tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88626270283161186482024-03-05T14:12:43.775-06:00Cute Kid Sayings & QuotesLoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-8993351354772801772011-10-17T18:51:00.000-05:002011-10-17T18:51:08.749-05:00Strike<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPLaznzMaOO9ZTnTcB3AuQ6Ux8S-yvjPCJuK6_noGnJZAzNtPhQ5kkys6qnudtAT0AQRuXT65kgaKmJ1m3pSWEZnzuJhm66gzhwFgNIgxDA9CY9ius2e3AnlmO92EFUfC31OrOwNUOqA/s1600/Bowling_Ball_Pins_10.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPLaznzMaOO9ZTnTcB3AuQ6Ux8S-yvjPCJuK6_noGnJZAzNtPhQ5kkys6qnudtAT0AQRuXT65kgaKmJ1m3pSWEZnzuJhm66gzhwFgNIgxDA9CY9ius2e3AnlmO92EFUfC31OrOwNUOqA/s200/Bowling_Ball_Pins_10.png" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Bowling with my 6-year-old nephew for his birthday party, all of the kids were trying to knock all the pins down, of course. Ryan finally got a strike, and he turned and yelled:</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"I got an X!"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Ryan - age 7</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-74772753212615243182011-10-05T08:30:00.000-05:002011-10-05T08:30:48.686-05:00Two dollars<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9DRyJbJGdVhjdoUVmTYhPw_VKkPd52xyitiSSDSS3qqkum7Un7B5SqKf0uWEyaKvPEjlWkWHq3aA7iZkdbO2Lj85Iseb09AmgMWkMTRl6XF1vOv5jCj2yIXFWqNKKBH6wKSam5vPOiE/s200/winter_jacket_2.png" width="190" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I was shopping for my son's winter jacket, and all the jackets were expensive. I asked my sister how much on of the jackets was, and Brennan yelled,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Two dollars, mommy!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Brennan - age 2</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-72730927061674194232011-10-01T13:49:00.000-05:002011-10-01T13:49:01.233-05:00Pink eye<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK5PtTKsHtFl3Krq-ZapJs94ctjtzkiZYmns9EgTOTaoxHKOBVhoQ_YV9E6bNcAPmaKWj9mTiaMiVlrMzK4QpkEc66COdTt5F97OyqiElkMucSfz3AV8ku7tdYcgD8QtWWFoXNm5hYgw/s200/eye.png" width="200px" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My daughter came home from school the other day saying her eye hurt and was itchy. I asked her if any of her friends had Pink Eye and she said, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"No, but there is a boy who has Black Eye". </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Lauren- age 6 1/2</span> </div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-24159336067602150542011-09-30T08:03:00.000-05:002011-09-30T08:03:17.843-05:00Smells like Christmas<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">It was the first really cool day after 4 months of hot summer temperatures, and when we stepped outside early in the morning, my daughter said,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Yeh8L42apA1jYeebR__hMeaSk61wUS4AoMHKD41KZ_tDne77zxNN-AOAe3iR7xRjF0crU1A7VEDqFrck2zzfDCkQocVAwef-qmKOkc1dG3UwWGKq4v3nsRCScNeoxUkwqBMIeUMatBc/s200/christmas_Ornaments012.png" width="167" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Ooh, it smells like Christmas!"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Emily - age 7</span></div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-88515258357892364882011-09-28T08:14:00.001-05:002011-09-28T10:43:56.239-05:00The Moon<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyW6gDIYLmvZSvjW0I00DVRE_rJ2-AfHiURCoUixzMrK-kkgiOPg0pWWVhJLYeq_nw5qQH6t_u5ouTYYFCFoEzSsikrCRdEE0mwYIhTzKTksmBsUHdsZ47pav4zKELK6CFumLyb3uYvs/s200/moon+with+starts.png" width="200"=protect /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My mother was sitting for my son, and she took him out to look at the full moon in the night sky. She was holding him, and he looked up in awe as she told him that was the moon. He then looked back at her and said sadly,</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Grandma, I can't have the moon."</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Austin - age 2</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-59958773624941369212011-09-26T10:25:00.003-05:002011-09-28T08:15:36.730-05:00I Eat Turkey<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">We were visiting a petting zoo and we came upon a turkey (which happens to be her favorite protein). </span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNztoB137YqGFTzJ2HJGTd4jok4C3en7IQvnIAYGXg1Ro0Ms40yUmB5c2JCn5PWxlIhE98YVXObBxV9LoqnhPGjdUx4oj3V0zdhyphenhyphenPMA1zOr8azAowgcoK_7SJLnBD5z99_AfRrMuqKyWQ/s200/turkey+i+eat+it.png" width="167" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Gabby: "What's that, mommy?"</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Me: "A turkey."</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Gabby: "I eat it!"