tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65253755422815141212023-11-16T01:57:45.177-05:00Coplin CopyThe crazy days of the Coplin ClanDijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.comBlogger143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-33565715406722731662010-06-28T11:42:00.001-05:002010-06-28T12:05:18.737-05:00Another exciting trip to the ER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It seems these days that my only blog posts where I actually write are injuries, sicknesses or deaths. But many people wanted the gory photos of H2's injuries. So I'll give you my story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I needed a mile and a half to meet my 20 mile quota for the week exercising, so Saturday, after a long day at work and a good meal cooked by my husband, I took off with my camera on a 3.5 mile photo/exercise walk. I didn't get a mile down the path before I got a call from a hysterical E who kept saying there was so much blood, he didn't want to leave H2 and he kept saying he didn't know what to do. I immediately turned around and started heading back to the house. I think on the insistence of H2 they came and got me and off to the Baylor ER we went. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It seems that while I was on my walk, the boys went down the street to a friends to play golf. H2 was to close to E when he swung the club & BAM.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After clean up - a CT scan, several nurses coming in and telling H2 that "chicks dig scars". We learned he lost no teeth, the cut was all the way through his cheek, he had a septal hematoma in his nose - which is just a giant blood bruise in the nose, but a hematoma in the nose apparently will rob the cartilage of its blood supply so that would have to be drained. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The doctor told us we needed to be transfered to Children's to handle this (I'm really not sure that was a good decision. I was not happy with Children's AT ALL. Word to those in Big D - go to Medical City Children's - MUCH BETTER) and in the end we had stitches inside and outside of his cheek. His nose was drained and a splint was sewn into his nose. He didn't even flinch when they put in an IV. He threw up Gatorade & blood in the car (yea us!) We went to Baylor at 8 p.m. Saturday night, but didn't arrive home until 7 a.m. Sunday morning. He slept until 4 on Sunday afternoon. He is having a lot of difficulty with his nose, even more problems eating & drinking, but is enjoying the comfort of his mother's bed (Daddy has been banned to H2's bed). H2 always sleeps with me when his breathing is an issue. He also sleeps better & I sleep better because everything is right there that I need and most times I don't have to get out of bed to deal with it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The best quotes of the evening - both from Hunter. Both which he said several times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"I think I have a hole in my face."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"I'll never play golf again."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He's a trooper - he says he's getting a little better every time he wakes up. I've seen him look better. This was him this morning. I can't get him to keep the ice on it to get the swelling down. He says it hurts too much. Today it is all about H2, his brother's gone for the day & I'll be on him to get everything right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C-dMlzgmKq0gsvB0s-u7jWXFixxU-k18osGsKrzoJIftImSnX6CtwsqaE-NdO9uxzfKVgzp3ZnpgClrPGfhGSFAOo1tkUIclTdDwul7r64451gcH1RykGo0pPqKH6DnwkdFcUv5berg/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C-dMlzgmKq0gsvB0s-u7jWXFixxU-k18osGsKrzoJIftImSnX6CtwsqaE-NdO9uxzfKVgzp3ZnpgClrPGfhGSFAOo1tkUIclTdDwul7r64451gcH1RykGo0pPqKH6DnwkdFcUv5berg/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" /></a></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-63185671399681230032010-01-19T13:59:00.000-06:002010-01-19T13:59:21.150-06:00Letting go of the aggravations.I don't post here very much - this is more about my kids than me and I apparently am not a very good Mommy Blogger.<br />
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But let me say this: People piss me off sometimes. I am having problems with H2 and his asthma, so I go on a mommy advice site I belong to, and I get 3 people trying to sell me cleaners, 2 trying to sell me vitamins and 1 who tells me I need to keep my kid away from smoky parties & not allow him to go outside. <br />
