Saturday, January 2, 2010
Roan's shiner

Monday, August 3, 2009
Can anyone relate???
Things I never imagined I would find myself saying as a mother of a 1, 4, & almost 6 yr old...
- both of you stop licking each other. One of you is going to have to stop.
- please take my underwear off of your head.
- DO NOT jump/stand on the baby.
- Hunny that is called a turning lane and you can't drive in it
- please let mommy drive and stop telling me how to.
- I promise I'm going the right way
- No I will not get you your own (insert color here) t.v./ computer.
- Get off the table and put your pants back on
- both of you stop licking each other. One of you is going to have to stop.
- please take my underwear off of your head.
- DO NOT jump/stand on the baby.
- Hunny that is called a turning lane and you can't drive in it
- please let mommy drive and stop telling me how to.
- I promise I'm going the right way
- No I will not get you your own (insert color here) t.v./ computer.
- Get off the table and put your pants back on
Friday, July 31, 2009
Okay, so I'm not what you would call technologically inclined. but I do have better reasons for my serious lack in blogging. My computer has been out of commission for a few months and well, I have discovered what a life I can have when I'm not on it every break I get. So, I haven't been in too much of a hurry to reinstall the software and get it up and running. I will, however, soon be doing a recap on all of the exciting events of the summer for our family. Which basically amounts to either vacations, or keeping indoors to avoid heat exhaustion. Okay and some swimming and water parks as well.
Until then, here's a cute story about my so sweet little Aston. I was making dinner one night and, as happens on rare occasions, he was sent to his room for a time out. When I went in there to let him know he could come out, low and behold, he wasn't there. I found him playing happily as ever in the toy room. I explained to him that he was supposed to be in a time out, to which he kindly explained to me that I was supposed to be in the kitchen. . . . The funny part is, he really meant it. He wasn't trying to be sassy, it was just very matter of fact. I tried my hardest not to laugh, but I don't do so well at that.
Until then, here's a cute story about my so sweet little Aston. I was making dinner one night and, as happens on rare occasions, he was sent to his room for a time out. When I went in there to let him know he could come out, low and behold, he wasn't there. I found him playing happily as ever in the toy room. I explained to him that he was supposed to be in a time out, to which he kindly explained to me that I was supposed to be in the kitchen. . . . The funny part is, he really meant it. He wasn't trying to be sassy, it was just very matter of fact. I tried my hardest not to laugh, but I don't do so well at that.
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