DoobieRoo

Salad A La Kenna

doobieroo — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 23:35:00 +0000

Kenna’s recipe for salad:

cut up carrots
cut up ham
ranch dressing

Every time I have a salad for lunch now, she asks for salad and this is what she means…

Poop Fetish

doobieroo — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:11:59 +0000

I’m starting to think Kenna is taking this whole poopy-potty stage of life to the extreme. My two most recent examples:

Moira discovered a bag of Nerds candy that had been purchased a while back to use as a treat for goody bags. Somehow it never got used and my candy-a-holics were hot to eat it. Moo asked if she could have some Nerds if she ate a good dinner. Upon overhearing what Moira asked, Kenna came running over and loudly and excitedly asked “Can I have some turds too?” Moira and I cracked up. The best part is that it was done in innocence and when we told her that they are Nerds, not turds (and that turds is another word for poop), she insisted that turds was the right word and she would continue to call it that.

After lunch today Kenna asked if she could have squirrel poop for a treat. I’m sure the look on my face was awesome while I struggled to figure out what in the world she was asking for. The mystery was solved when we went into the pantry and I pointed to things and she said yea or nay. Turns out that squirrel poop is chocolate covered raisins.

Sarcasm

doobieroo — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 19:24:08 +0000

I was teasing Moira about something the other day and her response was “Mom you’re just being sarcastic…” Kenna was sitting next to us and watching the exchange. After hearing what Moira said she immediately piped up and said “No Mom, you’re being sar-horrible!”

P is for Pick

doobieroo — Sat, 15 May 2010 19:09:41 +0000

While unloading Moira’s backpack yesterday afternoon, I found a very neatly folded piece of paper wedged all the way into one of the pockets. She is known for folding her assignments that have been graded and are ready to take home…not sure why. So I unwrapped the thing and was delighted to find this funny little story.

The Assignment: Pp is for Pick

My teacher asked me to pick where I would like to sit today. If I could sit anywhere in the school, I would sit in the… (now starts Moira’s contribution)

techers laweng room, because I could drink sodea and take a nap and I would order a pizza and slepe here but I would bring my closs.

Starts off all pre-teen and ends like the normal, thoughtful 6 year old that she is. We asked her how she knew there was soda in the teacher’s lounge and she said there must be because the teachers disappear in there and come out with cans. I don’t even remember knowing there was a teacher’s lounge until I was much much older.

This kid cracks me up.

Cold Sandwich

doobieroo — Sat, 15 May 2010 00:35:27 +0000

Yesterday Kenna asked me for a sandwich. When I asked her what kind she’d like she told me “cold”. Since she usually prefers things cold (I’m not kidding – she even eats her chicken nuggets frozen – yuck!) I figured she wanted cheese or ham or something else straight from the fridge.

I asked her what kind of “cold” sandwich she wanted…she looked at me slyly and then said “ice cream”.

Of course! It’s a cold sandwich right?

Stoopid

doobieroo — Tue, 11 May 2010 13:31:02 +0000

Kenna has been experimenting with “naughty” words lately. Her all-time favorite so far is “stupid”. We have explained that it isn’t a nice word and she’s not allowed to say it until she’s older and understands when it’s appropriate. She’s been mostly good about refraining at home, although it does tend to slip out when she’s mad (much the same as two certain grown-ups in our house – ha!)

A few weeks back when I went to pick her up from preschool, I discovered that she’s maybe not so good at refraining at school. Apparently another child told on her to the teachers that she was saying stupid. When the teachers asked her what happened she claimed innocence at ever saying stupid….over and over again.

Miss Francine: Kenna, did you say stupid?
Kenna: I didn’t say stupid, I know I’m not allowed to say stupid, stupid’s a bad word, I never say stupid, stupid isn’t nice, I’m not allowed to say stupid at my house.
Miss Nadine: Kenna, you just said stupid several times, that’s enough please.
Kenna: But I didn’t say stupid, I never say stupid, stupid’s not a nice word, I’m not allowed to say stupid ever.

At which point, her teachers were laughing so hard, they had to walk away.

Who Me?

Hot Dog in Your Pants

doobieroo — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 18:51:39 +0000

We love to go to Ikea. There’s my dirty little confession. We love the meatballs and the girls love to play at the kids area. Plus, it’s just fun to get lost in that place. And I’m a huge fan of how kid friendly their bathrooms are – they have stools and low sinks and free diapers! Which I actually had to use once when Moira was a baby and she had THE most incredible blowout (her fourth that day) and I had neglected to restock the diaper bag.

Anyhoo, we were at Ikea a few months back doing our “day at Ikea” thing and the girls and I were in the bathroom. Kenna was propped up on the kid’s stool by the kid’s sink washing her hands and the changing table happened to be right next to it. While she’s standing there a mom and baby came over to change the baby’s diaper. And of course this was totally fascinating to Kenna who got completely distracted and just openly watched. The mom didn’t seem to mind so I didn’t either.

As soon as the mom popped the diaper off, Kenna’s face totally changed. She was absolutely staring at the little boy. Then she turned to me (loudly) and said “why’s he got a hot dog in his pants??”

I told her that little boys were different than little girls because they had penises instead of vaginas. Didn’t sink in too well because she still looked puzzled and continued to stare.

Then she turned back to me and asked “did my hot dog fall off when I was a baby?”

Well!

doobieroo — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 18:40:54 +0000

Moira’s school is conducting parent-teacher conferences this week which results in three (yes, three!) days of early release for the kids. Yesterday afternoon I was at school picking up Moira and a little buddy she had over for a playdate. As we were walking towards the sidewalk, their teacher walks by and says “Goodbye! I’m so jealous that you get to go home and play and I have to stay and work!”

Moira turns and looks at her and says (in the most WTF voice I’ve ever heard out of her): “Well, you’re getting paid money and we aren’t!”

I snorted and her teacher looked shocked. It was slightly rude, very hilarious, and totally out of character for her. Gotta admit, I loved it.

The Beast

doobieroo — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 17:57:07 +0000

Just wanted to post a shot of The Beast (aka Maia)…she’s lucky she’s so darn cute or she’d be sent to a glue factory by now. I won’t get into all the things she’s destroyed so far because she’s not done yet I’m sure. Suffice it to say – she’s awfully adorable.

Oh – the cone is because she chewed an actual hole in her stomach. One of the stitches for her spay didn’t dissolve completely and seemed to work its way to the surface, and Maia sped up its removal from her body with her teeth. Even though her mix includes border collie she doesn’t seem to have gotten the brains.

But we love her anyway.

You Say Potato…

doobieroo — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 17:52:53 +0000

On Sunday, Kenna was in fine form bossing all of us around. Her request for breakfast went something like this: “Mom, make me breakfast.” When I didn’t respond – it was simply the same request louder and louder and louder. I happened to be on the phone with her Grandma and Grandpa at the time. When Grandma heard her “request” – her comment was that she sounded like a little dictator.

I went to share this little funny with Alan (who was still lazing around in bed) and Kenna came in to say hi. When she heard what Grandma had called her she said “I’m not a tater!” When we laughed, she got even more indignant and said “I’m NOT a tater tot!!”

Whatever you say my little Tater Tot!