</span></div></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Gabby - age 2</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-42535701129840313262011-09-26T10:11:00.005-05:002011-09-30T10:23:06.540-05:00Heart Hugs<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My 3-year-old son and I were quietly reading our books on the couch on warm summer day when he looked up at me and said, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyM-TyNrICeUzJg_YcGm-HPQTnoI6G4utGdBuFGUc-djhJJfs_Fr_7ub9Oe8JqslRNUSVj1RTw-GJ4J38Va-txCieNkR81o-UG65ZQS1AMoGvFCL4Ae6GM7UWIUywBNplynHrAsvVKfo/s200/heart+hug.png" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Know what just happened Mom?" No, I said, and he told me "My heart just jumped out of my tummy and hugged your heart."</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;">-age 3</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-34623755043714617362011-09-26T10:03:00.006-05:002011-09-30T10:23:16.061-05:00There's a house in our yard!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">During some construction on our street a port-a-potty was placed in our front yard one day. When my daughter looked out the window and saw it, she said,</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHDo79mUCrKUV7F6Kq0f401T94zc009SKzACWfElVRWWrykL4N2SDoyGto4iAueIsYslqSSJbaoWPFIm_2c2pGMegVHraIpjaUP0i20l7l3fXCtvwOuOqGkFDhGKKIGMT1N-sk465nLw/s200/outhouse.png" width="182" /></a> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">"Mommy, there's a HOUSE in our front yard!"</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Cristy - age 5</span></div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-84570644357649185452011-07-26T20:55:00.002-05:002011-07-29T14:05:46.521-05:00We will return soon!<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Greetings to all my faithful visitors!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Due to my laptop finally dying, and a new job I started in early June, I have not been able to make new posts as often as I'd like. I do have new submissions waiting to be posted, so please be patient with me, and I'll get you all back to the laughs and smiles soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Thank you for your support and readership! </span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-27055578758643136552011-05-18T08:06:00.002-05:002011-09-28T08:17:11.252-05:00Fries<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My daughter was eating steak fries at a local restaurant </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;">and after taking a bite and looking at the inside, she said:</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pgPAyFQNEvayLRx19RBQhs65k1R7G0gvLb-W_CZ8fPNp0mEmYsKW1X_7yOYxwhUWx7wY6vYZBXtaZjFnYKF6RzhUwAN-61mvB3V60T86dHFzSFhUatRIFyOTbMrvdT58QyNghshwAsA/s200/french_fries.png" width="160" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;">Daughter - age 9</span></span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-27672200725131451942011-05-16T09:13:00.002-05:002011-09-28T08:17:35.605-05:00Good job<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My son started reading and doing basic math about a year before kindergarten. One day we were talking about how I grew all parts of him in my tummy. He said:</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"You did a really good job on my brain!"</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jonathan - age 8</span></div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-70955023824780939972011-05-13T18:10:00.001-05:002011-09-28T08:19:54.097-05:00Boy cheese sandwich<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://cutekidsayings.blogspot.com/" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplwupjm4HDa8Uug1qC-WZUc-E6-k-KmSC6SUTA8pg0sxsvaDRLmLNVxiFOGHWgBVLudFHGnESG643Eogtdjr5eFDhKKpFg7K1CCFMC1Qkd1b1cVIKWF4bccUB3RNEekORwjZRxpHnAyA/s200/boy.jpg" width="125" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">We were making lunch and talking about grilled cheese. I asked my 2 year old son if he can have grilled cheese (he is allergic to dairy and wheat). He replied:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"No, but I can have boy cheese!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Weston - age 2</span><br />
