Monday, October 27, 2008
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
I did something crafty!!We made these great cupcakes for RS this past week, way fun! Beaners carved a pumpkin... it rotted already, we bought more. Zach can stand a little, he is so proud! He LOVES baby crackers! FOOODDDD!! What awesome boys I have! (oh jeff is great too!!!)
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
So, Jen, enjoy (if you can) this last week as a mother to 3, and a pregnant woman!
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Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Ok, I do shower.... but I have to hurry.... or else this happens....
Brady was making a, 'Beautiful Spider web'. He unrolled almost an entire roll of blue painters tape, who knows where he found it. Then he found 'Mommy bandaids', - in storage -in our unused bathroom- and stuck them all over the stools. It was a beautiful mess. And such a treat to a tired mom! At least he thinks spider webs are Beautiful!
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
OK, this is FUNNY! I copied it from my girlfriend Anjie's blog....You will all like it for different reasons I am sure... READ them ALL!
Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!
JOHN MC CAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialog with all the chickens on the other side of the road.
HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.
GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.
DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?
COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.
BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of crossing?AL GORE: I invented the chicken.
JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.
AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.
DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won't realize that he must first deal with the problem on this side of the road before it goes after the problem on the other side of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he's acting by not taking on his current problems before adding new problems.
OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.
ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.
NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he's guilty! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.
PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.
MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmers Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.
DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.
JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can't you people see the plain truth? That's why they call it the other side. Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay, too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It's as plain and as simple as that.
BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.
ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.
JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.
BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never reboot.
ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
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Monday, October 6, 2008
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Sunday, October 5, 2008
Well, it was bound to happen. Beaners had his first bloody nose on Friday. He stood on his dresser and ran towards me, only my back was to him, so as I stood he ran right into the back of my head! He only cried for a second, and he thought it was cool to have 'colors' on his tissue. He also held ice for a while, which is a favorite of all hurt kids I think! (it only looks like a lot because he had ice water blurring the blood!)
I must admit that since I had Zacherizie my big boy loves movies. So now he is teaching his baby brother to love them too. The best was that as they sat they also held hands! Zach has also discovered that he is occasionally left out of fun things. He screams, kind of a throaty cry, until I take him to where Dad and Bean are playing, and now if I sit nex to him he leans and reaches for me....so sweet.... not the scream but the leaning! Yesterday the boys were outside and he could see them, so he cried until I tool him out. The second we went out the door he squealed and smiled. Needless to say I had thought something was wrong, so before going out I tried all other things to get him to stop! Poor kid wishes he could TALK, and WALK....so do I!
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