Yeah, I write that weird?

Homegirl Dwija posted this link to a facebook status generator. It takes parts of your old statuses and mushes them together for some good laughs. It made for a very productive lunch break. So without further ado, my very own Verbatim: (disclaimer, I occasionally added punctuation to make the phrases make more sense)

Yeah, I write that weird?

You know Dave Ramsey class for at least, the pregnancy season...

Aw, Charlotte left a cloth diaper with, this sounds bad, but I'm sure.

Pretty excited to the new Twilight Saga. I'm Team Conan. You?

2 seconds away from throwing me a surprise visit with our online database and their bad attitudes happen to be lost without Jude.

Did you transition your kids into sharing a HOUSE?

Prayer for a girl like me.

Thanks Jude, you're Forever My taco with Dexter.

They're super crispy, like my new sewing machine needle I'd have.

Simon Jude Uh, no.

I can't delete.

I can't be around me without responding. Like mother, like son.

Bad idea. Quitting Excel and turning on NBC.

I get the way your ultrasound pic looks like someone's up to make good.

Farting monkeys are through.
(I like to leave on a high note. Go mush your own.)

Verbatim

Alisha: No, you can't poke your chicken with that screwdriver.

Charlotte: It's so messy right here.
Alisha: Then, why don't you pickup.
Charlotte: Well, nevermind. It's not so bad.


Charlotte: Did you know Carley has the movie Cowboy and the Tramp?
Alisha: Haha. No - what's that about?
Charlotte: Well, there was a fire and he blew in there - the man with the mask and it had holes on his eyes and he runned to the fire and he breathed like this [sighs] and said, "Yee-haw!"
Alisha: Makes sense.


Alisha: Who made you so beautiful?
Charlotte: You did.
Alisha: No, God did.
Charlotte: And you made me awesome?

technically, this wasn't spoken, but written, errr - typed...

Joan: [singing] Come, now is the time to worship.
Alisha: What does worship mean?
Joan: [pauses] To just stay with God.


Charlotte: Mom, I have dirty breath.


Alisha: [attempting pigtails] Please be still! PLEASE, Lord - be still!
Charlotte: My name's not LORD!

Charlotte: I look like a saint.

Alisha: Man, why is your ear so dirty? Have you been pouring dirt in it?
Charlotte: No, it's just chocolate.

Charlotte: Dear Simon, I like the smell of your breath.

Canon Catch-up

Mommy is growing up and learning (after the 3rd child, no less) to keep things simple. So, this year, when the girls decided they wanted to dress up with stuff we already had and stuff they wear every other day anyway, I said yes! instead of searching the internets for new head to toe costumes. And little Simon, he's wearing the same lamb hat Joan and Charlotte wore with a few alterations. babies growing up... sniff, sniff...

Speaking of growing up...


The world is a stage


So as not to be out-done


So much love in this room

And finally, signs of a great Papa:
-chaperones the field trip to my least favorite place
-plays "ballerina music" during his game

Verbatim

I swear I don't make this stuff up. I'm not that clever.

Charlotte: Today I got married.

Alisha: Oh really? To who?

Charlotte: I don't remember.

Alisha: You don't? It's really important to know who you marry. You can't remember his name?
Charlotte: No.

Alisha: Well, what does he look like?
Charlotte: He has brown hair, a black shirt, a black bracelet, white boots, black feet, black eyes, and a black mouth.

Alisha: bahahaha. Oh really?

Charlotte: Yeah... He's right behind you.

Alisha:

Other things we know about Carley:

She ate a spider and has a brother named Simon.

She took Charlotte & Gigi to Burger King for fries.

She wears white tights with blue, red, and green stripes.

Charlotte: Guess what? Carley is a mommy, too.

Alisha: She is? I thought she was only four.

Charlotte: Yeah, but now she's five.

Joan: I have bad hiccups

Charlotte: And the bad toots for me.

Alisha: I love you.

Charlotte: Say 'forever.'

Alisha: I love you forever.

Charlotte: I know.

Charlotte: blah, blah, blah (says something indistinctly)

Alisha: What? What did you say?
Charlotte: Oh, nevermind. I was just talking to Peter Pan.

Charlotte: When I get home can I change?
Alisha: I guess. Why do you always need to change clothes?

Charlotte: Oh, I don't know. I'm just... what's the word I'm looking for?

Alisha: Exactly.

Alisha: Charlotte, do you need a kiss?

Charlotte: No. I already have a kiss.

Charlotte: Look, Momma. I drew a picture of you with a purple dress.

Alisha: Oh, you did? That's really good. What's that on the side?

Charlotte: Oh, that's the plank for you to walk off.