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</div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-59574907540632634192011-05-13T11:47:00.002-05:002011-05-13T11:49:10.577-05:00This week's winner!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Congratulations to Emily! Her concert post was chosen for the weekly gift card. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Keep those submissions coming, and another post will be chosen next week!</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 21px;">As I was tucking my daughter in, I heard what I thought to be a bunch of crickets outside. I said, "Do you hear that?" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">She replied:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">"Yes, it's the crickets, and they are having a concert."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Emily - age 7</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-57231421707900564472011-05-11T16:37:00.001-05:002011-05-13T11:50:08.506-05:00Fairies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4gTbjpaDyGtHzujf8gBOM8uRROWniRkQ0fzvdRgbEH7C-_kahwj_vy-m3ZW67K5ON4ApH18KeWr38LEFgM0aNoz0NSubLI2CfZz92C2zwdLnLXi9zYjn2ILtDxnVRGnanEWHh_QPPm0/s1600/brownhairedfairy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH4gTbjpaDyGtHzujf8gBOM8uRROWniRkQ0fzvdRgbEH7C-_kahwj_vy-m3ZW67K5ON4ApH18KeWr38LEFgM0aNoz0NSubLI2CfZz92C2zwdLnLXi9zYjn2ILtDxnVRGnanEWHh_QPPm0/s200/brownhairedfairy.jpg" width="141" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I was complaining about the cottonwood flying around my house. My Granddaughter corrected me:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"That is NOT cottonwood. It is fairies being born!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Tierney - age 3</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-36347931424213658202011-05-10T21:08:00.001-05:002011-05-10T21:28:16.625-05:00Best Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Yq97zGTgfwm_jaeJBtqGQhiZG30alOqTlJifZBdhbwnhzCORnYlZLdbaMu98_s_NTroww5yqMwcrq2K3kjuGvnfImzwDdXYPuBKSZHgrs46Zvv__DGBHUkZ7zf5chcL_cxxi0J0avdk/s1600/mamatweet7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Yq97zGTgfwm_jaeJBtqGQhiZG30alOqTlJifZBdhbwnhzCORnYlZLdbaMu98_s_NTroww5yqMwcrq2K3kjuGvnfImzwDdXYPuBKSZHgrs46Zvv__DGBHUkZ7zf5chcL_cxxi0J0avdk/s200/mamatweet7.jpg" width="185" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Out of the blue, my 4-year-old turned to me and said:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Mama, you're my best girl!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jacob- age 4</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-66618453876794810162011-05-06T17:05:00.000-05:002011-05-06T17:05:21.899-05:00Write Handed<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When my daughter was in Kindergarten her teacher asked her about her right and left hand. Erika replied:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"This is my right hand I write with, and this is the wrong hand."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Erika - kindergarten age</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She replied:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Yes, it's the crickets, and they are having a concert."</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Emily - age 7</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-27121452728952499732011-05-04T22:21:00.000-05:002011-05-04T22:21:44.058-05:001000 Visits!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1Q2u7QrUqNM2uF3Pb7fcS1RR30x2LwRRq1YNKQu60T09nXygHx009e-rUQYKcSkC-a7SzYJ_f_h8QUbMqCqZtv6HzWc4Un5j4B3hS6AJdT1idL0VnJId-LHoO6FMySGfqe7k8L4nTCU/s1600/Heart2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1Q2u7QrUqNM2uF3Pb7fcS1RR30x2LwRRq1YNKQu60T09nXygHx009e-rUQYKcSkC-a7SzYJ_f_h8QUbMqCqZtv6HzWc4Un5j4B3hS6AJdT1idL0VnJId-LHoO6FMySGfqe7k8L4nTCU/s200/Heart2.png" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Our little blog hit 1000 visits today after only two weeks of being published! We love that you love us! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Thanks for all the entries, comments, follows, and emails! Will be posting some more great sayings very soon! Be sure to add us to your favorites and check back daily for new funny kid sayings and stories! </span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-82775751705192987292011-05-03T21:04:00.002-05:002011-05-03T21:21:27.113-05:00Bye-Bye Bieber<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My kids are watching the bull riding on tv when my son turns to my daughter and says "Its Justin Bieber". </span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsU_y74x4GcLBPnR1AmQ66X13nBMoo3xkX-nNPC7kSs-ROL_blf4IsKQZOmHpe3NuTfPXKvq_TiHqF8Iy1v8xpdJ28WgLysSxXP97V0238zbC2SaYoMwXczvrN1b83gGf-HCbUNfdqYKA/s1600/bye+bye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsU_y74x4GcLBPnR1AmQ66X13nBMoo3xkX-nNPC7kSs-ROL_blf4IsKQZOmHpe3NuTfPXKvq_TiHqF8Iy1v8xpdJ28WgLysSxXP97V0238zbC2SaYoMwXczvrN1b83gGf-HCbUNfdqYKA/s200/bye+bye.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My daughter starts nodding at him and says:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Bye bye, bee bee!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Son - age 5</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Daughter - age 2</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-13767715326930802472011-05-02T08:40:00.005-05:002011-05-02T09:00:54.654-05:00Marriage<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Friend's little girl: "Preston, you're so smart. Will you marry me?"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Preston: "I'll think about it!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Preston and friend - age 3</span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-8090175815641696602011-04-30T21:05:00.004-05:002011-05-02T08:41:21.327-05:00Diapers<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We were on the feminine needs aisle during a trip to the store. My son looked around for a moment at the maxi section and then said in a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">loud, clear voice: </span><br />
