I just wanted to write about my cousin, Lauren. She is a very nice person and friend. She always calls me on the phone to see what I am up to; even when we're not able to visit each other. She is 11 years old and I am only 4. That's like someone who is 109 years old hanging around with someone who is under 100. Although, I don't think they'd play with Barbies and run around outside. It would be funny to watch them try though. Especially in the dark! But I'd have to have my brother's night-vision goggles on. My brother only has one pair, so if Lauren was there we'd have to share. I find it easier to share with her than with my 3 brothers. That's like pulling adult teeth from a baby.
Anyway, Lauren is my best friend and I think that she should invite me for lots of overnights ;)
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
The Middle of Summer
How, now, did we ever make it this far into a beautiful PEI summer? We are so far in that I heard daddy talking with someone at the mall yesterday about back to school shopping. Didn't my brothers just leave school? Boy, we have done so much since then. We adopted a new brother and even went to a beach in a place that I can't pronouce. I think it rhymes with Shmustico or some silly name like that. I think one of my blogstalkers lives near there...Karen the woman daddy says is married to a cool farmer. They sound like a cool family, maybe I'll meet them someday ;)
My new brother is learning lots of English words. My favorite cousin Lauren plays with me all the time, and we're going to a family party this afternoon. We are all bringing water guns. Now I have to go because daddy wants me to help him cut the grass. I don't actually cut it, I just follow him from the front yard to the back yard, smiling, so he thinks I am helping him. HA HA, jokes on him :)
My new brother is learning lots of English words. My favorite cousin Lauren plays with me all the time, and we're going to a family party this afternoon. We are all bringing water guns. Now I have to go because daddy wants me to help him cut the grass. I don't actually cut it, I just follow him from the front yard to the back yard, smiling, so he thinks I am helping him. HA HA, jokes on him :)
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Blue Goo Face
What’s your favorite kind of ice-cream? Mine is Blue Goo from Buzzy’s Dairy Bar. When daddy says we’re going to Buzzy’s for ice-cream, it’s the same as someone telling daddy that they just bought and installed an outside, in-ground hot tub for him!! This happened just last night. Not the hot tub, the ice-cream.
But I don’t like Blue Goo ice-cream when someone is trying to parent me through sarcasm towards my daddy, just after he tells me not to do something. For example, I love hanging off the counter at Buzzy’s, it has this really neat ledge that I can grip perfectly. I can hang almost all the way upside down. For some reason, which I’ll never understand, daddy told me not to do this. He tells me this every time I go, so now I just get down and do something else really neat.
But last night after he told me to get down, this lady behind him said, “Oh, doesn’t daddy know that little girls like to climb?” And then she smiled at daddy. I must tell you that I’ve never felt so empowered! Perhaps this lady should have been there the first time I tried this, then I could have been hanging off the ledge all along! But daddy’s half-smile back at her almost looked like he wasn’t in agreement with her. Strange. Or so I thought.
So daddy ordered my brother a caramel ice-cream, which was as tall as the tree in our front yard. But when mine came to the window, it was only half as big. What in the name of time is wrong with this picture? Guess who knew…? Yes…the lady behind daddy! She was like an angel from the clouds, because she said, “Hmmm, that doesn’t seem very fair now does it?” Praise whoever! What a saint! Although, daddy seemed to have a different opinion because his half smile was gone now, it was more like a full no-smile. So then daddy explained, “Alyssa, honey, the last time we came here the sun melted your ice-cream too quickly. So we’re saving a big mess by getting you an ice-cream this big.” Mmmm. Whatever.
Then the lady, moving closer to me, says, “Oh, nothing a little napkin won’t clean up.” And then she smiled even bigger this time. And all of a sudden the lady had ice-cream on her face. No, I’m just kidding, but daddy quickly passed me the ice-cream and didn’t respond to her, so I think he really wanted to smoosh it on her face, but he’s not like that, really.
Anyway, I finished my ice-cream and some of it did melt on my hands and shirt. And I learned a great lesson today. If someone starts trying to talk to your parents through you, just ignore them…perhaps your daddy will buy you a FULL sized ice-cream.
Oh, and if the lady is reading this. I'm only 4 years old, so I really don't know what I'm talking about. It's all guess work.
But I don’t like Blue Goo ice-cream when someone is trying to parent me through sarcasm towards my daddy, just after he tells me not to do something. For example, I love hanging off the counter at Buzzy’s, it has this really neat ledge that I can grip perfectly. I can hang almost all the way upside down. For some reason, which I’ll never understand, daddy told me not to do this. He tells me this every time I go, so now I just get down and do something else really neat.
