh a lot, and that makes you popular" was his answer
But I still wanted to know "what does it mean you are popular? Does it mean something?"
And Noah answered again: "yeeees. It means you smile and laugh a lot! So because you smile you have lots of friends"
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I wish you could hear their attitude!
I don't want to grow up
"Mom, I LOVE being 6 - I don't want to grow up! I don't want to be an adult! I wish time would stop and we would stay like this forever!"
I'm thinking to myself - I'm 30 - that sounds like a pretty good idea son! =D
"You can say that again"
"Nice choice Noah, very responsible of you"
And he answers: "you can say that again"
:PPPP
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Tasteful boudoir portrait
Go Phish
Me: We will baby we need to go buy fishing gear first!...
N: No mom, the concert! Take me there today!
Me: Oh baby, Phish is not a "place", its a band - they travel all around so we need to check where they are and see if we can go!
N: Well then check it cause I wanna go there!
:P
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Visions of the future
(he takes a long break here but before I can ask what was the vision about comes a...)
I see myself getting married but in the end its all pretend cause I'm a ninja!"
Noah
"Where will our leaf blow??..."
Often his teacher hangs the kids work outside the door for parents to see. Today when I get to school there was a new work and I couldn't help but shade a few tears.
The teacher's page said "Where will our leaf blow..." and each child colored theirs with fall colors, and the teacher wrote theirs answers; some said "to Kings Island", some said "to the Park"....
Noah's said: "to my Grandpa's house to see him"
He also wrote "Elan" to his best knowledge, if you notice it, there is a L, a E sideways, a N and a A
We all being thinking of you grandpa - each day... all day... Praying and we hope we get to see you soon!!!
One from Benjamin
~ Deep breath from Benjamin ~ and he spills: “I wish we could by a new car, and that it didn't have a radio”
Honestly? I was quite surprise – for real! So I asked – “Why baby?”
Ben's answer: “So I didn't have to listen to you sing”
*oooook – insert here a weird embarrassed face of mine with large wide open eyes*
How sad! I love to sing! I love to listen to music and I guess that annoys my big boy! =oP Bummer! I'm gonna have to get him so ear muffs =oP
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