On the Move...

I have finally been convinced to move away from the xanga world and jump into the blogspot world.  To stay current with all the funny babysitting stories and anything else visit http://em2theresq.blogspot.com

Long Overdue...

An update is long overdue...

I'll start with some adventures in babysitting.  (The first one may be a repeat...but it really makes me laugh!)

Babysitting for a group of kids from kindergarten to fourth grade...this was one of the most interesting conversations

Blake:  You can't punish me!
Ryan: Oh yea, well my Dad can!
Blake:  Your dad can't punish anybody! 
Morgan: (thinking about the above conversation)  Well...if your mom gives your dad permission then he can!

A few weeks back I was babysitting Will & Elizabeth (2nd Grade & 1st Grade) and the power went out.  It was out for quite a while and yet they constantly tried to turn on every television in the house "just to see if that one worked"  As you would imagine the activities for the evening were rather interesting...and of course there were interesting conversations.
Somehow due to the power outage we started talking about Thomas Edison...
W:  Who invented the tv?
Me: I'm not sure
Eliz: it was thomas ed’s friend
W: no his friend invented the telephone
Eliz: No that was his other friend
W: How many friends did he have
Eliz: I don’t know…as many as we have?
W: but he’s a grown up
Me: So grown ups don't have as many friends as kids?
W: That’s exactly what I’m saying.  Seriously (said much like Ming Ming on the wonder pets for those of you who know who that is)  think about it…kids are friends with all the kids in the neighborhood…and there just aren’t as many parents.

Then...we were "hunting" and this is the convo that took place:
Me:  Ok, lead the way!
Eliz: I'll lead the way...come on!
W: No...We should let God lead us.  God will lead the way!
Eliz:  Okay, fine!  But I get to be second!

And on a totally separate occasion while eating dinner...
W: Yea I looooove meat!  I'm definitely a meat eater!
Eliz:  Yea, well who isn't?
W:  This girl in my class...she's a veterinarian.

And of course my two favorite boys always have tons of funny things to say:
(check out the photos section for these two!)

A while back we were playing before their parents left and this is the convo that took place:

H: Miss Emily, which kind of ice cream would you like?
E: Oh I'd really love some vanilla ice cream!
H: And chocolate too right....because I got it for you and I'm your husband.  That's what husbands do.
E: (laughing really hard)
The Dad: Are you and Miss Emily getting married?
H: No, Dad.  We're already married...I'm her husband.

The same wonderful Holden (almost 4) also informed me while I was studying for the GRE...
H: Miss Emily, I think it's important that you know this for your test
E: Know what?
H: The words delicate and fragile are synonyms.  Do you know what that means, Miss Emily?  It means they match...they are the same. 
E: You're right that's true.  They are synonyms.
H:  Miss Emily, do you even know what those words mean? 

Also...before bed one night he wanted to show me his "real live caterpillar"...
H:  Miss Emily do you see my real live caterpillar?
E:  (laughing because it was plastic)
H:  (annoyed that I was laughing)  Why are you laughing, Miss Emily?  Is it because you think my caterpillar is plastic?  If it appears that he is plastic it's only because he's wearing a costume.

And last night...in his attempt to not eat his vegetables...
H:  I don't eat the vegetables...they don't like it when I eat them...it hurts them.
E:  I don't think they would mind.  It's important to eat your vegetables.
H:  (in a "vegetable" voice)  Don't eat me! Don't eat me!  It's not nice to eat vegetables!
E:  (Giving him the look that you better eat your vegetables)
H:  Okay Miss Emily...so my vegetables don't actually say that...but they want to...it's just that vegetable is such a big word they can't say it themselves...I have to help them.

In other news....

I got a new job!  I'll be working at Meredith College as an RD really soon!  I'm really excited about the change...and that it will give me the opportunity to work on getting grad school stuff together and take some classes.  It should be interesting to see how things will go...I picked up my keys on Friday...

Finally...Another Update.

For those of you that have been requesting an update I am so sorry it has taken so long!  However, in order to provide you with such entertaining babysitting stories I must spend a lot of time babysitting...and between doing that and working my real job I've been pretty busy lately!

In no particular order here are a few stories from spending time with my favorite boys.  (Also I should let you know that I have spent many hours playing bull cow...I am, of course, the bull...and Holden and Owen pretend that they are riding in the rodeo.  Holden is quite hilarious and says things like "Woo Hoo!  You're one fierce bull...now come on a buck me off!"  He also likes to pretend that my ponytail is the reigns...it tends to work for him because when he pulls my hair hard enough I jump and it makes him fall off which he thinks is great!

