I need to get on this kid's diet. In 3 mos., he gained less than a lb! Dr attributes that to his high-aerobic activity, which includes crawling faster than the current baby-crawling champion of Twin City. Also included in his latest things to drive me insane is his new trick of standing alone, with his hands in the air.
He's such a little stud.
Anyway, he weighs an oz less than 20 lbs. He's 1/2 in away from 30 inches. And his noggen is completely average (altho it looks large w/o hair). His percentiles for weight & height (respectively) are 50 & 90. TALL, TALL boy.
He got a shot & didn't so much as wince.
On Memorial Day, Flynn got to ride one of the Norris Horses, whose name is Jack. But as we drove up to Papa's house & saw the horse outside, Flynn said, "There's Jackson." JackSON. She renamed him. The amusing part tho, is that I can't think of anyone she'd know that shares that name.
The real cowboy of the story is Gabe. Who LOVES riding. He grabbed the saddle horn & reigns as if he'd done it a million times. Flynn took a ride around & said, "I want off now." She had things to do... the girls to follow around & a movie to watch.
We had a super time in Nashville this weekend. The Robinsons were the greatest hosts. They really know how to make you feel like your children aren't being rude & wrecking their gorgeous home. Tammy just kept saying, "they're fine! there's nothing they can hurt here." I just kept looking around at her showcase & thinking, "but we have pressed wood furniture."
We went to the Aquarium Restaurant which goes down into my eating establishments log. Way cool. And the highlight of Flynn's weekend was riding a "dolphin" on a carousel. She also enjoyed the lifesize bugs at the Science Center there. And had a blast playing with Grace & loving on Lauren.
Our 6 hour ride there was just a condensed preview of what our August trip to Panama City Beach will entail. All I have to say is, "Is it unethical to give the children drugs to help them sleep for a 12 hr drive?"
5.24.2006
I Must Look Old
I've started physical therapy for my back, per request of ortho. dr.
Anywho, I'm there, doing some type of stretch next to a lady who looked like she could be my mom's age. So, we're chewing the fat about how bad this type of stretch hurts & therapy & our aches & pains, when I make the comment, "Gee, ya hit thirty & it's all downhill", then I laughed.
And she said, "You're only thirty?"
I kinda wanted to swallow my chin. So I just told her that I was actually 32. And when I said it, I actually wanted to say, "You think I look older than thirty?" But I didn't. But she must've thought about how it sounded, or realized that I looked like I wanted to vomit.
So she said, "Thirty's nothing. I'm 55."
Then, I was at the store & a man told his son to hold the door for me. But instead of saying, "Son, hold the door for this chic." He said, "Hold the door for that LADY."
If someone calls me mam in the near future, I'm going to start wearing stretchy jeans & comfortable shoes.
Anywho, I'm there, doing some type of stretch next to a lady who looked like she could be my mom's age. So, we're chewing the fat about how bad this type of stretch hurts & therapy & our aches & pains, when I make the comment, "Gee, ya hit thirty & it's all downhill", then I laughed.
And she said, "You're only thirty?"
I kinda wanted to swallow my chin. So I just told her that I was actually 32. And when I said it, I actually wanted to say, "You think I look older than thirty?" But I didn't. But she must've thought about how it sounded, or realized that I looked like I wanted to vomit.
So she said, "Thirty's nothing. I'm 55."
Then, I was at the store & a man told his son to hold the door for me. But instead of saying, "Son, hold the door for this chic." He said, "Hold the door for that LADY."
If someone calls me mam in the near future, I'm going to start wearing stretchy jeans & comfortable shoes.
5.19.2006
I Felt the Earth Move Under My Feet
I felt the sky tumblin' down, tumblin'....
Okay, well maybe it wasn't quite that extreme; but, nonetheless.
It was yesterday morning & I had just set the bigger kids up with some playdough so I could nurse Gabe in some peace. As I was walking from the kitchen to the livingroom, I heard a LOUD boom & the house rattled.
