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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Jay Leno To Feature Ana...

Do you know about the four daddies that died in the war?

What four daddies?

The ones of our land. We learned about it at school

Hmmm... Is this a book?

No, it's real.

Some books are real. I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. Can you tell me their names? Maybe that will help me to know what you mean.

Ummmm.... I think one was Jesus. I forgot the rest.



Hmmm... And they died in a war?

Yes. In our land. For our freedom. But they got dead.

They died for our freedom? Oh! Oh! Our fore-FATHERS!

Yes. The four daddies.

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Who's On First?

Talking with Ana about our friends in England:

Is Linda a Mommy?

Yes, she is. And a grandma. In England they say "Mummy" instead of Mommy.

She's a mummy?!?

Yes, because she has kids.

Do they get candy for Halloween?

No, they're all grown up. In England they don't celebrate Halloween like we do.

But they why do they dress up?

Some people do, but not everyone.

But why does Linda dress up?

I'm pretty sure she doesn't. I don't think Linda would want to dress up for Halloween.

But you said she does!

No. I didn't.

Yes! You said she's a mummy.

Oh..... Let's start over.

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Thursday, September 20, 2012

My Son The Gentleman

Reed is so thoughtful. While we were at the eye doctor's yesterday, I gave him my keys to hold. Wouldn't you know it, when we left the building, he had opened both of the side doors and the back trunk door for us? What he was unclear on was just at what point during our appointment he thought to open things up for us, but what a guy nonetheless...

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Signs of Overpopulation

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I Will Not Be The Winner...

of the Mom of the Year award, that is. Several posts ago I was "thanking" the kids in Ana's kindergarten class for teaching her a few choice words and phrases that I'd prefer she not know. This time, I'd like to thank myself.

Since he was born, Reed has had an invisible target on his head. Poor boy gets banged into doorways, walls, doors... You feel absolutely horrible when you do it, and then 2 days later, there you are banging him again. Now that he crawls, he does it to himself. Closes his head in the door. Crawls into sharp corners...

While we were in Florida, the house we were staying at had gorgeous tile floors. Great for crawling fast. Not so great for the 'ol noggin. Reed had already banged his heed at least 3 times that morning when he decided to pull himself up, let go, and stand for 10 seconds. And then fall down. On his head. On the hard tile.

Startled and scared all rolled into one, I said "Jesus Christ" and ran over.

Given that I don't normally say that, I can see how it might have appealed to Ana. She also adores all things related to "Baby Jesus," so there was that draw as well.

Later, packing up our bags to leave, Ana dropped her little-ridiculous-number-of-tiny-pieces toy onto the floor, scattering parts everywhere.

Jesus Rice!

Hmmm.... where to start?

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Monday, September 17, 2012

We Survived!

We're back and all members of our family are alive! The trip was a success and we made lots of fun memories. Fun memories:

walks on the beach
babies feeling the sand on their feet for the first time
swimming in the pool with all of the kiddos
spending time with our new cousin, Owen
"fancy" family dinner out for my mom's 60th birthday

And then there were the funny memories:

running the double stroller through security means taking the double trouble out of the stroller. Now that said trouble can crawl, they did so... in opposite directions. Ana and I had 3 airport workers cracking up as we took turns chasing after people as Scott escorted our belongings through security.

plane bathrooms are not made for changing babies. It can be done, but not well. Even Sofia was impressed. After wrapping things up in there, I opened the door to go back into the cabin. Both the flight attendant who mans the back of the plane and Sofia broke into spontaneous applause. And yes, I took a bow.

Sofia is getting very good at her animal noises - she can roar like a lion, growl like a bear, and bark like a dog. Oh yes, and she can vroom like a car too. However, she had no clue what to do with the seagulls and sand pipers that we saw - "Raaaah, Graaaah, Ruuf, Ruuf,Vbooom, Vbooom" Guess she was covering her bases.

We would definitely do it again - it was so wonderful to spend time with family and our little family. Just give me at least a year to get all of our luggage unpacked.

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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Pray For Us

Today, we are boldly going where no man has gone before. Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it is fair to say that we are going where we have never gone before - on a two and a half hour flight with three children. One 6 year old, who will be plied with gummies, DVDs, and coloring books. She's not the worry. It's the 2 11 month olds who will be "sitting" in our laps the whole time. We are nuts.

Should we make it to Florida alive, we will be with grandparents who will play with said children, allowing us to nap, take walks, and talk for more than 1.5 minutes uninterrupted. We will play in the ocean, introduce the babies to sand, and make memories. Hopefully good ones ;-)

We'll be back late Sunday, so I will be back on Monday with a status update - and maybe a tan.

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Monday, September 10, 2012


It's only been two weeks so far that Ana has been in Kindergarten, but she's already learned a lot. Of late, we have discussed the concept of nocturnal, as in

Mom, I want to be a vampire for Halloween instead of a witch.
Because, they're nocturnal. I could stay up at night and eat ice cream while everyone is sleeping.

We have also covered Arkansas

Mom? Where's Arkansas?
Right by Texas, Baby. I can show you on a map. It's another state like Texas is a state.
I know, but do they have restaurants there?
Oh, good then. Can we go on vacation there sometime?
Why is Daddy laughing?

We're thrilled to see her getting interested in new ideas, less thrilled to see the way her vocabulary has expanded:

Building Leggos... drops a piece...
Oh, crap!
Baby, crap is not a good thing to say.
Why? What is crap?

And my personal favorite
Ana, it's time to get dressed for ballet.
Okay, Peckerhead!

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Friday, September 7, 2012

The "Yes I Am A Guy" Series of Photos, Part I

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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Happy Birthday!

Happy 6th Birthday to one of my greatest loves!!

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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

A Ding-Dong

My oldest lady has a very vivid imagination. She can make up fantastic stories, complete with many a detail. Vocabulary, when she gets excited, is not her strong suit, though. Case in point...

We were drawing two princesses in a pretend land:

Mommy! Let's draw her ding-dong!

Her ding-dong?

Yes! Her ding-dong! All of the princesses have them!


Both of our princesses can have ding-dongs. I'll be fair.


Here. I'll draw it. (draws)

Ohhhhh! You mean dangly earrings!

Yeah. Ding-dongs.

Dangly. Dangly earrings.

Yeah. Okay. Whatever.

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Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Driver's Ed

There is a serious design flaw with our minivan. For some reason, you are able to put the car in drive even if one of the side doors or the back door is open. Why would someone do this, you might ask? Well, they might if their name is Alison Bogle.

On 3 separate occasions, I have backed out of the garage, into the driveway, with one or more of the side doors open. Our garage is about 1 inch wider than our van (slight exaggeration, obviously), so each time I have hit the open door, causing it to jerk and to slide back into the closed position.

Tired of feeling like a moron, I put a new system into place. Before backing out, I would look over my shoulder and check to see that all of the doors were closed. Novel idea, no?

I neglected to consider that I am rarely alone.

The fourth time the van was hit, I looked over my shoulder - doors open. I turned forward and pressed the door close button at the same time that Ana, being helpful, hit the door closed button. The door did close. And then it opened. Just as I was backing out of the garage.


A tiny voice comes from the back...

Mommy? Maybe you should just start parking on the street.

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