tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55918488222404068472012-02-16T02:17:16.864-08:00JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591848822240406847.post-51218093814443426502008-02-28T11:08:00.000-08:002008-02-28T11:14:00.129-08:00Little Bean likes making list. <br />She is learning that her Papa speaks a different language and is a little different from Mama. After reviewing one of her books written in Hindi, Little Bean asked, "Papa Hindi?" (Yes); "Mama Hindi?" (No)<br />Then proceeded to make a list of Hindi things in her life:<br />Papa ...Hindi<br />Baba (grandpa)... Hindi<br />Daudi (grandma)...Hindi<br />Didi....Hindi<br />Bean...Hindi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591848822240406847-5121809381444342650?l=lifeonawhimquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591848822240406847.post-63950967968180688962008-02-03T14:07:00.001-08:002008-02-03T14:15:11.999-08:00Little Bean has been to a couple of birthdays parties recently. She keeps talking about them and singing "Happy Birthday". So, today we had a conversation about her B-day. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> "Who do you want to come to your birthday party?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Bean:</span> Starts listing off the "A" list (all her friend's names start with "A"). <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mom: </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> "Anyone else?"</span> (expecting her to say one more "A" name)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Bean:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>"Mama"<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>For that last comment Little Bean received a lot of kisses. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591848822240406847-6395096796818068896?l=lifeonawhimquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591848822240406847.post-50929915164388791822008-01-27T09:15:00.000-08:002008-01-27T09:18:02.255-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Bean</span>: " That's Papar's Bib, Mama!"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Referring to the apron her Papa likes to wear when he is cooking. Mama just made the mistake of wearing it too. </span><br /> <span class="widget-item-control"> <span class="item-control blog-admin"> <a class="quickedit" href="rearrange?blogID=728575786480341417&amp;widgetType=Text&amp;widgetId=Text1&amp;action=editWidget" onclick="'return" target="configText1" title="Edit"><br /></a></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591848822240406847-5092991516438879182?l=lifeonawhimquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591848822240406847.post-29166176642727943092008-01-27T09:14:00.000-08:002008-01-27T09:15:24.709-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">My Husband</span>: "...now you sound like <a href="http://www.drphil.com/">Dr. Phil</a>"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: "Well, you sound like...Dr.... ah...<a href="http://www.drpepper.com/">Dr. Pepper</a>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591848822240406847-2916617664272794309?l=lifeonawhimquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591848822240406847.post-22713871501446666072008-01-27T09:10:00.000-08:002008-01-27T09:14:38.967-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Bean:</span><span> Papa ess-o.. Papa ess-o<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Husband</span> (with a worried look, thinking she is calling him a name): What....I don't understand?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Little Bean: </span>PAPA ESSO!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: Yes, <span>"lets go</span>" get into the car.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Husband </span>(looking relieved): Yep ess-o!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591848822240406847-2271387150144666607?l=lifeonawhimquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591848822240406847.post-82121334076177886302008-01-27T09:05:00.000-08:002008-01-27T09:08:14.275-08:00Mama: You smell like Peanut Butter<br />Bean: Mama you smell like broccoli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5591848822240406847-8212133407617788630?l=lifeonawhimquotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10073953663757796828noreply@blogger.com0