But last night after he told me to get down, this lady behind him said, “Oh, doesn’t daddy know that little girls like to climb?” And then she smiled at daddy. I must tell you that I’ve never felt so empowered! Perhaps this lady should have been there the first time I tried this, then I could have been hanging off the ledge all along! But daddy’s half-smile back at her almost looked like he wasn’t in agreement with her. Strange. Or so I thought.
So daddy ordered my brother a caramel ice-cream, which was as tall as the tree in our front yard. But when mine came to the window, it was only half as big. What in the name of time is wrong with this picture? Guess who knew…? Yes…the lady behind daddy! She was like an angel from the clouds, because she said, “Hmmm, that doesn’t seem very fair now does it?” Praise whoever! What a saint! Although, daddy seemed to have a different opinion because his half smile was gone now, it was more like a full no-smile. So then daddy explained, “Alyssa, honey, the last time we came here the sun melted your ice-cream too quickly. So we’re saving a big mess by getting you an ice-cream this big.” Mmmm. Whatever.
Then the lady, moving closer to me, says, “Oh, nothing a little napkin won’t clean up.” And then she smiled even bigger this time. And all of a sudden the lady had ice-cream on her face. No, I’m just kidding, but daddy quickly passed me the ice-cream and didn’t respond to her, so I think he really wanted to smoosh it on her face, but he’s not like that, really.
Anyway, I finished my ice-cream and some of it did melt on my hands and shirt. And I learned a great lesson today. If someone starts trying to talk to your parents through you, just ignore them…perhaps your daddy will buy you a FULL sized ice-cream.
Oh, and if the lady is reading this. I'm only 4 years old, so I really don't know what I'm talking about. It's all guess work.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Sleepy Heads
Think of a time when you were totally and utterly disoriented. Don't read below until you have a time.
It likely took you a few seconds (or more) to think of a time, right? Well this happens to me all the time. Especially when I'm waking up. It doesn't matter where I am or who is there when I fall asleep or who is there when I wake up...for the life of me I have no idea about ANYTHING when I wake up.
If someone doesn't wake me up, then I slowly wake up myself and I'm fine after a few seconds. And it's not so bad when dad wakes me up because I can hear him and he just waits for me to come around. But mom is always in a rush so she doesn't have time to wait for me to wake up. And let me tell you, man oh man when my mother or brothers wake me up I swear to you I have no idea who I am, where I am, why I am, or how I got here. It's really scary sometimes! I look left, right, up, down, at the person waking me up, past the person waking me up, and I even try to look at myself. It's like I'm being born as an alien and another alien is standing in front of me talking alien language. And it's SO WIERD when they turn into English speaking mothers and brothers again. What's even worse, my father always laughs at me, which makes me even more scared and paranoid! My mother usually just says something loud or fast and starts pulling me out of my car seat or bed or couch or whatever. And I'm ZOOED.
If you are a mother or a brother or father reading this, would you mind taking the time to use an alien translator or something before you wake up your daughter or sister? How would you like it if a space creature came in and made you freak out?
A little consideration goes a long way. 'Cause then I won't jump on YOU in your bed before 7:00AM on Saturday morning.
;)
It likely took you a few seconds (or more) to think of a time, right? Well this happens to me all the time. Especially when I'm waking up. It doesn't matter where I am or who is there when I fall asleep or who is there when I wake up...for the life of me I have no idea about ANYTHING when I wake up.
If someone doesn't wake me up, then I slowly wake up myself and I'm fine after a few seconds. And it's not so bad when dad wakes me up because I can hear him and he just waits for me to come around. But mom is always in a rush so she doesn't have time to wait for me to wake up. And let me tell you, man oh man when my mother or brothers wake me up I swear to you I have no idea who I am, where I am, why I am, or how I got here. It's really scary sometimes! I look left, right, up, down, at the person waking me up, past the person waking me up, and I even try to look at myself. It's like I'm being born as an alien and another alien is standing in front of me talking alien language. And it's SO WIERD when they turn into English speaking mothers and brothers again. What's even worse, my father always laughs at me, which makes me even more scared and paranoid! My mother usually just says something loud or fast and starts pulling me out of my car seat or bed or couch or whatever. And I'm ZOOED.
If you are a mother or a brother or father reading this, would you mind taking the time to use an alien translator or something before you wake up your daughter or sister? How would you like it if a space creature came in and made you freak out?
A little consideration goes a long way. 'Cause then I won't jump on YOU in your bed before 7:00AM on Saturday morning.