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Seriously?!?!?! Do people really think that I often take my asthmatic 6 year old to smoky clubs and then can't figure out why he's having trouble breathing. That, I also shove his face in every pollen filled flower I see in the spring and during the summer, I shove his nose in the freshly mowed lawn. Oh or maybe that when I'm doing my hair and spraying hairspray I call him so he can get some in his face? Also, that one mother who suggested I teach my kid about his meds and how to use his equipment for when I leave him alone...I hope you don't leave your 6 year old alone. Are you sure you are qualified to even be on this site? <br />
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Let me say this:<br />
1. I use organic, non-toxic and biodegradable cleaner.<br />
2. On advice of my doctor I do not use a humidifier as my Pediatrician, Pulmanologist & ENT told me they are a breeding ground for bacteria - no matter how much chemicals you stick in them. <b>I don't use chemicals, they are not good for his lungs.</b><br />
3. No, I'm not going to shove crap from the health food store that is untried or that some Earth-Momma says is the cure to end all cures. <br />
4. I am not taking my 6 year old to a chiropractor - CHIROPRACTORS ARE NOT ASTHMA DOCTORS. If you use a Chiropractor good for you - my board certified doctors on this case DO NOT RECOMMEND IT. I would go to an Acupuncturist way before I'd hit a Chiropractor<br />
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I asked for advice because I have hit a wall, not because I am a mother who doesn't know what is good or bad for her child. If you have a suggestion - I'd love to hear it, but if you want to hock your products to me, keep your mouth shut. I also don't want to hear your political ideas, your thoughts on religion and who has the right to and not to marry.<br />
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Thanks for listening - I feel tons better now.Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-33291893948547811852009-11-13T18:55:00.003-06:002009-11-13T19:01:20.824-06:00My daddy has a funky stench.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My kids and I made this up for The Husband...aka...Daddy. Sing it to the tune of the Foo Fighters Monkey Wrench.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What have we done with pleasant scents</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It disappeared with time, it never made much sense</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Adolescent fumigant</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Wasting another night on smelling up my room</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One in ten, One in ten, One in ten</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One more bathroom accident</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’d rather leave than suffer this</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’ll never smell your funky stench</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All this time to take a bath</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What do you do when all your clothing is a mess</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Now and then I’ll try to bend</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Under pressure wind up snapping in the end</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One in ten, One in Ten, One in Ten</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One more bathroom accident</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’d rather leave than suffer this</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’ll never smell your funky stench</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One more thing before I quit</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I only wanted a little less grit</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In my nose I still remember every single smell</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You dealt and all the dirt and the smell that came with it</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Still there’s one thing that comforts me since now</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have my sense of smell I’m free</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One more bathroom