tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39892740238260173112024-03-12T23:00:42.078-05:00Surviving 4 KidsA look into the life of a stay at home mom of 4 kids ages six and under.
The laughs and the tears.suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-66419299412579796282011-04-29T23:45:00.000-05:002011-04-29T23:45:29.667-05:00STOMP!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czbrVvX4nzU/TbuQoqSedtI/AAAAAAAABGs/wHzNYT-u58Q/s1600/411zoo+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czbrVvX4nzU/TbuQoqSedtI/AAAAAAAABGs/wHzNYT-u58Q/s320/411zoo+001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This mother of four made one of the biggest mistakes to date last week. She watched STOMP, Live on Netflix with them. The show was amazing. I vow to do whatever I can to take my children to see them one day. The boys especially fell in love with their amazing skill and performance. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My entire house is a giant instrument now! It's rather ridiculous how loud it is. Notice Maya is <strong>not </strong>in this picture. When this trio gets bangin' Maya and I head for the other room. We agree they are "annoying". ;)</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I finally got around to checking on them I found <em>every single article of clothing </em>my two boys own on the bed.....how thoughtful of them not to throw it on the floor, right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I walked in the room and squealed in horror. They looked up at me proud and said "We're doing laundry Mama!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9JqXIfuhCU/Ta95l1Lxb1I/AAAAAAAABGg/O_pnML5q_rc/s1600/DSC_0330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9JqXIfuhCU/Ta95l1Lxb1I/AAAAAAAABGg/O_pnML5q_rc/s320/DSC_0330.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, those are flower print sheets on my <strong>son's</strong> bed. When you wet the bed at 3 AM, well, you get what you get and don't throw a fit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">In other household news, Zander is studying space in school. He had to create an Alien and write a report. He <em>loved </em>this assignment! He got into my recycle box and made his creature out of 4 paper towel tubes, an egg crate, and a raisin container. Then he added a little paint, a lot of duct tape, and the top of a pineapple and I present to you...</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few facts about his alien, which he presented in front of his class:</div><ul><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Volcano Beast is from Venus.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is 18 years old.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When living on Venus the Volcano Beast usually got hit by lava.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He likes to eat lava and bad guys. (Hints the bad guy wrapped in his tail.)</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He likes to dig for fun.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander hopes that one day his alien will teach him to breath fire.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In return, Zander hopes to teach his alien friend how <em>not </em>to eat people. </div></li>
</ul>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-91798858563596680692011-04-19T15:21:00.000-05:002011-04-19T15:21:41.735-05:00Floating around the backyard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ml7eSzlFc/Ta3qhyH2P3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/xGbhqULfCsA/s1600/boat2011+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ml7eSzlFc/Ta3qhyH2P3I/AAAAAAAABGQ/xGbhqULfCsA/s320/boat2011+001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We've had <em>gorgeous </em>weather lately. The backyard is like an extension of our home with weather like this! The kids found a long box in the garage and Z thought it would make a great canoe. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They took great pride painting their boat.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After all their hard work they had snacks on the sea and then went fishing, of course. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They played so well together this afternoon using their imaginations. I lOVE to watch them pretend. It just melts this mama's heart. </div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-48883435441995596582011-04-18T10:59:00.000-05:002011-04-18T10:59:16.735-05:00Giant Playpen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWaujXCGjLE/Taxa5su2XhI/AAAAAAAABGM/DrjjPCihy2E/s1600/trampoline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWaujXCGjLE/Taxa5su2XhI/AAAAAAAABGM/DrjjPCihy2E/s320/trampoline.