These are situations when movie lines are just the perfect response. Here are a few we use around our household:
1. When asked if you remembered something. Like, if you brought the diaper bag:
"Harry, I took care of it." -Dumb and Dumber
2. When feeling envious of someone else:
"Shocks, pegs, LUCKYYYY" -Napoleon Dynamite
3. When something is wearing on your nerves:
"And it makes me compleeetely insane! DING, DING, DING!" -French Kiss (when Kate hits the bell for service in the Paris hotel)
4. When feeling rejected:
"It's because I'm GREEN isn't it???" -The Grinch
5. When in admiration:
"How cute is that?" -You've Got Mail (in that Meg Ryan tone)
6. When irritated by the the people around you:
"I am surrounded by cow turds." -Holes (in your best Texan accent)
7. When desparation sets in:
"We have no food...our pet's heads are falling off!" -Dumb and Dumber
8. When someone says something that you just don't appreciate:
"Don't ever use THAT word again." -French Kiss (after Kevin Kline's character called her ex-fiances new girlfriend a goddess)
9. When you're seriously impressed
"Just when I think you couldn't have done anything more dumb, you go and pull a stunt like this!... and completely redeem yourself" -Dumb and Dumber (after Lloyd sells the dog-mobile for the scooter)
10. When someone asks if you can do something:
"I'm your huckleberry" -Tombstone (Doc Holiday)
11. When you're saying good-bye:
"Have a lovely day (snort)" -Home Alone 2 (in your best British accent)
12. When you see something nice:
"What a lovely family heirloom" -The Grinch (as a little boy, just before he smashed it with a hammer)
13. When you want to call someone a name without using a bad word:
"BABY RUMP KISSER!" -Dennis the Mennace (Margaret calls the little friend this after she tricked him into closing his eyes to kiss her. Instead she makes him kiss her doll's bottom and holds it against him later.)
I'm conviced there's a good movie quote for just about any scenario you may find yourself in!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Things Our Kids Have Said This Week:
Delainey, for some reason thinks the real name for a squirell is "dirty rascal". That is how she has always referred to them and until recently, didn't know they were actually called squirells. Caleb said this about a squirell while he was working in the yard: "That dirty rascal better get out of here or I'm going to eat it for dinner."
DJ replied: "You can't, they'll throw nuts in your mouth."
Bry's dinnertime prayer: "Dear God, thank You for this food.... my family, grandparents... And please help my knee to get better because there's pus and it really hurts and I don't want it to get infected anymore..." He continued on about his knee for a good couple of minutes. Finally came the "Amen". The thing that was so funny is how he went into "Napoleon Dynamite" mode and almost forgot that we were all listening to him describe to God (who already knows everything) just how bad off his knee was. It struck me as funny and I for one, no longer had an appetite after hearing about the pus and blood and the rest of the knee situation.
I was fixing DJ's hair and in order to keep her looking straight ahead I thought I'd buy myself a few seconds by asking her, "What's cooking in your oven?". Since there is a picture of a pie on the front, I thought that's what she'd say.
Instead, she replied, "shoes and horsies are cooking in that oven".
I was confused so after I finished putting her hair up, I opened the oven door. Sure enough, there were a few My Little Ponies and a pair of her shoes I'd been looking everywhere for. Who needs pie when you can have horses and shoes for dessert?
Yesterday we all climbed into the van to run an errand. We got in and I said "it smells like dog in here". The thing is, we don't have a dog. Bryant replied as serious as a heart attach, "Oh, it's Fudge." Fudge is Bryant's favorite stuffed dog that goes EVERYWHERE with him, even school. It's a WEBKINZ, which his teacher allows in the "daycare" at school. He was completely convinced the reason our van smelled like dog was because of Fudge, the stuffed animal. I didn't tell him it was because he and his little sister had been running around outside for hours and they smelled like stinky little puppies. Caleb and I winked at each other as we kept this little secret to ourselves.
DJ came running out of the bathroom last night and said in a panic, "Look!". She then lifted up her tongue and pointed under it. I asked what she was wanting me to look at. She said, "Look under my tongue". I said, "Honey I don't see anything." She explained that it looked like something was wrong because it was "purply and weird". I showed her under my tongue and explained that that was normal. She responded, "Oh, is that just how God made it?". She was relieved.
We got a letter in the mail from one of Caleb's favorite aunts today. She included a picture from her son, Ryan's recent wedding. Bryant looked at the picture and said under his breathe, "I didn't know they were old enough to get married." I thought this was so cute because Ryan is such a FUN cousin for our kids. His new gorgeous wife, Kristi is also a blast. Whenever we go to Michigan, they spend so much quality time with our little ones and our kids adore all their older, college-age cousins. I can see why Bryant thought they were kids too. He had no idea Ryan is no longer one of the high school kids, but in college and old enough to be a husband.