Playing cowboy he made guns with his fingers to shoot me
H: Look Miss Emily...I'm tough!...I've got ZZ guns!
E: You've got what?
H:  ZZ guns....but they really look like L's!

(an old story I remembered but don't think I wrote about it in here...)
Holden was packing for a trip...he packed up his suitcase and said:
H: Ok Miss Emily...I'm all packed!  I have everything we could possibly need.
E: Great.  What all did you pack?
H: Well...there's Timpleton (plastic rat), Stellaluna (stuffed bat), Green Green (blanket) and baby wipes for you, Miss Emily...you know...in case you need to wipe your butt.

(Getting the boys ready for bed)
E: Ok Holden...I'm going upstairs to get Owie ready for bed-are you going to stay down here and play until your bedtime? 
H: No!  I'm coming upstairs because I love you and can't stand to be without you!
(he paused for a few moments...and as we're walking up the stairs he continues...)
H: Actually, Miss Emily...it's not that I love you....I just don't want to be down here alone.
H: (thinking some more) Well...I really do love you a little.

(As we're reading books at bedtime)
H: Miss Emily...my nose is clogged!
(I give him a Kleenex and he blows his nose)
H: (Handing me the used Kleenex) Can you hold this a second?  I gotta get the crust out first.
E: (Trying really hard not to laugh at him even though he's the cutest kid ever! And I allowed him to pick all of the "crust" out of his nose.)
H: Miss Emily...do you know what crust is?
E: (Very curious as to what his explanation might be) What is it?
H: It's the crunchy hard stuff that's on the edge of the pot pie you make me sometimes.
(I'm not sure if he's insulting my cooking abilities or if he thinks he seriously has food up his nose!)

That's all the funny stories I have for now.  I hope that satisfies all of you regular readers looking for a little chuckle!

New Kid...New Story

Friday night I went to babysit for a new family.  That's where I met a very spunky 4 year old, Tori. 

We played a few games, and played with Polly Pockets and watched a movie....nothing too eventful but I thought this conversation was funny.

Tori: Ok you be this girl with long hair and I'll be the little girl. (2 Polly Pocket dolls)
Me: Ok.  I really like her long hair.  What outfit should she wear?
Tori: It doesn't really matter about the clothes.  I'm the only one that can decide what she wears anyway.
Me:  Ok.  Well what are the girls going to do tonight.
Tori:  Um, I think you should kill her. (referring to my doll)
Me: No, I don't think we should kill people.  That's a very mean and bad thing to do.
Tori: No, it's okay.  She's a really bad person...she hits people.

Currently Reading Is Your Mama A Llama? By Deborah Guarino see related

More words of wisdom from my favorite 3 year old...

So tonight I babysat for Holden and Owen again.  They have to be the cutest kids ever!  (One day I'll remember to take my camera to get good pictures of them)  Holden wore his chaps and cowboy boots for most of the night and he protected me from all of the "hyenas" that were around.  In the midst of all of this he looks at me and says:
H: Miss Emily...if you're bad you don't get to read three books
E: That's right.  If you're bad we take books away
H: Are you bad sometimes?  Like do you not listen to your mom?
E: Well I try to be good.  It's not nice to not listen to your parents.
H: But sometimes you use bad words?
E: It's not nice to use bad words.  That would make my mom upset. 
H: Yea it makes my mom upset too.  But what if your mom is mean to you?  Are you bad then?
E: If my mom is mean to me? What do you mean?
H: Ok, look...so if your mom is mean to you...you should just lock her in her room and take all of her books away!

While eating a snack there is suddenly a very loud farting noise
H: Miss Emily...was that you?
E: (trying not to laugh at the expression on his face) No, it wasn't me.
H: I bet it was Josie! (the dog)
E: Maybe it was Josie.
H: Well..it was either You, or Josie, or Dozer (the other dog)
H: (after looking around for a minute) Ha ha...it was ME!

After Owen went to bed I got to play for a little while longer with just Holden.  We were closing the door to the playroom and he says
H: Whew.  No more tag nicing.
E: (completely confused) What?
H: Sometimes Owie tag nices me and I tag nice him right back!  Mom says we shouldn't tag nice each other.
E: Oh...I think you mean antagonize
H: Yea that's what I meant. A tag nice.  It's not nice to tag mean, Miss Emily.

And another random thing that just cracked me up...
As I was carrying Holden upstairs to tuck him in to bed he looks up at me and says in all seriousness:
"Is your mama a llama Miss Emily?"  It just cracked me up.  By the way if you haven't read "Is your Mama a Llama" before you definitely should.  It's one of my new favorites!