Saturday, January 31, 2009
Who knew there were so many uses for a tongue depressor.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thank you, Father, for these precious times.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The first one said, "I told my hairdresser I was tired of straight hair, so I got a perm yesterday."And the second one, "Not to worry, I have a CHI."
I wager to bet not too many 80-something-year-olds take before and after CHI pictures of themselves and e-mail them to their grand kids.
Thanks for making my day, Ahmo. I love you!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
First, my lovely daughter came out of her room with this letter written just for me:
"I thought you didn't love me anymore, but you did."
After I removed the dagger from my heart, I immediately destroyed my Mother Of The Year application.
Next these two darlings took a permanent sharpie marker to our desk. They were very thorough and left no part unmarked.
Then we had this lovely little incident:
This required Dad to come home from work and assist me in breaking the chair in order to dislodge our son's huge noggin.
And finally the piece de resistance - Bode decided to drop a huge load in the bathtub. You should thank me for not taking pictures of this disaster. So after getting both kids out, showering them off, putting all the toys in the dishwasher and cleaning out the tub Andy said, "I have decided that I would rather clean vomit out of the carpet than poop out of the tub."
This is the reality of parenthood.
Friday, January 9, 2009
So apparently still life is NOT real life around here. Screaming all night is real life. Followed by another tip to the doctor, followed by another double ear infection, followed by another complete breakdown (mine, not his). So I'm all, "He's killing us, doc, you gotta do something." and she's all calm and collected like she sees kids like this everyday. And I continue on about how no other baby could possibly be this unhappy thus making his parents this sleep deprived and miserable. And finally, she brought out the big gun - Tylenol with Codeine. A bunch of it. And I shut-up, for now.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Gena I posted this as proof that your child actually ate something at my house (after I bribed her with Junior Mints, but still.)
To each his own....
Monday, January 5, 2009
My 16-month-old seems to have forgotten how to sleep. He is regressed back to infanthood, and he seems just fine with it. I. Am. Not. However it dawned on me this morning, as I lie face down in my pillow begging God to give me just 5 more minutes of peace that this is part of serving. I wanted to serve the downtrodden, on a Saturday afternoon, in May. He asks me to serve my family, at 3 AM, on the first Monday morning of the year. I wasn't prepared for that.
God likes to surprise me. I wish He would choose to do it at 8 Am instead of at 3 and 4 and 5 and 6. I guess it took Him that long to get my attention. Well, He finally has it.