tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30808004345100814082024-03-19T04:28:27.446-07:00The things they sayMy three year old is my favorite entertainment. He cracks me up!Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-33123880760541863732011-03-04T19:20:00.000-08:002011-03-04T20:02:22.165-08:00Elijah starts Kindergarten<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_OVvx_fQUBrvnymuT9R3xn0eFUItIqLTjpsDzh5vuBV8tykUf5yByy8u-ZbWyAtJ2YdfOnxvt-3r3gz0uxlxXhiAEJE0xD4Hf0JKUBkqHLhFynmIbUD0iCRWYMCgEfna66bidKMwDQIq/s1600/1st+day+of+School14.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580440174036667938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_OVvx_fQUBrvnymuT9R3xn0eFUItIqLTjpsDzh5vuBV8tykUf5yByy8u-ZbWyAtJ2YdfOnxvt-3r3gz0uxlxXhiAEJE0xD4Hf0JKUBkqHLhFynmIbUD0iCRWYMCgEfna66bidKMwDQIq/s320/1st+day+of+School14.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Elijah started Kindergarten this year and back in September during his first week of school he told his teacher something I couldn't believe. He got off the bus and I asked him how his day was:</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Elijah: Good. My teacher told me she's going to have to talk to the nurse about me.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Me: What? Why?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Elijah: Well, she told us to take out our folders and I didn't hear her. So she said Elijah I asked you 3 times to take out your folder. I said I'm sorry but I suffer from short term memory loss.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Me: What? Why would you say that? What did she say?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Elijah: She said she will have to talk to the nurse about my short term memory loss.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Me: Great. This is going to be a fun year :)</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-65514421311862683502008-09-09T12:22:00.000-07:002008-09-09T12:35:36.226-07:00How was your day, daddy?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdBAt2L0xM4dQyjjonXcA1agv77s9dg8Dd1q0wEFApQ_QRqt0oinyjYLbn4WwYglvM-mbzvg_Xmux1HtxRrJZjWQ204Fvlw9XSPEdmhZy6-wEHwvhRXG9Vvhx4NaSdsDPt8fD7sAl9EIC/s1600-h/757.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244106820923010818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAdBAt2L0xM4dQyjjonXcA1agv77s9dg8Dd1q0wEFApQ_QRqt0oinyjYLbn4WwYglvM-mbzvg_Xmux1HtxRrJZjWQ204Fvlw9XSPEdmhZy6-wEHwvhRXG9Vvhx4NaSdsDPt8fD7sAl9EIC/s320/757.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINsVPdphKTutAwDr5jrYDXZP7ZZquDGECMZCj7B9xePBXEJx5gXd5d5b2YIDhZ9OZRLpozwo3pfDlVKRvwvfQOd43Hva_vLB26XuoI2bnQJHvOTQU9na00ys9wJK29U1Q4U2iTPd35m8l/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244105743916832898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px" height="135" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINsVPdphKTutAwDr5jrYDXZP7ZZquDGECMZCj7B9xePBXEJx5gXd5d5b2YIDhZ9OZRLpozwo3pfDlVKRvwvfQOd43Hva_vLB26XuoI2bnQJHvOTQU9na00ys9wJK29U1Q4U2iTPd35m8l/s320/012.JPG" width="254" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Every night when daddy gets home from work he asks Eli about his day and one night this was thier conversation:</div><br /><div>Daddy: Eli, how was your day?</div><br /><div>Eli: Good, how was your day, daddy?</div><br /><div>Daddy: Bad.</div><br /><div>Eli: Oh, why? Because your friends wouldn't play with you today?</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-22417405882633977752008-09-02T19:39:00.000-07:002008-09-02T19:42:29.101-07:00Bedtime<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdDIc8ksc6WT6PjTE1RWAq1KpSyKyvwYcR0E9QSqoNuAdcGhRcuVYVO8CeUjrA31cnIHMYi62rLWkcL-30qDNN1RWiTHIiHxR8u_3WlyWdLaNtWFdM23GbZE_J10ZJLlmJMdWhrlbhv3r/s1600-h/Eli4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241619836832572130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdDIc8ksc6WT6PjTE1RWAq1KpSyKyvwYcR0E9QSqoNuAdcGhRcuVYVO8CeUjrA31cnIHMYi62rLWkcL-30qDNN1RWiTHIiHxR8u_3WlyWdLaNtWFdM23GbZE_J10ZJLlmJMdWhrlbhv3r/s320/Eli4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Me: Eli its past your bedtime<br />Eli: Yay!<br />Me: You have to go to bed now.<br />Eli: No, you said my bedtime has passed so now i dont have to go to bed.</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-51668967082291763322008-06-16T18:08:00.000-07:002008-06-16T18:20:11.285-07:00Mommy, I Cut My Hair<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEdMmTHdRaMcJba00mh3Qm5bjlHkfdBAx67UVMCAncdK5ggWcmuUdU4rmjP7lrddl7JFpT3Gb1BCUXiFGDyD4Evnm4vCGSe9nxADmWtN8OJGypSDE5vWGXomGIaZQS_ZdKPfvJ9Fo-ppZ/s1600-h/Copy+(1)+of7-27-07+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212653995858043970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEdMmTHdRaMcJba00mh3Qm5bjlHkfdBAx67UVMCAncdK5ggWcmuUdU4rmjP7lrddl7JFpT3Gb1BCUXiFGDyD4Evnm4vCGSe9nxADmWtN8OJGypSDE5vWGXomGIaZQS_ZdKPfvJ9Fo-ppZ/s320/Copy+(1)+of7-27-07+076.