The Yearly Pumpkin Patch Visit.

It was kind of weird, being there without Joan. 

My, how our kids have grown: 

2012

2011

2010

Thanks to The Haneys...

this beauty is living in our dining room!

MVI 6267 from Alisha Landry on Vimeo.
Jude's aunt and uncle, Renee & Phil, gave us this awesome piano. It looks and plays like it's brand new! Thank you two so much for your generosity. We will take great care of it!

And Simon thanks you, too. He just doesn't know it yet.

Testing Vimeo

Trying to upload stuff always leaves me with a few more grays and others unable to view it on their mobile device. So, this is an experiment. But seriously, if these don't show up on your fancy iPhone or iPad, they have these things called computers that you should check out. Enjoy:

carley from Alisha Landry on Vimeo.
If I had my act together, this would've been added to this post.

Same video. Experiment, remember?

Charlotte's actually been in pre-school two mornings a week since August, but since she's the middle child, you're just now finding out about it. Oh, and at their school, they ride bikes in the hallway when they read lots of books. Makes sense.

Simon has two teeth and loves to bite. I'm super sore. We'll leave it at that.

The girls playing Mass. Translation (I think):

We be honored to love bath him.

We be kind to be the book.

No, turn it to the other side.

We be honored to come to tear.

You may close the book.

You may bring the book.
We be honored to [?]

We be honored to have a cup and stuff.

You may close the book.

Things we know about Carley

Charlotte's friend, Carley, has a pink bathroom and a broken house - a tree bonked it. That's probably why she recently moved from Sulphur, Louisiana to Starkville, Mississippi.

She's four years old and her mom, Jessiah, has pink finger nail polish and her dad, Brandon, taught Charlotte how to read.

She has a pink water bottle even though her favorite color is green and she broke her finger in the door because it got smashed.

She wrote a song in music class called, "I love you and your songs."

Although she's four, she's in the first grade - but sometimes she doesn't listen.

Her friends are Polly, Locka, and Akaliqua and they gave her a spelling wand for her birthday.

She's taught Charlotte how to do most things, and that's why it's really important for us to know a lot about her. Even if she isn't real.

See-sawing with Carley. 'Cause that's what you do in bathing suits.

Mostly for the Grands

Joan adores that little boy

Charlotte tolerates him 

How do we survive without grandparents in town?

Joan's first school Mass

Charlotte tagged along

Joan showed her the ropes

Mrs. Ford, Joan's Kindergarten teacher

Dressed in uniforms

With the Whatleys, doing fan-stuff

"We're writing the newspaper."

"I just wanted some make-up."

First ballet class. Charlotte's trying hard.

Fourth position

Fifth position

First home game of the season

Photo shoot sneak peek

Verbatim

I'm certain that my blog-month off was a breeze for you compared to the blog-week off that we all had to endure while Grace was away, and that this won't even come close to her Simon Says or Conversations with Julia, but it'll try. (Don't ever do that to us again, Grace.)

Charlotte: Know what this is? This is balaxing.

Joan: Charlotte, why do you keep following me?

Charlotte: 'Cause I was gonna poot on you.

Joan: Ew!

Charlotte: Just pretend poot, I mean.

Alisha: What's the matter, Charlotte? Are you a little bit tired?

Charlotte: No. It's just that I'm sleepy.

Joan to Simon: You sucking your fingers? We both suck our fingers, 'cause we're the suckers.

Charlotte: I'm a pooter!

Alisha: Oh, Charlotte - don't say that.

Charlotte: I'm just kidding... I'm a tee tee girl.

Joan: Papa, we're really kind of the same, because of our birthdays (both in May), our names start with "J", and we both don't like salad.

Joan: I want Simon to look handsome for my first day of school - so he can wear this.

Alisha: Charlotte, is your Pull-up wet or dry?
Charlotte: It's dry. I already went poo poo and tee tee.

Alisha: You went by yourself?

Charlotte: Yeah, but I didn't wipe, because wiping is hard.

before and after

Joan used to be a baby.

And now she's in Kindergarten. 

Simon used to be an old grumpy duck.

And now he's cracking up.

Charlotte used to be crazy. 

And now... well, maybe she still is.

Alisha: "Who's going to go first?"

Charlotte: "Me! 'Cause I'm the biggest!"
Alisha: "The biggest?"

Charlotte: "Yeah - of the unicorns."

And that's why we got married.

I've recently shared how we met, how we started dating, and how we got engaged.

But now you know why. I found this in my inbox this afternoon.
I love this guy more than these little keys will let me type.

Happy 7th Anniversary, Jude! Forever my friend, forever my love.

Three birds. One stone.