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Dinner Plans

Heather (to Emery): “What should we have for dinner tonight?”

Emery: “A hot dog.”

Heather: “Silly, we had a hot dog for lunch.” [at Costco]

Emery: “How about … a …”

Emery & Lindsay Together: “… corn dog.”


Heather is lying in bed, Emery walks in with a book…

“Book!  Book!”

“Ok.”  Heather lifts Emery up on the bed.  “Do you know who that is?”


“No, that’s Santa.”


“No, not Satan, Santa.  San-ta.”


“No.  San-ta.”


Eat your What?

(Barney standing in bathroom, naked, waiting for shower to get hot; Heather lying in bed.)

“I want to eat your ass and die,” says Heather.

“What?” Barney replies.

“I want your ass and thighs.”

“Oh, of course, I’m beautiful.”

(Barney steps into the shower shaking his head.)

The Price For Good Weather

I went into Barney’s office a few minutes ago to see if he was almost done with work.  He had his shirt off because it’s pretty warm up here on these nice sunny days.  Lindsay wandered in to say hi too, and noticed Barney’s armpit hair.  She asked, "Do you have fur daddy?"  To which he replied, "kind of" while lifting up his arm to inspect for himself.  Lindsay said, "oh", and then, "You smell like Pew", at which point I burst into a fit of hysterics that I sorely needed today.  Thanks Lindsay, you keep us guessing and entertained at all times.

The Lindsay Files

While we were enjoying Thanksgiving with our close and extended
family last week, Chloe brought her little bird, Tito, downstairs to
hang out with everyone.  After flying around the room a bunch,
which I might add made Lindsay laugh hysterically, he settled on
Spencer’s shoulder.  Lindsay raced over to the couch Spencer and I
were sitting on and I told her, "Look sweetie, Tito’s sitting on
Spencers shoulder.  Isn’t that cute?"  She moved around my
legs, studied Tito for a moment, and then looked at me with an
all-knowing, slightly condescending expression on her face and replied,
"ACTUALLY he’s standing on his shoulder mommy." and nodded with her eyebrows raised and chin tucked.

Well excuuuuuuse me.  ;)  Cheeky thing.  I
couldn’t help laughing.  I know this is just the beginning of
being corrected by my far-too-intelligent-for-her-own-good
daughter.  And she’s not even two yet!  Yikes.

time I change Emery now, while she helps me wipee him down, she tells
me that boys have a "PEEE-nis" and girls have "an-TEN-na". 

Then, just this afternoon while we were all having lunch
together, as Barney poured her some juice she told us, matter of
factly, "Juice going poop and pee-pee."  Too funny. 



"That’s right.  And who wears the apron?"