tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post8979233701610875577..comments2023-05-22T04:39:39.249-08:00Comments on Alaskim | Surviving Wildlife, Wildflowers & Wild-Haired Children: Minivan MilestoneAlaskimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275423829064659939noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-26982931456072120672009-10-24T20:51:46.062-08:002009-10-24T20:51:46.062-08:00Haha! Too funny!
Peanut & Jelly Bean get so ...Haha! Too funny! <br /><br />Peanut & Jelly Bean get so excited about the crosswalk signs - they are lighted orange flashing hands and every time they see one, they shriek, "the orange hand!" <br /><br />They haven't said too much yet about the traffic lights, but there are often commands to go faster.twinmamabeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12831942380108095113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-30815971314919501782009-10-23T04:59:55.475-08:002009-10-23T04:59:55.475-08:00lol Kim. =) Ours enjoy telling their Daddy about ...lol Kim. =) Ours enjoy telling their Daddy about going through red lights, too. ;) He claims to them that it was yellow when he was in the intersection and I'd guess he's right since he gassed it to get there, but whatever....lol Kids are so much fun. =) Off to look for a Zanzibar chicken recipe. Sounds yummy! =pHeather~sheaaa6https://www.blogger.com/profile/18283421400074184046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-37219257372659123102009-10-21T14:51:11.783-08:002009-10-21T14:51:11.783-08:00Back before my grandmother was bedridden but still...Back before my grandmother was bedridden but still showing signs of Alzheimer's, I HATED driving her anywhere. She was the most horrible backseat driver in the history of backseats. She would scream if a car changed lanes next to me, yell that I was about to miss the exit that was half a mile away, and she would slam on her imaginary brakes if she thought I was about to run a stop light.<br /><br />I can't imagine how much worse it would surely be with children!Karen M. Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972093977468313631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-17087527048011033302009-10-21T14:41:24.252-08:002009-10-21T14:41:24.252-08:00Zanzibar chicken? Sounds so exotic!
My 2.875-yea...Zanzibar chicken? Sounds so exotic!<br /><br />My 2.875-year-old twins have also learned the significance of those pretty, colored lights. This is what I'm privy to, EVERY TIME: <br /><br />"Green means go, right, Mom?"<br />"Red means stop, right, Mom?"<br /><br />One of them said to me the other day, "Red means stop. Green means go. Yellow means go slow. Purple means...go to a birthday party!!"<br /><br />Don't even ask.Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232959780252957706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-62905698895098881192009-10-21T11:55:56.504-08:002009-10-21T11:55:56.504-08:00I made the mistake of explaining red and green lig...I made the mistake of explaining red and green lights to my girls. It's the same thing you're experiencing... we're three blocks from the light and they tell me to stop because it's red. Today I drove through as the light turned yellow. One my girls saw it change to red and began scolding me. Gotta love the backseat drivers.Quadmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12811147214370454309noreply@blogger.com