A couple years ago, they were doing lots of dynamite-ing to an area within eyeshot of our backyard. The noise was very similar to that & my immediate reaction was "they're doing that again??" Then, when that didn't seem all too logical, I thought that perhaps it was a really loud clap of thunder. Which would've been REALLY loud, as the windows rattled & the floor vibrated.
Well, I haven't exactly the type of schedule which allows me to linger & dwell on each detail of my day (even given that the detail happened to be record-making). So, I went on about my 'work', preparing the Perry Dairy for milk time.
And actually, I didn't give it another thought. Until Jeff sat down at the computer at bedtime & gave me the news:
See? -- who says my days are uneventful?
5.17.2006
Pet Peeves
At the risk of sounding negative, I've decided to list my pet peeves (in no necessary order):
Shorter people (i.e. Flynn) getting between me & the destination (i.e. sink) & being fine with being sandwiched there while I try to finish what I'm doing.
People NOT YIELDING at yield signs. Like, um, hello? what is it you think you're supposed to do at a YIELD SIGN? (do I hear a Town Talk in the works??)
People who never put down their cell phone. You can at least ask the person you're chatting with to hold on while you finish peeing in the public bathroom.
Walmart.
People who don't make their kids mind in public. Like when we were at the Magic House Friday. And the lady who wouldn't quit gossiping with her friend to tend to her 6-year old son who was SCREAMING IN MY 2-YEAR OLD DAUGHTER'S FACE & not letting her go by him up the steps. That kid better hope he doesn't end up in Mr. Perry's science class when he's in 8th grade.
Paybacks.
People who don't walk on the RIGHT (vs left) side. Like at the mall. Like on the sidewalk. And the worst is going through doorways.
GET OVER!
Speaking of the mall. For crying outloud, IF YOU'RE GOING TO STOP & CHAT WITH SOMEONE OR BE REALLY SLOW, DON'T STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF TRAFFIC.
Walmart.
If you smoke, that's your business. But should you be standing outside of a health facility (doctor's office, hospital, etc.) breathing smoke into my air as I walk in or out?
That kinda doesn't make sense to me.
People who are judgemental but then do something even dumber in the same respect. i.e. people who criticize parents who let their kids suck a binky at one age, but they're still giving their kid a bottle or vica versa. Like me, ripping on a big kid at church who sucks a binky, yet I just changed my brilliant two year old's DIAPER.
When people leave the room & have no intention of returning to that particular room anytime in the near future (i.e. bathroom), yet they fail to turn off the light.
Walmart.
When I'm attending something (i.e. a class or a similar event) & am promptly on time (if not a little early), yet we wait for late people & then cater to them by repeating what was said in their "absence".
Service employees, people meant to SERVE, acting like you're supposed to serve them. Have you forgotten, that your paycheck is generated because of my purchases? Okay, then HELP ME! For example, while I was shopping for a white noise machine for my light sleeping Gabe, at Target (I continue to ask myself why we spend thousands per year there) & no one could HELP ME. So, with the three kiddos in tow, I'm hauling around the store, in search of the machine, of an employee, of the golden gnome. Anything. Please, somebody just help me.
Covering cigarette smoke up with perfume.
People who release RANCID gas in tight, public spaces. Like one time when I got onto an elevator where I man was getting off of the elevator (although I didn't pay attention, he was probably snickering) & I was about to VOMIT. My eyes were tearing & my brows were singed. I was dry heaving like a cat coughing up a hairball.
Walmart.
A crabby 32-year old woman who has nothing to complain about, yet she's compiled a list of 20 or so.