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">G has been saving his money for a while now. He saved $130!! We helped him out and he bought this trampoline this weekend. The kids lOVE it! And G is SO PROUD to buy this for his family. </div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-84156154316536656372011-04-18T10:01:00.000-05:002011-04-18T10:01:15.761-05:00Inspired.....again.Survivng 4 Kids is BACK by popular demand! or maybe it's out of pure guilt of being a horrible blogger compared to all my dedicated blogging friends. Regardless of why I am making a commitment to blog more often. I'm not gonna make any crazy EVERYDAY promises like some of you....but I think I can do at least weekly updates.suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-55582398150963696692010-12-20T22:06:00.000-06:002010-12-20T22:06:16.593-06:00Good Samaritan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TRAZGs3V4JI/AAAAAAAABC8/Vt5nC7-xKf8/s1600/novdec2010+040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TRAZGs3V4JI/AAAAAAAABC8/Vt5nC7-xKf8/s320/novdec2010+040.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have the most amazing story to tell. I was at walmart on day and struck up a conversation with a complete stranger in the baking aisle. Eventually we parted ways. The remainder of my trip was hetic to say the least. The girls were in rare form.....pretty much evil....they would take off their shoes and socks and throw them out of the cart. They were hitting one another and bickering non-stop. I was almost in tears from their uncontrollable behavior. It was <em>not </em>a smooth shopping trip to say the least. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TRAZukLdanI/AAAAAAAABDA/sqIA4MA1vaA/s1600/novdec2010+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TRAZukLdanI/AAAAAAAABDA/sqIA4MA1vaA/s320/novdec2010+051.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I was about to leave the woman I spoke to earlier came up to me, handed me an envelope, and said "I hope you have a very merry Christmas." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I blurted out a confused "thank you" as she walked off. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I opened it. Inside was a Christmas card with TWO $50 bills!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Immediately, I burst into tears and chased after her. Once I caught up to her I hugged her neck and thanked her. I was so grateful and shocked by the whole thing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The day before we were down to only $2 in our checking account. My hard working husband was paid the day I went shopping and met the generous stranger, but still, money was more then a little tight. We wondered how we were going to buy a Christmas tree with the morgage coming up. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So here are the picures of my beautiful children decorating our beautiful tree all thanks to a beautiful stranger.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am looking forward to the day when I am at a place in my life where I can financially "pay it forward" to a complete stranger like this lady did to me and my famliy. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have YOU ever been on the recieving end or giving end of something like this?? What happened??</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-4472605272256812392010-12-20T20:58:00.000-06:002010-12-20T20:58:06.537-06:00ThanksgivingYes, I realize that it is 5 days until Christmas and I am <em>just now </em>getting to post Thanksgiving picture. The 2010 official worst blogger award goes to yours truly. *sigh* Honestly, I just don't have it in me lately. Hopefully I can get in the grove again soon....<br />
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Without further adu, the much anticipated Thanksgiving photos....well, a couple of them anyway....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TRAVHf_4KbI/AAAAAAAABCw/Ll-3LaT62Uw/s1600/novdec2010+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TRAVHf_4KbI/AAAAAAAABCw/Ll-3LaT62Uw/s320/novdec2010+016.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin, Zander and Jace enjoying what they refer to as "the feast!"</div><br />
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</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-26485489419209738192010-12-06T21:28:00.000-06:002010-12-06T21:28:34.360-06:00Sun vs. SonMy husband and I are raising our children without a "religion". We believe they are to young to understand and don't want to condition their little minds. Our goal is to let them decide for themself when they reach an age of maturity. Instead we focus on teaching them love, compassion, and discipline. With that said, Zander is the only 6 year old I know that can point out a picture of Jesus, Buddha, and Krishna....and tell you about all three. I'm not saying this to boast or condemn anyone or their personal beliefs....just giving you a little background inside <strong>our </strong>family for this very funny story.....<br />
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My conversation with Zander (age 6) as we were cleaning my room.<br />
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<strong>Zander:</strong> Mom, next Thanksgiving I'm going to be thankful for Jesus.<br />
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<strong>Me: </strong>Great. Why do you say that? <br />
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<strong>Zander: </strong>I love playing outside.<br />
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<strong>Me: </strong>Huh? I don't understand.<br />