accident</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’d rather leave than suffer this</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I’ll never smell your funky stench</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench (a funky stench)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench (a funky stench)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench (a funky stench)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My daddy has a funky stench</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-86509822743521557822009-10-05T23:17:00.003-05:002009-10-05T23:27:58.093-05:00My 3 tips to getting dinner ready in a flash<a href="http://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/samsung-blogging-sweepstakes"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Samsung</span> is doing a wonderful thing - offering a refrigerator for your 3 tips to getting dinner ready in a flash.</a> If you have kids you know that they can go from "No, I'm not hungry" to "I need dinner NOW!" in a flash. Well, at least in my household. I am the mother of two boys with hollow legs. So here is what I can offer anyone needing an idea.<div><br /></div><div>1) Have a plan. I find that I'm always better equipped to get dinner ready if I'm not fumbling around having to come up with an idea for dinner. We get together each week as a family and everyone gets to choose one meal for the week. They can't say no to something they picked to eat right? It also helps me to make an accurate list and have everything I need for a week of meals.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) Double team them. Make dinner as a family. I can't be the only lucky one who's husband helps in the kitchen. He grills, I make the sides. He chops I saute. Even get the kids involved and get them to do some of the prep or setting dishes it can't hurt.</div><div><br /></div><div>3) ALWAYS HAVE A BACK-UP PLAN. I have two very active boys and sometimes accidents happens. Football practice runs late, the washing machine overflows, the cat gets caught in the soccer net or you have a flat tire on the way home. (Knock on wood.) I always have one or two emergency meals available. Whether it be hot dogs or frozen pizza, it always helps to have something handy to deal with life's curve balls.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>Good luck! Hope you get your husband to chop the onions next time. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-11358972039965095922009-09-18T08:40:00.008-05:002009-09-18T09:06:30.412-05:00Where is the heart of my home?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://www.samsung.com/us/consumer/group/group.do?group=homeappliances">Samsung Appliances</a> has asked <a href="http://www.twittermoms.com/forum/topics/samsung-where-is-the-heart-of">Twittermoms</a>, to answer a simple question. Where is the heart of your home?<div><br /></div><div><div>Well, simple it is not. The heart of my home starts at the front door and ends at the back. Each part my home signifies the four chambers of the heart. The four of us live in a small home. Less than 15oo square feet.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first chamber - the formal areas. How can I not say that the living room where my husband surprised me for my 40th birthday isn't a part of that heart. The dining room where all our family meals take place isn't part of that heart. We laugh, we argue, we do our homework. We live.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The second chamber - kitchen and den. We truly LIVE her. The island where the kids stare at the cooling cookies or help me knead the dough for the homemade bread they so wanted and then refused to eat. The den where the family watches movies - and is the only place big enough to sort the laundry on laundry day.</div><div><br /></div><div>The third chamber would be the kids room. They play and have fun and have all their stuff inside. Where goodnight kisses are applied liberally. Where hugs are in abundance and where clutter is just routine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The fourth and last chamber is the master suite. I say suite, but its really just our bedroom. Love abounds in this room. Between husband and wife, parents & children. Its the place I snuggle up with the kids when daddy works late. Its the place where daddy snuggles with the kids when Mom is cooking/cleaning or just needs "a moment" to get caught up. Its where the sick little one sleeps with Mommy when the asthma kicks in so I can keep my eye on him.