Today we went to The Mustard Seed and parked down wind of the dumpster. When we got out of the van, I mentioned that it smelled like "barf". Later, we returned to the car and I heard Delainey say, "Ah, it smells like MARF out here. Mommy, what is marf?"
Tonight during devotional time I heard Delainey as she was picking out which Bible story she wanted. She choose the creation story and this was her version of it, "God made all the plants and animals and took a lot of days and then He was very tired".
As for Elle, she only says one complete sentence, "I want that". However, she is really starting to communicate and say new words. One form of communication that I'm not really very excited about is that she is starting to scream and yell, "NO" when she's not happy. This isn't fun. But there are so many sweet things that she says like, "peas" (please), "shoe", "Hi there" "DAY"(Delainey) "By" (Bry). She also loves to give kisses, hugs and is starting to flirt by raising her shoulder to her chin while wrinkling up her nose. She doesn't have as many words as the other two but she still manages to make her point.
Here are some pictures from this week. If the slideshow below doesn't work, click on the X in the upper right corner 2 TIMES and it should start up:
DJ replied: "You can't, they'll throw nuts in your mouth."
Bry's dinnertime prayer: "Dear God, thank You for this food.... my family, grandparents... And please help my knee to get better because there's pus and it really hurts and I don't want it to get infected anymore..." He continued on about his knee for a good couple of minutes. Finally came the "Amen". The thing that was so funny is how he went into "Napoleon Dynamite" mode and almost forgot that we were all listening to him describe to God (who already knows everything) just how bad off his knee was. It struck me as funny and I for one, no longer had an appetite after hearing about the pus and blood and the rest of the knee situation.
I was fixing DJ's hair and in order to keep her looking straight ahead I thought I'd buy myself a few seconds by asking her, "What's cooking in your oven?". Since there is a picture of a pie on the front, I thought that's what she'd say.
Instead, she replied, "shoes and horsies are cooking in that oven".
I was confused so after I finished putting her hair up, I opened the oven door. Sure enough, there were a few My Little Ponies and a pair of her shoes I'd been looking everywhere for. Who needs pie when you can have horses and shoes for dessert?
Yesterday we all climbed into the van to run an errand. We got in and I said "it smells like dog in here". The thing is, we don't have a dog. Bryant replied as serious as a heart attach, "Oh, it's Fudge." Fudge is Bryant's favorite stuffed dog that goes EVERYWHERE with him, even school. It's a WEBKINZ, which his teacher allows in the "daycare" at school. He was completely convinced the reason our van smelled like dog was because of Fudge, the stuffed animal. I didn't tell him it was because he and his little sister had been running around outside for hours and they smelled like stinky little puppies. Caleb and I winked at each other as we kept this little secret to ourselves.
DJ came running out of the bathroom last night and said in a panic, "Look!". She then lifted up her tongue and pointed under it. I asked what she was wanting me to look at. She said, "Look under my tongue". I said, "Honey I don't see anything." She explained that it looked like something was wrong because it was "purply and weird". I showed her under my tongue and explained that that was normal. She responded, "Oh, is that just how God made it?". She was relieved.
We got a letter in the mail from one of Caleb's favorite aunts today. She included a picture from her son, Ryan's recent wedding. Bryant looked at the picture and said under his breathe, "I didn't know they were old enough to get married." I thought this was so cute because Ryan is such a FUN cousin for our kids. His new gorgeous wife, Kristi is also a blast. Whenever we go to Michigan, they spend so much quality time with our little ones and our kids adore all their older, college-age cousins. I can see why Bryant thought they were kids too. He had no idea Ryan is no longer one of the high school kids, but in college and old enough to be a husband.
Today we went to The Mustard Seed and parked down wind of the dumpster. When we got out of the van, I mentioned that it smelled like "barf". Later, we returned to the car and I heard Delainey say, "Ah, it smells like MARF out here. Mommy, what is marf?"
Tonight during devotional time I heard Delainey as she was picking out which Bible story she wanted. She choose the creation story and this was her version of it, "God made all the plants and animals and took a lot of days and then He was very tired".
As for Elle, she only says one complete sentence, "I want that". However, she is really starting to communicate and say new words. One form of communication that I'm not really very excited about is that she is starting to scream and yell, "NO" when she's not happy. This isn't fun. But there are so many sweet things that she says like, "peas" (please), "shoe", "Hi there" "DAY"(Delainey) "By" (Bry). She also loves to give kisses, hugs and is starting to flirt by raising her shoulder to her chin while wrinkling up her nose. She doesn't have as many words as the other two but she still manages to make her point.