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<strong>Zander: </strong>I love playing outside. Jesus is the god of the sun you know.suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-15782358818248631382010-11-22T13:18:00.001-06:002010-11-22T13:27:26.377-06:00your guide to surviving the carpool lane<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Today my kids and I nearly witnessed a fist fight between two dads in the drop off and carpool lane at their elementary school because one was "doing it wrong". It's serious business people. Especially if you're running late on a Monday morning.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">1. There is only a 15 minute window when children can be dropped off before school. If you arrive in the first 5 minutes you should be fine. The other parents are more forgiving if your child gets his coat shut in the door (Gavin!) and they have to wait an extra 30 seconds. If you arrive 5 minutes until the bell rings you will most likely hear honks and/or get flipped the bird.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TOrAjbmqsSI/AAAAAAAABCk/yxG7XCVA3AM/s1600/nov2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TOrAjbmqsSI/AAAAAAAABCk/yxG7XCVA3AM/s320/nov2010+007.jpg" width="212" /></a>2. When you pull into the school parking lot order your children to unbuckle and put their backpacks on. Every second counts! Have them stand and file in a single line on the right side of the minivan, ready to jump out when the door opens. Be sure to say your "I love yous" and "Have a good day's" while you are still in the line of vehicles. Once you are in the zone you will have no time for all that. Multi-task people. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">3. When you finally make it to the front of the line and put your car into park have your kids hop out quickly. No parents under any circumstance is allowed out of the vehicle in the drop off lane! What? Your kindergartner is having trouble with their 5 point harness car seat? Well, my friend, you need to park your car a block from the school and walk your child in.....other wise you are running risk of being an outcast at the PTA.....just sayin'. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bonus Tip: Run drills and practice all summer long. ;) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>What's your pet peeve in the drop off lane at school? </strong></div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-7920545731373539312010-11-20T20:58:00.001-06:002010-11-20T21:01:01.157-06:00Zoo Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TOh_pNUBjXI/AAAAAAAABCI/6SeozmZIBhs/s1600/nov2010+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TOh_pNUBjXI/AAAAAAAABCI/6SeozmZIBhs/s320/nov2010+013.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We enjoyed a beautiful day at the Tulsa Zoo today. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been a long time since we've ALL enjoyed the day together.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were looking at the elephants when Sneezy (the male elephant) used the bathroom. Gavin blurted out in a crowd of people "WOW! Look at the size of that penis!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Gavin, SHHHHHHH!!!" I begged.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"That's the biggest penis I've ever seen!! Holy Moly!!" he continued to yell. The crowd of on lookers cracked up.....which, of course, egged Gavin on. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ely and I were laughing so hard our stomachs ached. Great parenting, I know.....but <em>have you ever seen a male elephant pee?! </em>In my son's defense, it <strong>is</strong> a sight. It's like a 5th leg. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the petting zoo Gavin brought up his favorite topic again. He was bragging to a group of adults about all the animals he's seen that day. "I saw a cow....and guess what?! He had FIVE penises!" The ladies mouth dropped and the men rolled with laughter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was mortified at the time, had no idea what he was talking about until the stranger corrected him between his hiccups of laughter, "You mean utters, son?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Whatever," Gavin said. "They look like penises"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Gavin: I'm 8 years old.<br />
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Zander: No your not. I'm 6 and you're only 4. <br />
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Gavin: I'm older then you.<br />
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Zander: (getting very upset) No your NOT! I'm 6, your 4!!<br />
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Gavin: I'm older.<br />
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Zander: You're my <em>baby</em> brother.<br />
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Gavin: (getting upset) I am NOT a <em>baby!</em><br />
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Zander: I'm older then you, so <em>you're </em>my <em>baby </em>brother.<br />
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Gavin: Yeah? Well, I'm cuter then you.<br />