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Elijah and I were scrapbooking together when I got a phone call. After I hung up he told me he cut his hair with his scissors. I didn't believe him because I couldn't see any obvious bald spots. He insisted he did while I was on the phone and then showed me the spot. It was towards the back in the middle. I punished him by putting him in time out and told him he should never do it again. When he came out of time out he said " I'm sorry I cut my hair mommy. I wanted to look like Grandpa and he doesn't have any hair in the middle." I couldn't stay mad after that.</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-32346977369681697192008-06-02T16:23:00.000-07:002008-06-02T16:32:25.452-07:00I built those trees<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOR4VWBfxLxQvv_ucyFYgI7e2MxB3qB7FbM3oTVDytT-7taY-od6hAgPTLCD2bJ15ZNZPhx-7o0WYrxyoIWf8A2-0V0Ml7XqCOTRPMw_z48daLl2hyphenhyphenKy2Meu7Nkvu10Zbf5aCv08VMRSSL/s1600-h/Camelbeach+2+082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207430623127988994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOR4VWBfxLxQvv_ucyFYgI7e2MxB3qB7FbM3oTVDytT-7taY-od6hAgPTLCD2bJ15ZNZPhx-7o0WYrxyoIWf8A2-0V0Ml7XqCOTRPMw_z48daLl2hyphenhyphenKy2Meu7Nkvu10Zbf5aCv08VMRSSL/s320/Camelbeach+2+082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>About a year ago we were driving back from Scranton and Elijah says pointing at the mountains: "You see all those trees, mommy. I built those trees when I was big." Ever since then he tells me that everytime we pass that area of mountains.</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-15490459116626409592008-06-02T14:52:00.001-07:002008-06-02T14:55:31.170-07:00He's Shy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtb2Au82B59A_8AlEw3eFa2hbgOfogXnDWpq2XtsFX9_mDvIAdP8NpE2lrofd6Iw2OF5O1oEFuQVs-hnAv08SCPcu82Ov1UE5LzSXmlSo_3Ykfi0htjKv7h5It8q9US7h_0Ke35hG67zU/s1600-h/2+months4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207406103159696082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLtb2Au82B59A_8AlEw3eFa2hbgOfogXnDWpq2XtsFX9_mDvIAdP8NpE2lrofd6Iw2OF5O1oEFuQVs-hnAv08SCPcu82Ov1UE5LzSXmlSo_3Ykfi0htjKv7h5It8q9US7h_0Ke35hG67zU/s320/2+months4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Whenever someone talk's to the baby Elijah will tell them. " Sebastian doesn't talk yet because he's shy."</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-11461647037747478822008-06-02T14:31:00.000-07:002008-06-02T14:41:32.142-07:00Elijah meeting his new brother<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpY82UJXW0BMjPDxFlTG9sl8dGiUjbQstuObrd8n5ri3mOHnawyJs2-ul7VkDFgftLYKIUKXjXyHm03shqv13Islo0TTAsa0FJHledUGOnkCKFUQw43k9vUzhZFeh5sWRNZugDN9rveuCU/s1600-h/Hospital.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207402499682134722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpY82UJXW0BMjPDxFlTG9sl8dGiUjbQstuObrd8n5ri3mOHnawyJs2-ul7VkDFgftLYKIUKXjXyHm03shqv13Islo0TTAsa0FJHledUGOnkCKFUQw43k9vUzhZFeh5sWRNZugDN9rveuCU/s320/Hospital.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Daddy brought Eli to the hospital to see his new brother Sebastian. I asked him if he wanted to hold him and he said no. Then he said " Put him down mommy so we can see if he can walk yet."</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080800434510081408.post-87438619400077691782008-06-02T14:10:00.000-07:002008-06-02T14:19:39.430-07:00Elijah at church<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NzfGpTwXJAEG6kFLmhyOELSogqW4nf60sbSyvEI5QocDmTTPV_72vzXtub9JODe4YCWJ5eRmk_Au0vvgYz7VXr2YB60m1lHYjgzYg3P79nxuHEt4llo6Iqn-rorI2lREzeXaGq8qAbYB/s1600-h/Camel7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207396778785696402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NzfGpTwXJAEG6kFLmhyOELSogqW4nf60sbSyvEI5QocDmTTPV_72vzXtub9JODe4YCWJ5eRmk_Au0vvgYz7VXr2YB60m1lHYjgzYg3P79nxuHEt4llo6Iqn-rorI2lREzeXaGq8qAbYB/s320/Camel7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Recently we started taking the kids to church again. Sadly, it had been a while since Elijah had been there. I explained to him that he would learn about Jesus there. So he sat quietly and waited for church to begin. As soon as the priest starting to talk Elijah turned to me and very quietly asked "Mommy, is that Jesus?"</div>Eli&Sebsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511315589800215056noreply@blogger.com0