farm funnies

Cadrian crawled to the refrigerator, opened the door and helped himself to a carrot. He shut the door behind himself and crawled into me in the other room with a big grin on his face and handed me the carrot to cut up.
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He is signing bye-bye, thank you, all done, more…and FINALLY signing nurse appropriately. And frequently. The other morning, it was pitch dark in our bedroom, but I could hear his little hand moving, and felt to be sure. Sure enough, he’s signing “Nurse” in the dark.
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The beginning of our national anthem when you’re three:
ohhhhhh satan you see byyyyy the darling light
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Out of no where, Aviana gives me a hug and a heart melting grin, and says, “God thinks you’re a good mama.”
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A friend asks me how homeschooling is going; did we start yet, what do we do. Aviana comes over and Anne asks her what we do for school.
“Oh, we just read the Encyclopedia”

(which technically, is true, since the Usborne Children’s Encyclopedia is part of our history and science curriculum)
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Brielle is wearing her sandals, a shirt and some bundies. “Hey,” says I, “You forgot your pants.”

“I don’t need pants!” she emphatically states.

After much back and forth, she definitively adds, “I don’t need pants because I’m going to exercise.”

“You still need pants to exercise.”

“I don’t need pants betuz the people who exercise on the side of the road don’t need pants!”

A pox on all you scantily clad joggers!
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A friend’s facebook status: Who else but the Lord could write such poetry: “He breathed the word, and all the stars were born.” Psalm 33:6

My five year old responds: That’s so much happiness, it just kind of makes me want to cry.

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Brielle found her first caterpillar. He lives in Mason jar. She wants to take him Sunday School. I told her we couldn’t take him to church. Later she told me it was ” because they don’t wike tatterpiwwers betuz he’s dunna poo.”

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Aviana: I let Brielle have a turn, even though she was pestering. I let her have her way, but that’s ok, because I’m not her mom.