5.16.2006
TOP TEN TUESDAY: Things I've Recently Learned
- Two year olds want to do EVERYTHING themselves (& I do mean everything)
- Daisies can live forever in a milk storage bottle with a little water on my windowsill
- Puke washes out pretty easily
- No one on the road respects a wild-haired lady in a silver minivan
- Even though something might read, "No children please, no child care provided", people still bring their kids
- Poop can be sticky or dry, mushy or hard, dependent on the last food fed to a baby
- Someone needs to invent a way to turn dirty diapers into fuel (I can provide the world's supply of diapers)
- Most things kids learn are things you didn't teach them (not too bad now, terrible in puberty years)
- Not everything on Dr. Phil will work
- My kids are good
5.15.2006
Happy Mother's Day to me?
Well, my mother's day was concluded by none only than vomit.
Flynn puked twice - all over me - to the point of my entire outfit needing to be changed. Vanilla milk nonetheless.
Then, Gabe woke up about, um, 4 times. Screaming fits.
I don't think the sleep training is working. According to the 'chair method' he should be trained by tonight. It's not looking too favorable.
I think that would be the epitome of Mother's Day.
That's okay... I'll take it anyway.
Flynn puked twice - all over me - to the point of my entire outfit needing to be changed. Vanilla milk nonetheless.
Then, Gabe woke up about, um, 4 times. Screaming fits.
I don't think the sleep training is working. According to the 'chair method' he should be trained by tonight. It's not looking too favorable.
I think that would be the epitome of Mother's Day.
That's okay... I'll take it anyway.
5.14.2006
Happy Mother's Day
This to ALL the moms in my life:
First, my own momma. My love & admiration for her grows as does my own love for my children. Having my babies made me realize the sacrifice my own mom has made for me.
Secondly, my hubby's momma. Gees, she had to do quite a job to make this guy so wonderful. So hats off to her for making him the incredible, sacrificial husband & unbelievable dad that he is.
To my sister who (& I'm sure she isn't fond of me pointing out the age gap) was old enough to be somewhat of a parental figure. My sis showed me an example of motherhood & is a major contributor to my own parenting.
To my friends. Especially those whom I speak with on a regular basis. Sometimes those phone conversations or nights out are the very things that keep me sane. Words of encouragement that seem ordinary become advice & bits of knowledge.
I recently entered a contest for Moms. The entry required you to submit your definition of mother's day. I sat there & thought about it. Yes, it's a very special day... actually a holiday. But really, to me, everyday is mother's day. Everyday I get to spend my every moment with my babies. Everyday I hear, "Mommy I love you", "Good night Mom" & Jeff has said that the last few times he's prayed with Flynn the 'Now I lay me down' prayer, she says, "Now I lay me down to sleep... I pray FOR MOM." Awww!!! That's sweet & that little girl obviously knows her momma needs extra prayers.
I'm also fortunate enough to have a husband who makes everyday Mother's Day. I hear women brag that on Mother's Day their husband made them lunch or waited on them or was extra nice.
WELL, I get that treatment everyday...or every chance Jeff has. He makes my everyday special.
Happy Mother's Day to me. And a thank you to God. That on this day I'm fortunate enough to have reason (or 2 reasons) to celebrate.
First, my own momma. My love & admiration for her grows as does my own love for my children. Having my babies made me realize the sacrifice my own mom has made for me.
Secondly, my hubby's momma. Gees, she had to do quite a job to make this guy so wonderful. So hats off to her for making him the incredible, sacrificial husband & unbelievable dad that he is.
To my sister who (& I'm sure she isn't fond of me pointing out the age gap) was old enough to be somewhat of a parental figure. My sis showed me an example of motherhood & is a major contributor to my own parenting.
To my friends. Especially those whom I speak with on a regular basis. Sometimes those phone conversations or nights out are the very things that keep me sane. Words of encouragement that seem ordinary become advice & bits of knowledge.
I recently entered a contest for Moms. The entry required you to submit your definition of mother's day. I sat there & thought about it. Yes, it's a very special day... actually a holiday. But really, to me, everyday is mother's day. Everyday I get to spend my every moment with my babies. Everyday I hear, "Mommy I love you", "Good night Mom" & Jeff has said that the last few times he's prayed with Flynn the 'Now I lay me down' prayer, she says, "Now I lay me down to sleep... I pray FOR MOM." Awww!!! That's sweet & that little girl obviously knows her momma needs extra prayers.
