Monday, April 19, 2010
Quinton Miles Nelson
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About Me
Family and Friends
- Amy
- Emily
- Laura
- Leah
- The Barney Family
- The Ben and Sarah Nelson Family
- The Bergloff Family
- The Colledge Family
- The Euzent Family
- The Finona Family
- The Jones Family
- The Lee Family
- The Paske Family
- The Stephanie Bergloff Family
- The Stephens Family
- The Thomas Family
- The Waldron Family
- The Williams Family
- The Wright Family
Kid Conversation
In the Car
Grant: Ella what do you want to be when you grow up?
Ella: Big like you.
Grant: No, like a doctor, or a fireman, or a teacher.
Mommy: You know like Grant wants to be a Myrmecologist
(ant scientist). Maybe a Mommy!
Ella: I want to be a Myrmecologist, too.
Grant: Maybe you could be a doctor. Then you could fix me
when I the ants bite me.
In the house, after bed time
(Ella is supposed to be in bed and loses her special blanket if she comes out - Comes out and stands in Dallin's doorway - where I am nursing - with a look of defiance on her face)
Mommy: Ella, bring me your tickle (aka - special blanket) and
go back to bed.
Ella: I think I have to go potty.
Mommy: Ella, do I need to get your tickle myself?
Ella: I hud it (apparently 'hud' is past tense for 'hide' in 3 yr
old language).
Mommy: I can find it.
Ella: I hud it in a special place, you can't find it.
Mommy: I heard you in your closet.
Ella: (looks around, and then with a smile) I hud it in my
drawer.
Mommy: Now, I know exactly where it is. Go to bed, I'll be in
to get your tickle in a minute.
(FYI - She did have a very tiny, forced tinkle.)
Grant: Ella what do you want to be when you grow up?
Ella: Big like you.
Grant: No, like a doctor, or a fireman, or a teacher.
Mommy: You know like Grant wants to be a Myrmecologist
(ant scientist). Maybe a Mommy!
Ella: I want to be a Myrmecologist, too.
Grant: Maybe you could be a doctor. Then you could fix me
when I the ants bite me.
In the house, after bed time
(Ella is supposed to be in bed and loses her special blanket if she comes out - Comes out and stands in Dallin's doorway - where I am nursing - with a look of defiance on her face)
Mommy: Ella, bring me your tickle (aka - special blanket) and
go back to bed.
Ella: I think I have to go potty.
Mommy: Ella, do I need to get your tickle myself?
Ella: I hud it (apparently 'hud' is past tense for 'hide' in 3 yr
old language).
Mommy: I can find it.
Ella: I hud it in a special place, you can't find it.
Mommy: I heard you in your closet.
Ella: (looks around, and then with a smile) I hud it in my
drawer.
Mommy: Now, I know exactly where it is. Go to bed, I'll be in
to get your tickle in a minute.
(FYI - She did have a very tiny, forced tinkle.)