</div><div><br /></div><div>My house is where I live with my most precious possessions: My husband and my two boys. My house is where my heart resides - every corner of it.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQFqvhLEwlMTE7tJuIlziPvd3YNPPDANbXtBHbgiQ3Q21-FbGkWqVa_kO6-yH9I4CjR6U5147sziXuSbecxeaji0po6w1V4EzO9PrOYlJavHmxob4HvaTLyC8E5P1XZlhe6IO8ElqqNc/s400/Samsung_73x73.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382808150931181538" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-48482638459854296642009-09-03T17:38:00.002-05:002009-09-03T17:42:03.232-05:00Notice anything missing?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53f3ntJiGpR7UICPUDmzg4cSldkHNHFNItGKkcaU-kjSSuvGSTex3dkYduAu33eXxlG2r6VnKHBjnLYeitVllXzQ-8kiaTpSTQcAzQFlj1Mx2AvLjLUK2ECXf2KbTk64XE9r1wEH-DuY/s1600-h/IMG_1284.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53f3ntJiGpR7UICPUDmzg4cSldkHNHFNItGKkcaU-kjSSuvGSTex3dkYduAu33eXxlG2r6VnKHBjnLYeitVllXzQ-8kiaTpSTQcAzQFlj1Mx2AvLjLUK2ECXf2KbTk64XE9r1wEH-DuY/s400/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377374644205971314" /></a>So last night H2 got up after we put him in bed with one of his front teeth hanging by a thread. Today he came home from school and lost the other one. Obviously he will be going hungry for the next few days till he learns how to eat without them.<div><br /></div><div>He's going to be rich!<br /><br /></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-61812502500250552702009-08-14T16:51:00.002-05:002009-08-14T16:54:42.260-05:00Rearranged the Boys' Room....Again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrOLBymm7iJgSkIQcP1TGY1ah_eCRUBshRz35KQ5yGFfRIQrmCvsuuLgXaPmLkakPyndCMGRFYT4AYn3wK4GXnwaGeL1pE7oDEqpcs0f12JceLD2rSPwy0gbnnARafV-j3eTUMi0u3e8/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrOLBymm7iJgSkIQcP1TGY1ah_eCRUBshRz35KQ5yGFfRIQrmCvsuuLgXaPmLkakPyndCMGRFYT4AYn3wK4GXnwaGeL1pE7oDEqpcs0f12JceLD2rSPwy0gbnnARafV-j3eTUMi0u3e8/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369940634025670210" /></a>E & H2 have been complaining that there is not enough room to play in their room. After quiet deliberation, a light bulb went off. I worked and worked and got the headboards off the beds and put them together on one wall. Now they can put their heads together or switch the covers and sleep away from each other (I suspect that will happen, on my suggestion, when it gets to loud.) <div><br /></div><div>They seem to like it, and The Husband - he just thinks its weird.</div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-28436436996888493042009-06-11T16:08:00.000-05:002009-06-11T16:09:07.570-05:00Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-W7tnRSK-l5OnebOro4cS8p4OGqvCh_4cpNnCaurG1PHlitIy8hWT2hHyW_mLS4JsWz3hgwKHFyGKgMpNi7YEPs7QJ98mbGkIB6kl9KoRYMtnISbKDM-63BnicsxbeJIGqAhyORm-MR0/s1600-h/Kissing+Big+Grandma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-W7tnRSK-l5OnebOro4cS8p4OGqvCh_4cpNnCaurG1PHlitIy8hWT2hHyW_mLS4JsWz3hgwKHFyGKgMpNi7YEPs7QJ98mbGkIB6kl9KoRYMtnISbKDM-63BnicsxbeJIGqAhyORm-MR0/s400/Kissing+Big+Grandma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179980870406658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuLcYtQ_D2b5seBw8AdbPEw-5nKDxMZUcosz98KHmimYqB5_iTPGQXv-kc3fQoy-iAJz8ZcF8_RgjeKzRv5g72sX0RnYNgpKlVTkIug9AIujFjpLIWk4CC08TU0xvzo5eMyd_Bix0bbY/s1600-h/With+Big+Grandma+June+09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuLcYtQ_D2b5seBw8AdbPEw-5nKDxMZUcosz98KHmimYqB5_iTPGQXv-kc3fQoy-iAJz8ZcF8_RgjeKzRv5g72sX0RnYNgpKlVTkIug9AIujFjpLIWk4CC08TU0xvzo5eMyd_Bix0bbY/s400/With+Big+Grandma+June+09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179980461572098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06WAg3b8SILcWS0N2rT0B8OWkP6XpilP0FC-lA2p8isM4PoQ1Fil6COqFPoexbXbSICA6Re55ztgl4E78mrJAqaTiQl2n_dqzsjnxS20c79LITpj5Fn3WyTifjGmg6Skti15QvSkl95Y/s1600-h/With+Aunt+Susan+June+09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06WAg3b8SILcWS0N2rT0B8OWkP6XpilP0FC-lA2p8isM4PoQ1Fil6COqFPoexbXbSICA6Re55ztgl4E78mrJAqaTiQl2n_dqzsjnxS20c79LITpj5Fn3WyTifjGmg6Skti15QvSkl95Y/s400/With+Aunt+Susan+June+09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346179979763008210" /></a>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-59554349801363979082009-06-04T21:00:00.003-05:002009-06-04T21:04:59.181-05:00H's