Here are some pictures from this week. If the slideshow below doesn't work, click on the X in the upper right corner 2 TIMES and it should start up:
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Rubber Meets the Road
It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. The kids were soaking up the sunshine today in front of our house with their new BFF's and neighbors. I was planting shrubs while they got loud enough to make every neighbor peek through their mini blinds at least once to see what the ruckus was. They got out the bikes, helmets, go-cart and big smiles. Everyone was happy until Bryant was tripped by the go-cart and his Croc hugged the asphalt too tightly, causing him to spill over. He ended up with a gash on his forehead (that bled like crazy), a skinned up knee and elbow. Delainey couldn't stand the blood dripping from his forehead and cried louder than him. She was 10 feet away from the accident but for some reason felt it was her fault. She sobbed, "I'm so sorry Bryant" about a dozen times and finally we told her she didn't need to be sorry because it wasn't her fault. Bryant cried loud enough and long enough for the entire neighborhood to know something was seriously wrong at our address. After his dad hooked him up with a mammoth sized butterfly bandage, Bryant was all smiles (and limps). You gotta love the drama in the Kesler house!
I'm from the "toughen up already" school of thought. Thankfully, Caleb was very warm and tender. He let Bry soak in self pity for most of the evening. I think when it was all said and done, Bryant was almost glad he fell. I think he'll pop out of bed in the morning, that is until he remembers to limp, and won't be able to get to school fast enough. He will probably show off his wounds and tell all about today's big event.
The Gang:
Elle trying to be part of the Gang:
Elle with after-nap hair:
Elle wanting her space:
DJ thinking she's one of the BIG kids:
The knee injury:
The tears:
More tears:
Playing it cool:
Elle demonstrating the importance of a safety helmet:
I'm from the "toughen up already" school of thought. Thankfully, Caleb was very warm and tender. He let Bry soak in self pity for most of the evening. I think when it was all said and done, Bryant was almost glad he fell. I think he'll pop out of bed in the morning, that is until he remembers to limp, and won't be able to get to school fast enough. He will probably show off his wounds and tell all about today's big event.
The Gang:
Elle trying to be part of the Gang:
Elle with after-nap hair:
Elle wanting her space:
DJ thinking she's one of the BIG kids:
The knee injury:
The tears:
More tears:
Playing it cool:
Elle demonstrating the importance of a safety helmet:
Give me your honest opinion
I've been growing my hair out to look like this:
...but it's going to take at least another year to reach that length. I'm tempted to go really SHORT again. I had my hair like the one below about 9 years ago (15 pounds thinner) and I loved it. I grew it out simply for our wedding but I'm thinking about going way short again with this cut:
So friends, leave a comment with your honest thoughts. I really do want to hear what you think about these 2 extreme do's. If you don't know how to leave a comment, shoot me an e-mail because I want your opinion. If you know me at all, you'll know ultimately I'm going to go with my instinct (and what Caleb will like most- since he's the main one I'm out to impress) but I'd still like to get other people's thoughts.
To me, the longer do says "youthful, s*xy (can I say that on a family blog?), funky, sassy" The short do says, "sofisticated, smart, fun, sensible, good hair for photography days". My only reservation with the short one is that it will make me look pear-shaped. Okay, your turn... What do they say to you? Which suits me best and would look best on me? What are your thougths? Be honest.
...but it's going to take at least another year to reach that length. I'm tempted to go really SHORT again. I had my hair like the one below about 9 years ago (15 pounds thinner) and I loved it. I grew it out simply for our wedding but I'm thinking about going way short again with this cut:
So friends, leave a comment with your honest thoughts. I really do want to hear what you think about these 2 extreme do's. If you don't know how to leave a comment, shoot me an e-mail because I want your opinion. If you know me at all, you'll know ultimately I'm going to go with my instinct (and what Caleb will like most- since he's the main one I'm out to impress) but I'd still like to get other people's thoughts.
To me, the longer do says "youthful, s*xy (can I say that on a family blog?), funky, sassy" The short do says, "sofisticated, smart, fun, sensible, good hair for photography days". My only reservation with the short one is that it will make me look pear-shaped. Okay, your turn... What do they say to you? Which suits me best and would look best on me? What are your thougths? Be honest.
Sunshine and Rain
Not sure why, but I associate rain with blessing. I guess it's because I'm from the desert. There's nothing I love more than a soft unexpected rain that makes you want to put on a big pot of soup for dinner, curl up with a soft blanket and read. I used to read books for me and these days it's usually books with bright illustrations and rhyming words. I'll take the trade for the sweet company wrapped up with me as the raindrops drip down the window pane.
That was the kind of rain that settled over our house yesterday. I had been working out in the yard all afternoon. While I was planting my new herb garden I actually heard a morning dove (see the previous post to understand the irony and beauty in that).The kids ran around the yard having a great time with our new neighbors and their old friend "sun" who hasn't been out to play a lot lately. It was wonderful. Finally, we cleaned up and went in for dinner. I went to the front door to water my rosemary plant on the front step. That's when I heard the lovely sound of blessing softly dancing on our roof and awning. I had been outside all day yesterday and would have never suspected rain! How did this get past my keen sense of awareness?
