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More NHL Funnies

Posted on April 29, 2007 2:15 pm by TheAngelForever

You have to love kids and the funny things that they say:

Earlier this morning:

NHL: “Mommy I need my medicine”
Me: “NHL you had it last night and will get it again at dinner tonight”
NHL: “But Mommy I need it now!”
Me: “Why do you need it now?”
NHL: “Because I don’t have my own voice now!”

Just now:

JL: “NHL don’t touch my computer”
NHL: “I’m not touching it with my hands.” As he touches it with one of his toys!

Apparently NHL has already learned the infamous “if the hands aren’t touching it, it doesn’t count” routine!

Let’s just say we really needed this laugh with everything else that’s been going on recently.

C’est Moi

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“Mommy, what’s wrong with your penis?” . . . and other NHL funnies!

Posted on April 14, 2007 5:20 pm by TheAngelForever

So I was on the bed while JL was redoing the bandage on my thigh wound. Thanks to the location of my boo-boo, I was lacking some clothing. Next thing we know, NHL walks into the room, looks at me and says the following, “Mommy, what’s the matter with your penis?” Then he skips out of the room. JL and I were close to tears laughing.

Then while at the Sibling Class at the hospital the nurse asked the kids what babies can do. Without skipping a beat, NHL looks up and blurts out the following, “My baby can pick his nose, see?!” Ah, what a proud moment!

There were others, but that’s all I can think of now.

C’est Moi

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Shank bone found!

Posted on March 31, 2007 10:29 pm by TheAngelForever

Did ya know it was missing? We didn’t. . . which makes the fact that we found it even more interesting. As JL just stated “You’re supposed to find the Afikomen, not the shank bone!”

Here’s the story:

As JL was putting more of the Passover foods away and moving out the non-Passover stuff he found a bag of groceries. Inside he found quite the surprise – none other than Mr. Shank bone himself! So what to do, what to do???? I called my mother and asked her. She first said to just get rid of it (before she knew what we were talking about). Then she said just roast it if it isn’t raunchy when we open it and who cares since nobody eats it.

I guess we’ll see what happens later when we open it. We just don’t want to have to travel to the kosher store again to get one tomorrow. It’s going to be CRAZY since there will be a million people there getting last minute things.

C’est Moi

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NHL’s Full Moon

Posted on March 18, 2007 11:26 am by TheAngelForever

Only moments before JL and I were getting NHL ready for bed, he was falling asleep on the floor while JL was talking to Aunt J (JL’s sister who just got home with her 2nd little boy). Suddenly as JL was taking his pants off to get his PJs on the little weirdo took off. There was a full moon in our living room!

NHL was crazy and suddenly awake. The first thing he did was grab his Monsters Inc hat and started to run around. JL followed him into his bedroom where he continued to run around and laugh hysterically. All of this while protectively covering the “family jewels” with one hand.

Here is NHL after he ran into his room. Note where the hand is – JL was in tears laughing at how protective he was:

Cornered on his bed to finish getting into PJs:

Clearly NHL had other plans:

You have to love this age for all of the laughs and adventures!

C’est Moi

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Hockey time!

Posted on March 17, 2007 12:28 am by TheAngelForever

It was time to settle NHL down while JL is outside shoveling AGAIN. So I opted for no more kiddie shows. I noticed there was a hockey game on where the Sabres are playing. Perfect, so I put it on. The following is a conversation NHL and I had:

NHL: “Mommy, is that hockey?”

Me: “Yes, NHL it is”

NHL: “Oh, okay. Where are Uncle I and Aunt M?”

I was shocked that he noticed it was Buffalo playing and thought of them. Of course little does he know they will be at the game in Atlanta tomorrow when the Sabres play.

C’est Moi