;)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Cows and War
So last night mom tells me that I have to take a bath with my brother. OK...two things wrong with this: 1) He's a boy 2) He's got dirt all over him. So I try to explain to mom that there's NO WAY I am getting in that tub with him. I look at her and say, "Mooooooooom."
And she says, "Yes?"
And I explain very clearly, "I don't want to get a bath with HIM!"
To which she replies, "Well that's too bad; I'm not wasting all that water and I don't have the time to bathe the two of you separately."
OK...two things wrong with this: 1) My mom clearly didn't extrapolate properly when I said that I didn't want to bathe with him 2) I've got all the time in the world.
Anyway, so mom starts filling the tub and my brother jumps in as soon as she touches the stupid tap, and then she tells me to get in. At this point I am feeling like a cow being led to the place where they get turned into hamburgers, and the guy that works there is smiling at me as if I'm already a hamburger. You know the feeling...you're cornered! So I know there's no use in arguing with mom, because I'll just get turned into a hamburger anyway.
I'm now in the tub and my brother takes ALL the toys, including my Dora The Explorer squeezy water toy. THIS IS WAR, MAN. But I try to remain civil and take it from him using both of my hands, and he gets mad at me and throws it at my face. This is unbelievable. I'm turned into a hamburger AND humiliated at the same time. Thank goodness daddy came in and told him that he is not supposed to do that. Eventually, my brother gave up and said he wanted out of the tub. Works for me!!
At any rate...I highly recommend sitting down with your mom to plan out separate bath times. That way, you avoid becoming a hamburger, and Dora The Explorer stays with you.
War avoided.
And she says, "Yes?"
And I explain very clearly, "I don't want to get a bath with HIM!"
To which she replies, "Well that's too bad; I'm not wasting all that water and I don't have the time to bathe the two of you separately."
OK...two things wrong with this: 1) My mom clearly didn't extrapolate properly when I said that I didn't want to bathe with him 2) I've got all the time in the world.
Anyway, so mom starts filling the tub and my brother jumps in as soon as she touches the stupid tap, and then she tells me to get in. At this point I am feeling like a cow being led to the place where they get turned into hamburgers, and the guy that works there is smiling at me as if I'm already a hamburger. You know the feeling...you're cornered! So I know there's no use in arguing with mom, because I'll just get turned into a hamburger anyway.
I'm now in the tub and my brother takes ALL the toys, including my Dora The Explorer squeezy water toy. THIS IS WAR, MAN. But I try to remain civil and take it from him using both of my hands, and he gets mad at me and throws it at my face. This is unbelievable. I'm turned into a hamburger AND humiliated at the same time. Thank goodness daddy came in and told him that he is not supposed to do that. Eventually, my brother gave up and said he wanted out of the tub. Works for me!!
At any rate...I highly recommend sitting down with your mom to plan out separate bath times. That way, you avoid becoming a hamburger, and Dora The Explorer stays with you.
War avoided.
Friday, July 4, 2008
New Brothers
Hi everyone,
I haven't posted in a while...my parents went to China and brought home a new brother. His name is Evan (otherwise known as the kid who acts like he has lived here longer than me; and also that he's mommy's favorite). He can't speak English and I can 't speak Chinese...and he keeps looking at me like I am broken or something! Anyway, I don't know what to make of him yet, he keeps taking all of my Barbies and pushing me whenever he gets a chance. I am not going to retaliate yet, because what if he's planning on taking over Canada? If I stay on his good side, I can broad-side him after he's done. That way, he won't see it coming. For now I think I'll stay under the radar like my older brothers; they seem to think he's like a new puppy or something. I think he's cute, but he certainly lacks in playfulness and personality.
If you have any new brothers or sisters coming from far away, you might want to lock your Barbies away for a while and buy a puppy shock collar. I've heard it's a safe way to train your brother...I mean puppy.
I haven't posted in a while...my parents went to China and brought home a new brother. His name is Evan (otherwise known as the kid who acts like he has lived here longer than me; and also that he's mommy's favorite). He can't speak English and I can 't speak Chinese...and he keeps looking at me like I am broken or something! Anyway, I don't know what to make of him yet, he keeps taking all of my Barbies and pushing me whenever he gets a chance. I am not going to retaliate yet, because what if he's planning on taking over Canada? If I stay on his good side, I can broad-side him after he's done. That way, he won't see it coming. For now I think I'll stay under the radar like my older brothers; they seem to think he's like a new puppy or something. I think he's cute, but he certainly lacks in playfulness and personality.
If you have any new brothers or sisters coming from far away, you might want to lock your Barbies away for a while and buy a puppy shock collar. I've heard it's a safe way to train your brother...I mean puppy.
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