I'm also fortunate enough to have a husband who makes everyday Mother's Day. I hear women brag that on Mother's Day their husband made them lunch or waited on them or was extra nice.
WELL, I get that treatment everyday...or every chance Jeff has. He makes my everyday special.
Happy Mother's Day to me. And a thank you to God. That on this day I'm fortunate enough to have reason (or 2 reasons) to celebrate.
5.12.2006
My Wishlist
1. A level backyard, perfect to play in
2. A year of good health (well, a lifetime of health would be great)
3. My babies to LOVE sleep
4. A self-cleaning house with a couple more bedrooms & a FULL basement
5. A work-from-home job
6. A better ear for hearing God's voice
7. A good working back
8. A good working lawn mower
9. Energy & desire to clean the house
10. A smaller butt
2. A year of good health (well, a lifetime of health would be great)
3. My babies to LOVE sleep
4. A self-cleaning house with a couple more bedrooms & a FULL basement
5. A work-from-home job
6. A better ear for hearing God's voice
7. A good working back
8. A good working lawn mower
9. Energy & desire to clean the house
10. A smaller butt
NOT a Victory
Ugh, are we tired. THREE wake ups last night. Each one lasting 30-45 minutes. And as you sit next to him in the bed, he really thinks you should get him. He sits there & sucks his binky and if you make eye contact, you can see his eyes crinkle & his binky raise as his mouth makes a smile.
What a stinker.
Tonight, the chair gets moved to the door. This is all supposed to be done in a few days. We shall see. It's quite the job for a week!
What a stinker.
Tonight, the chair gets moved to the door. This is all supposed to be done in a few days. We shall see. It's quite the job for a week!
5.11.2006
Victory?
Okay, we don't want to count any chickens here, but I think we just might be on our way to a full night's sleep here at the Perry Infirmary.
Yesterday's naps (one of which involved Nana), were pretty good. Laying him down when he was drowsy but awake with just a whine or two (certainly no hour of crying).
Then, last night, he passed out at SEVEN O'CLOCK! He's NEVER went to bed that early (NEVER!). With a wake up at 11:55 - which included about 30 minutes of crying with daddy sitting on "the chair" beside him. And just let me comment that much like dog years, actual crying time quite varies with how the time FEELS. In other words, the other night, that 1'45 of crying felt like about 6 hours.
Are we victorious in this battle over sleeplessness? I don't know. I've read that they can kind of backslide part way through the training. I hope not. I'm liking this getting a little more sleep thing. And really think I can be a MUCH better Momma if I can get some sleep.
Here's to some zzzzzzzzzzzzzz's.
Yesterday's naps (one of which involved Nana), were pretty good. Laying him down when he was drowsy but awake with just a whine or two (certainly no hour of crying).
Then, last night, he passed out at SEVEN O'CLOCK! He's NEVER went to bed that early (NEVER!). With a wake up at 11:55 - which included about 30 minutes of crying with daddy sitting on "the chair" beside him. And just let me comment that much like dog years, actual crying time quite varies with how the time FEELS. In other words, the other night, that 1'45 of crying felt like about 6 hours.
Are we victorious in this battle over sleeplessness? I don't know. I've read that they can kind of backslide part way through the training. I hope not. I'm liking this getting a little more sleep thing. And really think I can be a MUCH better Momma if I can get some sleep.
Here's to some zzzzzzzzzzzzzz's.
5.10.2006
Sleep is Overrated
Gabe is a lovely boy. Very cute. Very sweet. Has a great smile. He's an excellent eater. And is soo tolerant of his sister.
BUT
Gabe is a H O R R I B L E sleeper.
