Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

Nariah says… #100

Posted: May 26, 2013 in Comedy, Nariah
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Wow, really? 100? Never imagined when I started this blog that I would ever get a hundred posts about things Nariah has said.  Very cool milestone! Here’s to many more! Also coincidentally happening with this post is Nariah’s first official post on her own blog, a critique of Texas Roadhouse (the setting for this blog post actually) over at The Littlest Palate. So go ahead and subscribe to her blog for her perspective on life from a little foodie’s standpoint. The email subscriptions are managed separately from this one for some reason. And now… on to #100 🙂

We’re out in the mountains of Virginia for a wedding and we have a few hours to kill before heading to it. Nariah wants to swim in the pool, but we tell her we have to eat first, and if we have time, we’ll swim before heading out to the wedding. Since there isn’t a Texas Roadhouse “near” us, we almost have to go to one whenever we travel and see one. Their bread with the cinnamon butter…… OMG…… oops, sorry, I digress…

We end up telling the waitress that my birthday is in two days and I made a point to tell them if they bring cake and ice cream, don’t bring chocolate due to my allergy. “Oh… we don’t do that… I don’t know why tho, but I know we don’t give away free dessert. At my other job, they always give out some dessert or something for birthdays, its very cool… But yeah… sorry“.

As she leaves, I start to think what I can do for dessert since the dessert menu for some reason looked bleak today. “Ooooooh, I think I want to go back to Cookout and get that Cheerwine Float, now that would be awesome!”
“Ummmm No daddy…”
“No? What you mean Nariah?”
“No you can’t have that. If you get that, you’re gonna poot in the pool and I’m not having that!”

She got me. No comment….

Nariah says… #82

Posted: July 27, 2012 in Comedy, Nariah
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“Mommy, can I have an American Girl doll?”

I don’t know about you guys, but that’s a dreaded question to hear nowadays. For those of you new to the parenting game, these are dolls that your child can get to look just like her and they can even get matching clothes so your daughter can look just like her doll. All this for only a hundred plus dollars. Oh don’t get the personalized book and many different accessories, then you’re rounding out the two hundred dollar range!  Before you write me off as being mean or ignorant to the joys of being a girl growing up, I’m just trying to figure out what does all this money get you. Maybe I’m wrong and somebody can “learn” me the ways. Do these dolls talk, or poop, or eat, or walk, or read your stories, or even blink? I just want to know what all this money is getting me my daughter. Regardless of the pending damage to my wallet size, the American Doll inquiry was indeed quite humorous.

Nariah and Toya are eating breakfast when she asked the aforementioned dreaded question.
“Ummm, I don’t know baby, maybe we can talk about it for your birthday?”
“My Birthday? Well how far away is that?”
“Well, why don’t we use math to figure it out?”

After counting down, they figure out its only over a hundred days away. Nariah isn’t to pleased with that.
“Well, how many months is it then?”

They count it down to 6 months.
“6 months? We’re gonna have to find another special occasion day then, that’s too long to wait mommy!”
“Well, you have Christmas”
“Yeah, Christmas! Can we get one Christmas?!?!?!?”
“Well, then again, if Santa brings you one, then you won’t be able to have the joy of seeing your American Girl made in front of you at the store.”
(Yeah Toya, way to fight back, kill the joy with disappointment!)
**silence**
(I think it worked!)
“Part of the joy is creating the doll in the store, kinda like a Build-a-Bear. Wouldn’t you want that instead of Santa bringing it to you? It might not be how you want it.”
“Hmmmm, that’s ok…. I’m writing Santa a letter NOW!!!!!”
(Nope…. didn’t work)

Keep in mind the “NOW” was the “yeah buddy, I’m getting an American Doll” type now. LOL.
Whoever came up with this idea is a very very very smart (and rich) person.
I think I’m going to come up with some “Broke Parent” dolls for these kids to buy to go along with their American Girl dolls.  That way they can have a true american family. We’ll see if between now and birthday or Christmas time if Nariah’s focus changes…