Turn<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hR8TagTRFNrDqlFfrPuxEbzaLWxzbGODooOU1Iro_sWlTKEs_nYBRg6il7tRshGl57MleDbgFip7Yk2UAnd1YBCZSu4raLQ1ZkikwzJyJ18YwQXtmTYB9BHnQFL0P1o6yWzY0A8ewNo/s400/DSC_0159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343657783904502354" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So after a nice walk with E yesterday. H2 & I went for our walk tonight. We went after dinner so we were better fueled and H2 had tons more energy than Ethan did last night. We went 4.5 miles he was a trooper. We had a lot of fun. The most fun was the beaver we saw swimming across the lake. See:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvV-M6hF0htj8G700QK4TE7xndS8RCULtOLO5740pAnPBF0ByjXH5beO4I4dBpJAb6VgnISDKqkpF-1u0_9JIEVjVQHahUpfbMcmdgYt3JYMAGnuVm31z5uNn4vebAMOVn2dlRFEqi-2k/s400/DSC_0162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343657788443225266" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I know that they can make it so expect a lot more trips boys.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-25180333399093849152009-06-04T09:43:00.002-05:002009-06-04T09:54:37.369-05:00Its OfficialAlthough yesterday is the last day of school, TODAY is the first day of Summer Vacation. I'm not sure what we are going to do. The kids are already clamoring to go see their Grandma & Papa, but they have other visitors so we have to wait a few days. The kids bottom lip is poking out, but I think I can manage to distract them. We have the arboretum, the lake, skates & bikes. <div><br /></div><div>Cleaning!! We all know how much kids like to clean. I'm jumping for joy just thinking about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>My main problem is I can't find my bathing suit. I think I left it at my grandmother's house, but I can't get anyone to call me back and confirm. UGH! I don't want to go buy one if mine is where I am going.</div><div><br /></div><div>The kids did there best to stay up late as they could last night. H2 made it to 11:45 while E had to be forced to go to bed at 12:30. E is still sleeping. I'm making breakfast. YIPPEE!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-7469910560732633072009-06-03T20:50:00.005-05:002009-06-03T20:55:54.834-05:00E didn't quit on me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEwWWON7EvT4sA9Us3bDYHu9eiCnWM94dVxcQAQquCoggAZ6PO1z_IWwvJqFVwwmpLpsPLqqKfcIV0ydaiu_aJRKvYJsn1yZIhW4ppQ7u1jx4g6yI1xYWC2q-qam1Uss7YUUhT5xCch4/s1600-h/DSC_0123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEwWWON7EvT4sA9Us3bDYHu9eiCnWM94dVxcQAQquCoggAZ6PO1z_IWwvJqFVwwmpLpsPLqqKfcIV0ydaiu_aJRKvYJsn1yZIhW4ppQ7u1jx4g6yI1xYWC2q-qam1Uss7YUUhT5xCch4/s400/DSC_0123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343284046867836066" /><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span>E complains a lot that he doesn't get enough "Mom" alone time. So this afternoon we set out to take on the lake. Just us. We left at 6 - ended up walking 5 miles crossed 3 bridges and saw baby ducks, a heron, a snake and an ambulance helping a hurt biker. To E's dismay, we didn't make it in time before the ambulance drove off to see any carnage, but he knew it happened and it made him feel better. I of course did not point out the giant puddle of blood when we walked by and he was kind enough to not notice. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">He was tired and when he got home ate an omelet, 3 pieces of bacon and about 12 pancakes. Since today was his last day of school he gets to stay up as late as daddy. Hmm, that should be fun. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-14866967478393701952009-03-27T19:06:00.003-06:002009-06-04T21:05:30.457-05:00Look what H did.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwTdNkmrS0zHQnIOhSlmIW3z6z7hlfTsBXiJPI0BO9t-4FwOkePkDit2XODDHHeYid6qvX9O7qc5E7YbJ9WdA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-21383414618402601762008-10-19T19:42:00.005-05:002009-06-04T21:05:47.513-05:00Totally off subject...<div style="text-align: left;">We had a interesting weekend and had a surprise party for MOM, I'll let her tell the story, but I got some wonderful pictures of Big Grandma & Hunter so I thought I would share. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Does she look wonderful or what?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnO0RqeRHMhy3GZDBro2oDX__C9LC-oF78dib1LJPDR314jwoAboxQJLyZxfBeLmXezmBfnTMaHvC70mMklVDz_oTY-7IWH3kmy_KhpIyNwA0j6kB3dvfZGe4An8DVkVbaPITeTW04P4/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnO0RqeRHMhy3GZDBro2oDX__C9LC-oF78dib1LJPDR314jwoAboxQJLyZxfBeLmXezmBfnTMaHvC70mMklVDz_oTY-7IWH3kmy_KhpIyNwA0j6kB3dvfZGe4An8DVkVbaPITeTW04P4/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031738867536082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is this the most angelic face you've ever seen?