He started sleeping through the night around 3 months. Jeff & I rejoiced. "Yeah! Finally have a good sleeper."
Wrongo.
Flynn JUST started sleeping through the night (w/o crying out at 3 am) about 2 mos ago. But little Gabe wakes 1-2 times each night. He also doesn't nap more than 30-45 minutes.
This makes for a very tired, and frustrated, Mommy.
So Jeff & I decide that enough is enough, we're going to sleep train this kid. Heck, we should write a book. We trained Flynn several times.
Then she'd get sick.
Or we'd go on a trip.
Or something would come along & kink our business & we'd be back at scratch.
So we started last night. We went w/ a method I saw on Dr Phil, thinking it sounded a little gentler than just straight hardcore CRY IT OUT (it is crying it out, but it's sitting beside the bed while they cry).
YIPES. Gabe has a mean temper & some serious stamina.
Laying him down initially at 8:30 meant SCREAMING (like I'm wondering why our lovely neighbors didn't call DFS) for AN HOUR AND 40 MINUTES. I kid you not. We'd take turns. I came out the first time after like 20 minutes & yelled to Jeff, "SUB!"
Wake up #2 was at 1:30ish. This one was another full blown screaming fit. Lasting about 1 HR 20 MINS (improvement?) Then, there was another wake up at 5, which just required a binky reinsertion. That was a challenge which included me crying & asking, "what's so bad about him waking several times to nurse? he can sleep in our bed, lots of people do it! he just needs us!! what message are we sending him? that he can't depend on us!!"
His passing out had to be that...and of just pure exhaustion. Not of a lesson learned or will to give in.
The naps have to be consistent with the bedtime ritual. Which means another day of screaming. They say that all should be better in 7 days.
God help us all.
BUT
Gabe is a H O R R I B L E sleeper.
He started sleeping through the night around 3 months. Jeff & I rejoiced. "Yeah! Finally have a good sleeper."
Wrongo.
Flynn JUST started sleeping through the night (w/o crying out at 3 am) about 2 mos ago. But little Gabe wakes 1-2 times each night. He also doesn't nap more than 30-45 minutes.
This makes for a very tired, and frustrated, Mommy.
So Jeff & I decide that enough is enough, we're going to sleep train this kid. Heck, we should write a book. We trained Flynn several times.
Then she'd get sick.
Or we'd go on a trip.
Or something would come along & kink our business & we'd be back at scratch.
So we started last night. We went w/ a method I saw on Dr Phil, thinking it sounded a little gentler than just straight hardcore CRY IT OUT (it is crying it out, but it's sitting beside the bed while they cry).
YIPES. Gabe has a mean temper & some serious stamina.
Laying him down initially at 8:30 meant SCREAMING (like I'm wondering why our lovely neighbors didn't call DFS) for AN HOUR AND 40 MINUTES. I kid you not. We'd take turns. I came out the first time after like 20 minutes & yelled to Jeff, "SUB!"
Wake up #2 was at 1:30ish. This one was another full blown screaming fit. Lasting about 1 HR 20 MINS (improvement?) Then, there was another wake up at 5, which just required a binky reinsertion. That was a challenge which included me crying & asking, "what's so bad about him waking several times to nurse? he can sleep in our bed, lots of people do it! he just needs us!! what message are we sending him? that he can't depend on us!!"
His passing out had to be that...and of just pure exhaustion. Not of a lesson learned or will to give in.
The naps have to be consistent with the bedtime ritual. Which means another day of screaming. They say that all should be better in 7 days.
God help us all.
5.09.2006
TOP TEN TUESDAY: Ten Things About Hubby
Ten Things I Love about Jeff...