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWhf7z8lMTLpNdnP_dmSUvNXNdRJhOT3S9Rgxg5HPdrOVM-oDqW7GgLVRyR04BEFDkXgyvwKuFlizmN18hWdD9s4Rta3Q_qlJDndbFyXatUPtfQicZ8DvA9VShvX500v7hpeULBxryc8/s1600/diaper+post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWhf7z8lMTLpNdnP_dmSUvNXNdRJhOT3S9Rgxg5HPdrOVM-oDqW7GgLVRyR04BEFDkXgyvwKuFlizmN18hWdD9s4Rta3Q_qlJDndbFyXatUPtfQicZ8DvA9VShvX500v7hpeULBxryc8/s200/diaper+post.jpg" width="115" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmQGw8Jm7WiF7CjFXc0ZbaWBLVpDCIaD6kAPBtwM8Tm3ZVdfo0zY1ySbD3HeA_Jxc3C0o05w5uoaZkE-JQ5Hidc6_fmqgutl-qFB786fLkceNAk6DqLTIhL1taTQS_vL2E0r7RjwvLXfs/s1600/girlbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Michael - age 5</span></div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-14497045122931527682011-04-28T07:33:00.001-05:002011-05-02T08:41:31.466-05:00This week's winner!<span style="font-size: x-large;">Congratulations to Jax! His Easter post was chosen for the weekly gift card. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Keep those submissions coming, and another post will be chosen next week! </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3L3GgqY4E2TdV6rXEQptq-79iB9LByiKDsfMTQYGe_tkYcGaMV_-apvTv8RNKbzwpUyeeZSIHLIS2DDbB6d5zLtmLvg6fOevB-mhot5WF0zpYeCmQE6TguaCDwhDbwQ_1Mxfv5ROkCGA/s1600/mamatweet9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="107" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3L3GgqY4E2TdV6rXEQptq-79iB9LByiKDsfMTQYGe_tkYcGaMV_-apvTv8RNKbzwpUyeeZSIHLIS2DDbB6d5zLtmLvg6fOevB-mhot5WF0zpYeCmQE6TguaCDwhDbwQ_1Mxfv5ROkCGA/s320/mamatweet9.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"I can show you where to hide the Easter eggs, and then I can forget where they are so I can find them later."</span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3L3GgqY4E2TdV6rXEQptq-79iB9LByiKDsfMTQYGe_tkYcGaMV_-apvTv8RNKbzwpUyeeZSIHLIS2DDbB6d5zLtmLvg6fOevB-mhot5WF0zpYeCmQE6TguaCDwhDbwQ_1Mxfv5ROkCGA/s1600/mamatweet9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Jax - age 4</span> </span></span></div>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-53834126190024321282011-04-27T20:57:00.001-05:002011-05-02T08:41:40.735-05:00Turkey<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Discussion with Peyton about how birds feed young versus mammals:</span></span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Me: "What do humans feed their infants instead of regurgitating food for them?"</span></span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Peyton: "Turkey?"</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Peyton - age 7</span></span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-24583329664403976572011-04-27T20:44:00.003-05:002011-05-02T08:41:51.281-05:00Time<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Peyton isn't allowed out of bed till 7. She came downstairs at 6:45.</span></span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Me: "It's not 7 yet."</span></span><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Peyton: "It's 7 o'clock somewhere!"</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Peyton - age 7</span></span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862627028316118648.post-42706796027132361502011-04-27T18:59:00.006-05:002011-05-02T08:42:01.803-05:00Good luck<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb7t8TbK_fcRIbxptmMrLdMi04DJwAZ4HEMWQOXMWHHfoB84USMXJ5aprmlru4LBb4wpP6y4cSvuOZauwq8g814jcNUeZW-0xmtDCBeOhifruIASgKffMiBHT7nxNe-XgQV-dlzNhtzw/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhb7t8TbK_fcRIbxptmMrLdMi04DJwAZ4HEMWQOXMWHHfoB84USMXJ5aprmlru4LBb4wpP6y4cSvuOZauwq8g814jcNUeZW-0xmtDCBeOhifruIASgKffMiBHT7nxNe-XgQV-dlzNhtzw/s200/5.jpg" width="192" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: inherit;">I was preparing to run in a local mud run. After I explained the details of the run to my 7 year old daughter's friend she replied: </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">"Good luck, I hope you don't get death!"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">Macie - age 7</span></span>LoveMySweetieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15930455144349342441noreply@blogger.com0