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfaCu9ZpPYAWHQPIsllCna3rr-8QIe-45tv5oWEIKSdv0LwFzaCruadjF4eqmLwEn_MmgSwqbKODsuMIja5_dhB0JEk6UY0PpxSPPhjy1CgdgEL0V-V6Y8wNAfhEmNtM4TWU67HAgkLk/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfaCu9ZpPYAWHQPIsllCna3rr-8QIe-45tv5oWEIKSdv0LwFzaCruadjF4eqmLwEn_MmgSwqbKODsuMIja5_dhB0JEk6UY0PpxSPPhjy1CgdgEL0V-V6Y8wNAfhEmNtM4TWU67HAgkLk/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259031480928309010" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-16111723241737848142008-09-20T17:36:00.002-05:002009-06-04T21:06:29.058-05:00E's first Soccer Game<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_qwuU_cJQ4jOuj4GgU-wIVBmPPMvyLvPN9cmgM3l4OnS5hXWZOchYo8XZxlKBvAh0ANzmKXm2Gd7XvnP5xxAv4fFbUMi8xJSy2p5t0T5TVE5GdkuQiYlAYyjdbgepHd6mZVikHCKBPA/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_qwuU_cJQ4jOuj4GgU-wIVBmPPMvyLvPN9cmgM3l4OnS5hXWZOchYo8XZxlKBvAh0ANzmKXm2Gd7XvnP5xxAv4fFbUMi8xJSy2p5t0T5TVE5GdkuQiYlAYyjdbgepHd6mZVikHCKBPA/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248236838908182018" /></a>Today was E's first soccer game for this season as last week's game was rained out. E had a great game and I got to test my new camera. Bears 2, Mustangs 1Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-68436221758962472442008-09-02T19:50:00.004-05:002008-09-02T20:11:01.962-05:00First Day of School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEmmVg44bp5WjY9WXnO1yKh-uVXarEPyBEER8xZfx9adDtJQtIVDkqclvaqTUMREDAtOPVczC19su8aeGHTmNAPLc5WWGrgTM3kXWhavt2eNuTEKeSo8jVVOahHxF6Nht9Mf21goQLEc/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEmmVg44bp5WjY9WXnO1yKh-uVXarEPyBEER8xZfx9adDtJQtIVDkqclvaqTUMREDAtOPVczC19su8aeGHTmNAPLc5WWGrgTM3kXWhavt2eNuTEKeSo8jVVOahHxF6Nht9Mf21goQLEc/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241591358765415426" /></a>I may be falling down on the job of showing what my children have been doing. The boys had their first day of school last Monday. Hunter started Kindergarden and today started full days today. Hunter even got A Student for his classroom the first week due to his outstanding character, but I'll have him tell you about that on his own blog.Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-33532071495383720422008-07-24T17:50:00.002-05:002009-06-04T21:06:51.160-05:00I miss my boys.My kids are spending some time with Grandma & Grandpa. I think its wonderful and I'm getting stuff done, and I'm going to go workout and not have to worry about who is going to watch the kids.<div><br /></div><div>BUT </div><div><br /></div><div>I miss them! </div><div><br /></div><div>Boys I hope you are having a great time, I miss you & I love you!</div><div>--Mom<br /></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-30425482092951274142008-07-16T14:45:00.003-05:002009-06-04T21:07:27.861-05:00E will be in a Rock Band, I'm pretty sure.We are driving in the car and Stevie Ray Vaughn comes on the radio.<div><br /></div><div>E: "Mom, this is Pride & Joy"</div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, how many 7 year olds know who Stevie Ray Vaughn is?</div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-2182310156267885072008-06-25T14:38:00.003-05:002008-06-25T14:41:46.576-05:00Another Week with Big Grandma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyv8D6HaXg-ak7DWuyetI5u9TociwqAuXhoDE8X1Y11dVve8cVJy8ID_QuZOfVfjTGfxInGaA3Tat_U1ldAnF-r0dMzfYE6NeVkJbYVA_4VP9Qy-b8eaKimCQx4PtV3VOtc8C20KufQao/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyv8D6HaXg-ak7DWuyetI5u9TociwqAuXhoDE8X1Y11dVve8cVJy8ID_QuZOfVfjTGfxInGaA3Tat_U1ldAnF-r0dMzfYE6NeVkJbYVA_4VP9Qy-b8eaKimCQx4PtV3VOtc8C20KufQao/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215906290313286434" /></a>We just spent a week in San Antonio. We enjoyed Grandma & Papa, Big Grandma and we even got to see Uncle Durk. It was great. Here's the latest photo of the boys with Big Grandma.Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-48616653348469749572008-06-25T12:28:00.000-05:002008-06-25T12:29:00.610-05:00Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-6109798644847136592008-06-25T12:27:00.002-05:002008-06-25T12:28:49.560-05:00Hey Grandma, the kids got a haircut.