(okay, I couldn't limit it to just 10)
14. Never argued the fact that we needed a minivan
13. Isn't afraid of a poopy diaper
12. Lets me sleep in on the weekends
11. Has exquisite taste in music
10. He has all his (original) hair
9. Killer Backside
8. On Sundays, without question,
we get ready for church (always have)
7. He loves kids
6. Likes to cook
5. Outgoing - is game for EVERYTHING
4. Knows his way around downtown
3. Has some kind of optical-challenge
in that he actually thinks I am (still) attractive
2. Supports anything & everything I decide to do
AND THE NUMBER ONE THING I LOVE ABOUT HUBBY...
1. He is by far the best father that God ever placed on the earth
And I could go on & on but I have to get the kids breakfast
5.06.2006
So It's Not Just Me
Well, it's official. The entire family is going crazy.
It appears that Dear Sweet Flynn has decided that each weekend we're at the store, she will throw a temper tantrum.
Which she did tonight.
We called Jeff on our way home from Alex's party. I told him that instead of unloading the kids, only to reload them for our trip to Kmart (to buy Flynn's new carseat), we'd just pull up & he could hop in the car & we'd head on to the store.
I realize this didn't give him a lot of time to "get ready."
SO, I pull up & he runs out looking all frazzled. He had his Mr. Schneider white tee on & said hold on while I put a shirt on.
He returned looking handsome as ever, God love him.
We go on to Kmart. I had Flynn first & he had Gabe, then after she started her shananigans, we traded. He went onto the baby dept to start looking at carseats, while Gabe & I went to the pharmacy to pick up my no-more-little-Gabes-and-Flynns pills. We joined them but as I approached their area I could hear "it". The frazzled sounds of Flynn. Jeff had allowed her to give a little umbrella stroller a test run. Good enough, except she can't very well take it with us. So, when it was time to start heading toward the check out, she didn't exactly agree with our suggestion of keeping it in the rightful department. So she started her, "NO! NO! NO!" And I saw it coming. The Saturday Store Meltdown. So, the screaming gets louder as we insist her leaving behind the stroller. She wants to take it along (with the "doggie" inside it), but TOO DARN bad sister, such is life. And if you get your way now, what will you be like next year?
Long story short, Gabe and I are pushing a loaded down cart with a GYNORMOUS carseat with box atop a wobbly cart sporting the Gabester in his soon-to-be "old" infant seat. Preceding us is the honorable tantrumming Flynn Perry and her gorgeous father, sporting her on his side, much like a lumberjack carrying a stiff tree.
COULD WE ATTRACT MORE ATTENTION??!!
Everyone within earshot is gocking like I'm going through the aisles wearing a thong (ew, I think I just puked a little in my mouth). You would think that NO ONE IN THE STORE has ever raised or lived next to a two year old.
SO, I give Jeff "the nod", meaning, "take Flynn to the car, I'll check out & we'll meet you at the car." (that's a lot of words for the nod...sorta like the translation of a Chinese martial arts movie)
He goes ahead & I stop at the check out. The poor guy scans the stuff & I look down for Jeff's wallet which had previously nestled between the Gabester's chunky thighs.
Not there.
So, I debate crying & laying down in the aisle. But instead, I tell Poor Checker Dude that he'll have to wait while I take the Gabester with me to the car & tell Poor Hubby.
He agrees.
I go to the parking lot & tell Jeff, "Just go pay, my back hurts."
He goes back in to a line of people waiting for us to get our acts straight, pays, gets the loot, & heads back out.
COULD WE BE MORE OF A SPECTACLE??!!??!!
After all that, I didn't feel like cooking, so we go to Arby's.
We finally pull up at 2024 Fairbanks. Flynn's starting Round 2 of her plan to give me more gray. That's when Jeff looks down at his feet.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT SHOES ON? I HAVE A BIRKENSTOCK SANDAL AND AN ADIDAS FLIP FLOP ON?"
Sure enough:
It's official. We've all gone mad.
It appears that Dear Sweet Flynn has decided that each weekend we're at the store, she will throw a temper tantrum.
Which she did tonight.