It was a God stop moment for me. It made me realize, we never know what God is up to. Sometimes, blessings are on their way and in plain site but we just don't know it until they show up on our doorstep.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Your Will is Better
I'm homesick today. Don't get me wrong, I love the Charleston area, particularly in the Spring. I love all the great friends we have here and a lot of valuable things that are going on in our lives right now. I am still, however, missing home. I've decided that whenever I miss something from home so bad I can hardly stand it, that I'll remember to thank God because His will is better than whatever it is I'm missing.
Your will is better than:
the smell of rain in the desert that brings out the aroma of the delightful creosote and acts like a medicinal syrum to my soul.
journeying through that favorite pass near the highest point in Arizona where the healthy green pines contrast with the back drop of pure snow until everything turns white in the Aspen grove. ...oh, and the endless fields of sunflowers in the late summer that are the size of straw hats on tall green stems.
eating at Mom's restaurant for the first time and seeing the work of my parents' hands established with my own eyes.
having cacti in the front yard, hearing coyotes throughout the night, the blackest skies with the whitest stars, and waking up to a handful of choice mountains to hike.
road trips that inspire and stir my artistic and creative side. Tuscon, Jerome, Sedona, Flagstaff and Cameron. Pottery... art... organic beauty...
hiking into the glorious Grand Canyon and knowing that I have a relationship with the One who is bigger and mightier than that place. He is the landlord of it and it displays the wonders of Him well.
day trips to Phoenix where exists some of the most enjoyable shopping and eating I know of. Feeling right at home in that city, even though I'm a small town girl.
seeing faces that have watched me grow up, in everyday places, like the store, the bank and the Post Office. They know my story, good or bad, and they are kind.
having an herb garden in my courtyard with the distinct sound of the morning dove, reminding me of sweet memories from years past.
watching my parents and my children build meaningful friendships that pull hearts closer together and pass down ways from grandparents before.
seeing the extreme side of God's color choices on Earthly canvas through purple mountains splashed against orange sunsets that are too much for pictures or words.
Your will is better than:
the smell of rain in the desert that brings out the aroma of the delightful creosote and acts like a medicinal syrum to my soul.
journeying through that favorite pass near the highest point in Arizona where the healthy green pines contrast with the back drop of pure snow until everything turns white in the Aspen grove. ...oh, and the endless fields of sunflowers in the late summer that are the size of straw hats on tall green stems.
eating at Mom's restaurant for the first time and seeing the work of my parents' hands established with my own eyes.
having cacti in the front yard, hearing coyotes throughout the night, the blackest skies with the whitest stars, and waking up to a handful of choice mountains to hike.
road trips that inspire and stir my artistic and creative side. Tuscon, Jerome, Sedona, Flagstaff and Cameron. Pottery... art... organic beauty...
hiking into the glorious Grand Canyon and knowing that I have a relationship with the One who is bigger and mightier than that place. He is the landlord of it and it displays the wonders of Him well.
day trips to Phoenix where exists some of the most enjoyable shopping and eating I know of. Feeling right at home in that city, even though I'm a small town girl.
seeing faces that have watched me grow up, in everyday places, like the store, the bank and the Post Office. They know my story, good or bad, and they are kind.
having an herb garden in my courtyard with the distinct sound of the morning dove, reminding me of sweet memories from years past.
watching my parents and my children build meaningful friendships that pull hearts closer together and pass down ways from grandparents before.
seeing the extreme side of God's color choices on Earthly canvas through purple mountains splashed against orange sunsets that are too much for pictures or words.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Nutrional Education
Bryant at dinner tonight: Mom, is coca-cola like a fruit... or something?
Me and Caleb in unison: No, it's not a fruit.
Bryant: Oh, it just tastes a little fruity.
Me: No, soda isn't healthy at all. This is cherry coke and you're tasting the artificial cherry flavor but even that isn't made from real fruit.
Bryant: Oh, that's why it's fruity.
I'm not really sure how to feel about that question. We very rarely have soda in our house but I can't help but think, when your 7 year-old asks if Coca-cola is a fruit, you may want to feed your children more fruit... just a thought.
Me and Caleb in unison: No, it's not a fruit.
Bryant: Oh, it just tastes a little fruity.
Me: No, soda isn't healthy at all. This is cherry coke and you're tasting the artificial cherry flavor but even that isn't made from real fruit.
Bryant: Oh, that's why it's fruity.
I'm not really sure how to feel about that question. We very rarely have soda in our house but I can't help but think, when your 7 year-old asks if Coca-cola is a fruit, you may want to feed your children more fruit... just a thought.
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