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOLEPgF1smlQHPuhxbkFDxa7tT9xGNwU8WgCMYNDIrvn45DiYWV3xOcHjGosuRYBj2WqJfpwhg0II2g4yo2wVq18E44kH3OL74zLJq-Y2LIb96IXqlRaO5Dc3gCyTiS4PmDMGTYBVcMs/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOLEPgF1smlQHPuhxbkFDxa7tT9xGNwU8WgCMYNDIrvn45DiYWV3xOcHjGosuRYBj2WqJfpwhg0II2g4yo2wVq18E44kH3OL74zLJq-Y2LIb96IXqlRaO5Dc3gCyTiS4PmDMGTYBVcMs/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215872286566686578" /></a>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-34484735891430179722008-05-09T17:48:00.001-05:002008-05-09T17:50:48.121-05:00E is so Smart. S-M-R-T!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFlD6MI4KKq8LIRIFqlJHUfIa2uru6meDBFl7noM2etHrxXUSmMJcMeY6SvExkaijNjMOfsQSlbrab3nL8-NwrzJ6DXjq_ssL-VJ5Fv10WEnPUjmBk5ds33FCfoEQNu9VoUlbHjU5Cas/s1600-h/Ethan+Math+Award.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFlD6MI4KKq8LIRIFqlJHUfIa2uru6meDBFl7noM2etHrxXUSmMJcMeY6SvExkaijNjMOfsQSlbrab3nL8-NwrzJ6DXjq_ssL-VJ5Fv10WEnPUjmBk5ds33FCfoEQNu9VoUlbHjU5Cas/s400/Ethan+Math+Award.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198513943349334834" /></a><br />In the Math Olympiad at Mr. E's School he came in 1st place in his classroom and 2nd place in his grade. GO E! You Rock! Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-73358342993788910932008-04-12T21:49:00.003-05:002008-04-13T20:21:56.975-05:00Another trip to the ERThere is a picture of this, however I will spare the few readers of this blog any photos. My baby kitty - Cagey, well he got caught in the soccer net today. He was in there for several hours and the net cut off the circulation to his back legs. While the kids and I were at Ethan's school carnival Mason found him. He called the emergency vet and followed the instructions. However when Cagey started to try to walk, he was dragging one foot pretty badly so off we went to the Kitty ER. <div><br /></div><div>No nerve damage, thank goodness, we got a couple of shots to make the swelling go down and we got some antibiotics due to him chewing on his foot and leg. Pray for kitty!</div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-82045877021126837442008-04-12T12:28:00.004-05:002009-06-04T21:08:14.135-05:00How cute is this?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWe5_0dkqFAmnYqVLdpoUnPcBbOGLabYSTNBKe3iCqI5wk68pZY3LEuJq37woYc4wQo30AyvRoKw4V-nJW-MA-jXK7W5virWk21y1jYymkp1PlWsCal1eZ6NcMnbXm1Gtv4ic75Yz_O8w/s1600-h/art+project.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188412281687887922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWe5_0dkqFAmnYqVLdpoUnPcBbOGLabYSTNBKe3iCqI5wk68pZY3LEuJq37woYc4wQo30AyvRoKw4V-nJW-MA-jXK7W5virWk21y1jYymkp1PlWsCal1eZ6NcMnbXm1Gtv4ic75Yz_O8w/s320/art+project.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is the art project that H2's class did for the Spring Carnival's Silent Auction. Each one of the kids did a self portrait and one of the Mom's put this together. Is this not just adorable. H2's self portrait is the 3rd one on the top row.Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-22817400045010595682008-04-09T20:46:00.004-05:002008-04-09T20:49:29.129-05:00I wasn't really sure how to respond to this.I'm going to New Zealand next week and I was talking to Hunter in the car about it. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ME: </span>Hunter, are you going to miss me when I'm gone?</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">HUNTER:</span> Mom, I'm going to miss you so much I'm going to pee in my pants.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6525375542281514121.post-22225755252443830132008-04-04T08:10:00.002-06:002008-04-04T08:12:42.328-06:00Updates - Hunter<div>This picture doesn't look that bad does it. Well it was 2 hours in the ER. Why you ask? Hunter broke our neighbors sliding glass door with his head. Yes, his head.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLA0yR5VvOdefPhYXdOtD3t5mazCVhhh3zmLygA7VbN6UsFNbAjRDZBIHWcPNJqAWsIwarYkzYEWshPFNENdJY7u-rwieuRwub5pugsGMFEjZMsTCxymDwWxgRhoEJj3NmSS_SouB4_A/s1600-h/Hunter's+head.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicLA0yR5VvOdefPhYXdOtD3t5mazCVhhh3zmLygA7VbN6UsFNbAjRDZBIHWcPNJqAWsIwarYkzYEWshPFNENdJY7u-rwieuRwub5pugsGMFEjZMsTCxymDwWxgRhoEJj3NmSS_SouB4_A/s320/Hunter's+head.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185392352244319570" /></a><br /><div>The doctor said he was extremely lucky. No stitches were required either. Mason is having me replace the sliding glass door in our house so this can't be repeated.<br /><br /></div>Dijeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14725203752904450834noreply@blogger.com2