We called Jeff on our way home from Alex's party. I told him that instead of unloading the kids, only to reload them for our trip to Kmart (to buy Flynn's new carseat), we'd just pull up & he could hop in the car & we'd head on to the store.
I realize this didn't give him a lot of time to "get ready."
SO, I pull up & he runs out looking all frazzled. He had his Mr. Schneider white tee on & said hold on while I put a shirt on.
He returned looking handsome as ever, God love him.
We go on to Kmart. I had Flynn first & he had Gabe, then after she started her shananigans, we traded. He went onto the baby dept to start looking at carseats, while Gabe & I went to the pharmacy to pick up my no-more-little-Gabes-and-Flynns pills. We joined them but as I approached their area I could hear "it". The frazzled sounds of Flynn. Jeff had allowed her to give a little umbrella stroller a test run. Good enough, except she can't very well take it with us. So, when it was time to start heading toward the check out, she didn't exactly agree with our suggestion of keeping it in the rightful department. So she started her, "NO! NO! NO!" And I saw it coming. The Saturday Store Meltdown. So, the screaming gets louder as we insist her leaving behind the stroller. She wants to take it along (with the "doggie" inside it), but TOO DARN bad sister, such is life. And if you get your way now, what will you be like next year?
Long story short, Gabe and I are pushing a loaded down cart with a GYNORMOUS carseat with box atop a wobbly cart sporting the Gabester in his soon-to-be "old" infant seat. Preceding us is the honorable tantrumming Flynn Perry and her gorgeous father, sporting her on his side, much like a lumberjack carrying a stiff tree.
COULD WE ATTRACT MORE ATTENTION??!!
Everyone within earshot is gocking like I'm going through the aisles wearing a thong (ew, I think I just puked a little in my mouth). You would think that NO ONE IN THE STORE has ever raised or lived next to a two year old.
SO, I give Jeff "the nod", meaning, "take Flynn to the car, I'll check out & we'll meet you at the car." (that's a lot of words for the nod...sorta like the translation of a Chinese martial arts movie)
He goes ahead & I stop at the check out. The poor guy scans the stuff & I look down for Jeff's wallet which had previously nestled between the Gabester's chunky thighs.
Not there.
So, I debate crying & laying down in the aisle. But instead, I tell Poor Checker Dude that he'll have to wait while I take the Gabester with me to the car & tell Poor Hubby.
He agrees.
I go to the parking lot & tell Jeff, "Just go pay, my back hurts."
He goes back in to a line of people waiting for us to get our acts straight, pays, gets the loot, & heads back out.
COULD WE BE MORE OF A SPECTACLE??!!??!!
After all that, I didn't feel like cooking, so we go to Arby's.
We finally pull up at 2024 Fairbanks. Flynn's starting Round 2 of her plan to give me more gray. That's when Jeff looks down at his feet.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT SHOES ON? I HAVE A BIRKENSTOCK SANDAL AND AN ADIDAS FLIP FLOP ON?"
Sure enough:
It's official. We've all gone mad.
5.03.2006
I'm Not Opposed to Child Labor
Hey! Not only does it keep her busy for a while
(at least 'til the battery runs down),
but it's keeping Bubby's cheerios picked up!
One thing I've learned during my short term in Motherhood...
whatever works.
5.02.2006
TOP TEN TUESDAY: Gabe's Top Ten List
"Things I Like to Eat"
10. Anything jarred, despite the smell
9. Anything with texture
8. Anything without texture
7. Whatever you're eating
6. Mom's hair
5. Blades of grass
4. Sand from Sissy's sandbox
3. Cheerios on the floor from my last meal
2. Random fuzzies on the floor
and the top thing I like to eat...
1. WHATEVER WILL FIT IN MY MOUTH
5.01.2006
Real Men Do Tea Parties
After Flynn's tough week of being mean, her Daddy decided she needed a little Daddy & Bubby time; so HE suggested a tea party. He even provided cookies.
Gosh, are we lucky to have a man like this in our life...or what?!
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