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Zander: Whatever.suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-53002646868779471902010-10-09T21:44:00.005-05:002010-10-09T22:17:27.916-05:00Pantless at the Tulsa State FairI put on my super mom cape today and took all 4 kids to the Tulsa State Fair....by myself. Call me crazy, but I'm their mother, if I can't take care of them who can?! Right?<br />
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Really it wasn't that bad. In fact, we had a <strong>wonderful </strong>time. We got there <em>early. </em>Like 9:30 AM. Because we got there so early, we had front row parking and it wasn't crowded yet. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">First stop, petting zoo. We spent at least an hour in here. The kids had a <em>blast </em>feeding and petting the lambs, goats, and ponies. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We got to see newborn piglets being washed. My children giggled uncontrollably listening to them squeal. Well, all of them except Maya. She was concerned and repeated, "Baby piggies cry. Ahhh...poor baby." over and over again.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TLDKpooLt_I/AAAAAAAABBg/saBikMDXuw8/s1600/statefair2010+079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TLDKpooLt_I/AAAAAAAABBg/saBikMDXuw8/s320/statefair2010+079.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The boys lOVED looking at the hissing cockroaches, spiders and lizards.... </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TLDL3fdxTvI/AAAAAAAABBo/cALtlZVUnFU/s1600/statefair2010+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TLDL3fdxTvI/AAAAAAAABBo/cALtlZVUnFU/s320/statefair2010+048.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Next we got dirty in the giant sand box. This is where my easy day became challenging. First of all, sand is my long time arch enemy. Don't get me wrong, the kids love it. We use to have a sandbox in our backyard and they would play for <em>hours </em>in it. Still I got rid of it. The constant dirtiness of my floors and it getting in every crevasse of their body was driving me crazy. I should of known better then to allow them all in there....but how do you say no the biggest sand box they have ever seen? You can't. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To make a long story short, Camille somehow twisted her diaper and <strong>peed</strong> through her jeans! Yeah, we're way past the phase where I carry a change of clothes. I drug the boys out of the sand box and headed toward the bathroom. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander and Gavin <em>refused </em>to go into the women's bathroom. They're four and six, it would be humiliating right? Geez. I made them swear to sit outside the door together and not to talk or look at anyone. I cleaned Camille up the best I could with wipes, put on a fresh diaper and we were on our way.....pant-less. I called her Lady GaGa for the rest of the day. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, I felt a little "white trash" but it's all good. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I somewhat planned ahead and had graham crackers to lure the girls back into their stroller. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Money spent at the fair? $2. Memories created? Priceless. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Around noon the fair started to get busy and I decided it was time to go. Gavin's eyes welled up with tears at the thought of leaving all the fun. I bribed him with a happy meal and we were all smiles as we left the fair. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hey, no judging. I spent nearly 3 hours alone at the state fair with 4 children ages 6 and under!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-87074869928186343282010-09-28T13:26:00.000-05:002010-09-28T13:26:41.091-05:00Beautiful Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKItPjP8ICI/AAAAAAAABAk/i9fz7COVkw8/s1600/septIII2010+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKItPjP8ICI/AAAAAAAABAk/i9fz7COVkw8/s320/septIII2010+033.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I lOVE this beautiful fall weather we have been having! </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today the girls and I went to Hunter park to feed the ducks. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKIwz4KwrRI/AAAAAAAABA4/5PjmuwCkYLE/s1600/septIII2010+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKIwz4KwrRI/AAAAAAAABA4/5PjmuwCkYLE/s320/septIII2010+025.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maya laid like this for a good ten minutes. I had no choice but to put down the camera and join her.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKIxZKUhzbI/AAAAAAAABA8/IB034hWDqaU/s1600/septIII2010+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKIxZKUhzbI/AAAAAAAABA8/IB034hWDqaU/s320/septIII2010+030.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Look Mama! A SQUIRL!" ~Camille</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-5715471591244232132010-09-27T10:07:00.000-05:002010-09-27T10:07:38.852-05:00Tiger Cub<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKAHLvT6UyI/AAAAAAAABAY/sAe1DG8jCtE/s1600/septII2010+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKAHLvT6UyI/AAAAAAAABAY/sAe1DG8jCtE/s320/septII2010+005.