As you may recall...RR has been coined my "little hoot". She's so full of unintential wit that she always cracking me up. It's in the funniest of moments - somehow she gets a question or thought in her little brain and it just bubbles out. No context. No explanation. Just a little mental"fart" I guess you could call it.
Remember, she's only six....and here are a few of my favorites:
Dad, do you think boys are smarter, or, girls? I just can't decide."
"RJ, come and jump on the trampoline with me, you promised!" "But, we're here celebrating a birthday with our family." "But, it's not our whole family!" I guess the whole family must mean relatives from multiple states...
While making gifts for Grandpa who's birthday is tomorrow, RR picked up the picture of a little craft she was making and started heading upstairs...."Where are you going RR?" "I was going to ask Grandpa if he was going to get one of these as a gift, which one would he pick". We all started laughing! Hmm....not like he's going to know what he's now going to get! She's awfully short, but, I think her nose was rubbing the ceiling as she indignantly walked away with her hands on her hips.
What a hoot!
....more to come....
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
"Where's My Shoe??"
Shoes. We only have about 2 pairs each. There just isn’t room. You’d think this would mean they are always accessible, always available, always within sight, always within reach.
Think again.
“Where’s my shoe? Has anyone seen my shoe!!??”
(Chorus) “No”.
“Look where the shoes are.”
“I did. It’s not there. That’s why I’m asking!”
“I didn’t wear them last – you did! Where did you put them?”
“I don’t know”.
“Did you put them away in the box by the door?”
“Yes”.
“If you put them there, it should be there”.
(Dear reader, it should be noted that shoes aren’t allowed past the entry stairs and often are stored on the stairs…so, they can’t go very far....)
“I looked.”
“Look again.”
(Sister) “There it is!”
“No. That’s the one I already found. I’m looking for the other one!”
“Oh.”
(Mom) “OH NO! Did it fall out at Walmart?”
“I don’t know”.
(Mom) “If it did, I’m charging you. $25 buckaroos!”
(Mom) “Hurry up and find it. We have to go!”
“I’ll pay anyone a quarter who can find my shoe!”
“Here it is. It’s in the shoe box.”
It’s amazing how a little money can still go a long ways these days.
By the way, a note to parents – when having your children to look for their shoes, provide the following instructions: “Open BOTH eyes WIDE and look, and, you actually might find it if you move a few things in the pile”.
Think again.
“Where’s my shoe? Has anyone seen my shoe!!??”
(Chorus) “No”.
“Look where the shoes are.”
“I did. It’s not there. That’s why I’m asking!”
“I didn’t wear them last – you did! Where did you put them?”
“I don’t know”.
“Did you put them away in the box by the door?”
“Yes”.
“If you put them there, it should be there”.
(Dear reader, it should be noted that shoes aren’t allowed past the entry stairs and often are stored on the stairs…so, they can’t go very far....)
“I looked.”
“Look again.”
(Sister) “There it is!”
“No. That’s the one I already found. I’m looking for the other one!”
“Oh.”
(Mom) “OH NO! Did it fall out at Walmart?”
“I don’t know”.
(Mom) “If it did, I’m charging you. $25 buckaroos!”
(Mom) “Hurry up and find it. We have to go!”
“I’ll pay anyone a quarter who can find my shoe!”
“Here it is. It’s in the shoe box.”
It’s amazing how a little money can still go a long ways these days.
By the way, a note to parents – when having your children to look for their shoes, provide the following instructions: “Open BOTH eyes WIDE and look, and, you actually might find it if you move a few things in the pile”.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Gas Mileage
Today…we’re dipping our toes in Iowa, then back to Minnesota. Anyways, we interrupted my nap (imagine my crankiness) to fill up with gas. Carole chidingly says, “If you weren’t so full of yourself, you’d see our need for gas….” I only wanted to reduce my beauty wrinkles – what’s wrong with that?
We fill up. One “tradition” we have is figuring out gas mileage after every guzzle. I break out the Carole’s Camper’s Log and calculate the damage. Wow! “We got 14 mpg!” I announce. Carole dubiously asks, “How’s that possible?” “We had a heck of a tail wind on the way here”.
Laughter and ridicule would best describe the response. I’m insulted! Of course our 20,000 lb behemoth could get 14 mpg with a tail wind, and sail, and coasting in neutral 50% of the time. Why not? I scour the Camper’s Journal for the missing entry. Oops.
8.6 mpg. Well…that’s better than the past 7 mpg. I still think the tailwind helped. Or maybe it was all my driving in neutral.
We still didn’t do the tick check. I guess they probably all checked out by now.
We fill up. One “tradition” we have is figuring out gas mileage after every guzzle. I break out the Carole’s Camper’s Log and calculate the damage. Wow! “We got 14 mpg!” I announce. Carole dubiously asks, “How’s that possible?” “We had a heck of a tail wind on the way here”.
Laughter and ridicule would best describe the response. I’m insulted! Of course our 20,000 lb behemoth could get 14 mpg with a tail wind, and sail, and coasting in neutral 50% of the time. Why not? I scour the Camper’s Journal for the missing entry. Oops.
8.6 mpg. Well…that’s better than the past 7 mpg. I still think the tailwind helped. Or maybe it was all my driving in neutral.
We still didn’t do the tick check. I guess they probably all checked out by now.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Bumps
Dirt roads. 32’ motorhome. AWESOME! We’re headed to the Ingalls homestead site, and, I’m ready to do a little off roading!
As some of you country bumpkins know, dirt roads can gain a certain washboard effect given the building up of perpendicular ruts in the road. Imagine - giant vehicle with mildly poor suspension. It is VERY bumpy.
