I’m convinced that someone could write an entire blog just of things toddlers say. An entry a day (or more) would be no problem. Anyway, here are a few more Bridget funnies for your reading enjoyment.<\/p>\n
I’m Freaking out The wind blows my butt Bridget is Hot! Jared ate my Fruit Snacks Who’s your daddy? Square Burst The Bitamin is in the Cuvord The one with 2 brown garages When I’m a daddy I’m convinced that someone could write an entire blog just of things toddlers say. An entry a day (or more) would be no problem. Anyway, here are a few more Bridget funnies for your reading enjoyment. I’m Freaking out We were going for a walk and Bridget ran through some neighbor’s sprinklers. The water was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bridget","category-random"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.ernstrom.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong>We were going for a walk and Bridget ran through some neighbor’s sprinklers. The water was getting her pretty good.<\/em>
\nT: (after Bridget made it through the water) Are you okay?
\nB: Yea. I’m just freaking out.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Standing under the swap cooler with her bare bottom exposed, after having just gone potty. <\/em>
\nB: Look mom (sticking her butt in the air), the wind blows my butt.
\nT: Alright, silly, get over here.
\nB: It feels cool, it just goes up and up and up my butt.
\nT: You like that huh?
\nB: Yea, its pretty cool. Do you want to do that to your butt?
\nT: No thanks.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Playing at the Park with Emily and her son Gordon.<\/em>
\nE: Gordon, you look hot. Are you hot?
\nG: No, I’m not. Bridget is.
\nEmily and I got a pretty good laugh and tried to get Bridget to thank Gordon for the compliment. lol!<\/em><\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>B: Mom, can I have some fruit snacks?
\nT: Sure.
\nB: (minutes after finishing her first bag of fruit snacks)<\/em> Mom, can I have some fruit snacks? Please?
\nT: Didn’t you already have some?
\nB: No, I didn’t.
\nT: If you didn’t have any, then who ate the ones I just gave you?
\nB: Jared did.
\nT: I never saw Jared. Are you sure he ate them?
\nB: It was a little tiny Jared (showing me an inch or so with her fingers)<\/em>. He just climbed up my arm (demonstrating with her fingers)<\/em> and took my fruit snacks and ate them all gone.
\nT: Really? Are you trying to trick me?
\nB: (laughs and runs away)
\n…5 minutes later…<\/em>
\nB: Mom, can I have some fruit snacks?
\nT: No, you already had some. Maybe tomorrow.
\nB: Ok. Mom, can I have a banana?<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Dave, Bridget, and I were all playing and visiting while laying on our bed a few nights ago.<\/em>
\nB: I have a baby in my tummy, see. (lifting up shirt)
\nT: How big is your baby? Is it as big as an apple?
\nB: No, it isn’t.
\nD: Can I kiss the baby?
\nB: Sure.
\nD: (blows a raspberry on her tummy)
\nB: That’s not a kiss. You go like this (makes kissing sound).
\nD: Oh, let me try again (kisses her tummy)
\nD: Can I talk to her?
\nB: Yea
\nD: (his whiskers tickle her tummy as he talks) Hello baby. Are you in there?
\nB: (giggles and laughing – pulls her shirt down) That’s enough
\nD: So who is your baby’s daddy?
\nB: You are.
\nD: (laughing) Who is the baby’s mommy?
\nB: Mommy is. Um, Tina.
\nD: Oh, so that’s your sister in there?
\nB: Yea, my sister.
\nT: If I poke your tummy will the baby kick?
\nB: No it has to get bigger.
\nB: When the baby gets bigger and bigger, we can eat her.
\nT: What? Why would you want to eat her? How sad.
\nB: I’m just kidding.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>B: What do you got?
\nT: I have a Starburst. See (holding up the candy).
\nB: (looks at it thoughtfully for a moment) That’s a square burst.
\nT: Oh. It is square isn’t it.
\nB: Yea. It is.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>B: I need a bitamin.
\nT: You need what?
\nB: I need a bitamin. Its in the cuvord.
\nT: You want a vitamin?
\nB: Yea, a bitamin.
\nT: Say “The VITamin is in the cupBoard”
\nB: The bitamin is in the cuvord.
\nT: VITamin
\nB: Vitamin
\nT: Good job. Now, cupBoard.
\nB: cupboard
\nT: Now, say “The VITamin is in the cupBoard”
\nB: The vitamin is in the cupboard.
\nT: Yeah!! You did it. Let’s go get a vitamin.
\nB: Yeah, a bitamin.
\nT: A what?
\nB: A VITamin.
\nT: Right! Where are the vitamins?
\nB: In the cupboard.
\nT: Very good.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>B: I want to go to grandpa’s house
\nT: Which grandpa?
\nB: The one with 2 brown garages.
\nT: Two brown garages?
\nB: Yea, grandpa has 2 garages and the scary man has 2 garages too.
\nT: That’s true.
\nB: And he has hair on his face.
\nT: Grandpa? or the scary man?
\nB: Grandpa has hair on his face.
\nT: And 2 brown garages?
\nB: Yep.
\nT: Well, we can’t go today, but maybe we’ll go see grandpa soon.
\nB: I just want to go today.
\nT: I know, but grandpa is at work… and you need to take a nap, so we’ll have to go later.
\nB: Okay.
\nIncidentally, the grandpa with 2 brown garages is my dad. I knew he had two garage doors, but I didn’t remember that they were brown – and I grew up in that house. lol. I actually called him to confirm the color of his garage doors – sure enough.
\nAlso, it should be noted that “the scary man” is actually our next door neighbor (who is actually not scary at all). Apparently he smiled at Bridget one day when she said “hi” to him, and apparently it scared her for some reason. This was months ago – ever since she’s called him the scary man.<\/em><\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>B: When I’m a daddy I can stand on the table.
\nT: When you’re a daddy?
\nB: Yea, when I’m a daddy I can.
\nT: But daddy doesn’t stand on the table. We’re not supposed to stand on the table.
\nB: If he tries, I will tell him “No, daddy! Don’t stand on the table” and he will get down.
\nT: That’s a good idea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"