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Suzie! Make me a Sandwich!

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This is #5.  He is 6 years old.. he has the biggest brown eyes and the longest eyelashes. ( I love that he looks slightly ornery with his new missing tooth.)  He has spent the majority of his life as the baby until 9 months ago when this kid came along.

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Now he's the baby.  #5 has been struggling for his new place in the family.. as the used-to-be baby.  On his road to becoming a big kid, he asked if he could make himself a sandwich. I said sure, and he went to the kitchen to make it.  

When the word "sandwich" is mentioned I think of this Hey Arnold:

Suzie! Make me a sandwich!

 

I thought he would come back with a peanut butter and jelly.  Or maybe a ham sandwich with mayo and mustard.  He didn't do any of those. 

He made a ketchup and dill pickle sandwich.  GROSS.  I watched him.. and he ate EVERY BITE. ewww…  Double points on the cute Winter-y plate too!

Happy Birthday.. You Filthy Animal…

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Today is my sweet baby #5's birthday.. He requested ham and cheese hobbits (aka to most people.. an omelet), biscuits and gravy (on another plate) and a chocolate doughnut.

#5 is a funny kid… This morning I was making his breakfast and he walked in and said; "Oh yea, you're making my breakfast! Keep it up!"

On this day.. with the muddy feet.. I didn't think he was so funny. One thing about this kid.. he likes to GET dirty.. but he hates to BE dirty. Which makes for a BIG laundry day when he goes outside to play.

Happy Birthday You Filthy Animal!

Out of the Mouth of a Baby..

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I was having a conversation with my baby last night.  He just turned 5, and I like to talk to him about his dreams for when he’s older.  Here’s what his thoughts are on the subject of marriage.

Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up?

#5: I want to be a basketball player.  But I don’t think we have a basketball.

Mom: Do you want to get married?

#5: Nope.

Mom: Who’s going to make you dinner?

#5: Me.

Mom: What about children?  Are you going to have children?

#5:  No, I don’t want any children.  I’m going to have a dog.  He’s going to be black, white and green.  I will name him Max.

Mom: What kind of house are you going to live in?  Who’s going to clean it?

#5: I can clean it.  My house is going to be green and orange. I’m going to make sweet, juicy steak for dinner.  Can I bring my rock collection inside?  I don’t want it to get wet.

Mom: No, rock collections look better outside.

#5: I’m going to have my rock collection in MY house.

Mom: Are you sure you don’t want to get married?  Who will scratch your back?

#5: I can scratch my own back!  See? (he stood up and reached around and scratched his back).

Mom: Won’t you be lonely at your house?

#5: No, Max my dog  will be there.

Mom: Don’t you like kids?

#5: Yes.

Mom: Do you like women?

#5: I like women, I just don’t need one.

His father thinks this is the funniest thing he’s ever said..