Hmmm….I’m having an early childhood recollection. The faster you drive, the wheels can’t get into the bumps and the drive smooths out! I announce such a fact to the family and immediately accelerate. If I waited for debate, I’m sure I’d be voted down. Not worth waiting.
It starts getting bumpier. I know it’ll be smoother sooner! Carole’s digging her nails into her chair. She looks scared. The kids teeth are chattering. I continue to accelerate. Wow! It does get a little bit smoother albeit a LITTLER LOUDER NOW!
In deference to the cries of my family, I slow down to 2 mph. 100 yards and 2 years later we arrive at the highway to turn right. “Don’t EVER do that again with my children in the vehicle!” “But it was smoother”. “But it’s a DIRT road, what if you ever had to stop?!”
Ok. Valid point. I just might accidentally squish the possum crossing the road.
Wait a minute....I bet I could even do a donut in this thing.
As some of you country bumpkins know, dirt roads can gain a certain washboard effect given the building up of perpendicular ruts in the road. Imagine - giant vehicle with mildly poor suspension. It is VERY bumpy.
Hmmm….I’m having an early childhood recollection. The faster you drive, the wheels can’t get into the bumps and the drive smooths out! I announce such a fact to the family and immediately accelerate. If I waited for debate, I’m sure I’d be voted down. Not worth waiting.
It starts getting bumpier. I know it’ll be smoother sooner! Carole’s digging her nails into her chair. She looks scared. The kids teeth are chattering. I continue to accelerate. Wow! It does get a little bit smoother albeit a LITTLER LOUDER NOW!
In deference to the cries of my family, I slow down to 2 mph. 100 yards and 2 years later we arrive at the highway to turn right. “Don’t EVER do that again with my children in the vehicle!” “But it was smoother”. “But it’s a DIRT road, what if you ever had to stop?!”
Ok. Valid point. I just might accidentally squish the possum crossing the road.
Wait a minute....I bet I could even do a donut in this thing.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Evening Motor Home Conversations
(initials of the speaker following each line of dialogue to protect the innocent)
(FYI – RR is the youngest munchky in Meityland)
RR, you don’t need to come in the bathroom. (RJ)
Well I need to do it first! (RR)
RJ, you can floss outside the bathroom. (KC (who’s in the shower))
Hey Guys. Remember to do your tick check! (Mom (who’s on the phone))
RJ’s not letting me into the bathroom! (RR)
RR, change in the bedroom. You’re all girls last time I checked. (Dad (who’s typing on the computer))
I can’t go to the bathroom because you’re going to look at me! (RR)
RR, don’t yell. (Mom (still on the phone))
Get out! (RR)
Coming through! (CG (making her way through the bathroom area – front to back)
….later….
Knock knock knock (RR knocking on the shower door).
RR, don’t look (KC)
Wow KC, you’re tall (RR)
….later….
Is there anyone in the bathroom? (KC (wanting to get out of the shower))
Hey – turn off the air conditioner! (Mom – of course too cold)
Coming through! (CG (making her way back to front))
Who’s going to let me out? (RR (too small to open the sliding curtains))
So is the dialogue in 270 sq feet of living space. I think RR is very funny. I call her our “Little Hoot”. Just think, she’s only been standing next to her proportionally taller sister for five years now! Her Wonders never cease.
Of course, all four girls forgot to do their tick check.
Ooops – RJ did.
(FYI – RR is the youngest munchky in Meityland)
RR, you don’t need to come in the bathroom. (RJ)
Well I need to do it first! (RR)
RJ, you can floss outside the bathroom. (KC (who’s in the shower))
Hey Guys. Remember to do your tick check! (Mom (who’s on the phone))
RJ’s not letting me into the bathroom! (RR)
RR, change in the bedroom. You’re all girls last time I checked. (Dad (who’s typing on the computer))
I can’t go to the bathroom because you’re going to look at me! (RR)
RR, don’t yell. (Mom (still on the phone))
Get out! (RR)
Coming through! (CG (making her way through the bathroom area – front to back)
….later….
Knock knock knock (RR knocking on the shower door).
RR, don’t look (KC)
Wow KC, you’re tall (RR)
….later….
Is there anyone in the bathroom? (KC (wanting to get out of the shower))
Hey – turn off the air conditioner! (Mom – of course too cold)
Coming through! (CG (making her way back to front))
Who’s going to let me out? (RR (too small to open the sliding curtains))
So is the dialogue in 270 sq feet of living space. I think RR is very funny. I call her our “Little Hoot”. Just think, she’s only been standing next to her proportionally taller sister for five years now! Her Wonders never cease.
Of course, all four girls forgot to do their tick check.
Ooops – RJ did.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
The Rears of Mount Rushmore
While hiking up Harney Peak and looking at the back of Mt. Rushmore, KC had an interesting little conversation with a passing hiker.
KC – Is that really the back of Mt. Rushmore?
Stranger – Yeah, don’t you see their rear ends?
Later, RJ shared this funny little exchange with Mom. As expected, and normally happens after spending lots and lots of time sisters, RJ was having a little trouble speaking kindly to CG….Mom’s response:
You’d better be nice, or, I’ll carve your rear end into the back of Mt. Rushmore!
KC – Is that really the back of Mt. Rushmore?
Stranger – Yeah, don’t you see their rear ends?
Later, RJ shared this funny little exchange with Mom. As expected, and normally happens after spending lots and lots of time sisters, RJ was having a little trouble speaking kindly to CG….Mom’s response:
You’d better be nice, or, I’ll carve your rear end into the back of Mt. Rushmore!
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