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander is a Tiger Cub in Boy Scouts. He lOVES it....especially the uniform. So handsome.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKAIeaGPaWI/AAAAAAAABAg/XKTDGmqeaDo/s1600/septII2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TKAIeaGPaWI/AAAAAAAABAg/XKTDGmqeaDo/s320/septII2010+007.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love this little man. Anyone want to buy some popcorn? It's his boy scout fund raiser. Apparently the kernels are made of gold because it's so darn expensive. I feel guilty asking friends and family to buy from him! Thanks to 3 people (Jay, Jacque, & Memaw!) Zander has already gone well over the $125 mark and will receive a swiss army knife. (3 sales, $160, told you it <em>must </em>be made of gold!) </div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-60463104462272848492010-09-26T21:47:00.000-05:002010-09-26T21:47:52.272-05:00Picky Eaters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My girls have taken "picky eater" to a whole new level. This is totally new territory for me. The boys ate everything I put in front of them. If they didn't like it....well, tough cookies. Eat it anyway or starve. I didn't play that game. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not sure what really changed. Maybe with the more children I have the more relaxed and laid back I get? Or is it they are girls and I'm more lenient with them? What ever it is, they don't eat if they don't want to. If it's new or different....not interested. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is how Maya eats her toast. Yeah, most kids don't want the crust, I get it.....but <em>only</em> the top layer of the toast....that's just crazy! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In efforts to get the girls to eat more I have been trying to include them in the cooking. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We made pizzas the other night. Kids love pizza, right?</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They had so much fun making them. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My plan didn't work. Maya <em>still </em>would not even <em>try </em>the pizza. She picked at the cheese a little, but only drank her milk. Hoping this phase will end, but have a feeling it's just her personality. Oh well. Thank heavens for smoothies....I think that is her only form of nutrition (which I sneak all kinds of veggies in!)</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-63362246663004400922010-09-19T19:50:00.000-05:002010-09-19T19:50:25.156-05:00Tall Tales<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJatvNwAjgI/AAAAAAAAA_4/mM2plNPDj6k/s1600/sept2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJatvNwAjgI/AAAAAAAAA_4/mM2plNPDj6k/s320/sept2010+008.jpg" /></a></div>Today Camille told a whopper, and she's only two! I'm talking bold face lie here!<br />
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I walk into the kitchen where she had halfway climbed the bar stool and with a sharpie started to write on some important papers I had laying on the counter top. <br />
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"Camille! No, no!" I scolded. Then I realized that she just wanted to draw and told her ask Momma for the crayons. <br />
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"I didn't do it Momma. Obi did it. No, no Obi! No draw on Mamma paper!" she scolded the poor dog. suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-20820751749346032662010-09-19T19:37:00.000-05:002010-09-19T19:37:26.483-05:00Sunday Funday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS1Msu3tgI/AAAAAAAAA-I/iVTGzUh48T0/s1600/sept2010+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS1Msu3tgI/AAAAAAAAA-I/iVTGzUh48T0/s320/sept2010+010.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Ely was promoted to construction manager at work. I am so proud of him....but that means more work. And crazy hours. We miss him around here. My sister Jacque and her boyfriend Kevin took me and the kiddos out last Sunday. It was so much fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS14v3CC4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WAjv8wdS6Xw/s1600/sept2010+014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS14v3CC4I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WAjv8wdS6Xw/s320/sept2010+014.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We met up at Queenie's in Utica Square for lunch. It was a beautiful day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS2nUQVmaI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jgNvthFx4LM/s1600/sept2010+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS2nUQVmaI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/jgNvthFx4LM/s320/sept2010+016.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After lunch we headed over to the Philbrook Museum for the last day of the Egyptian exhibit. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I decided to let the girls walk instead of ride in the stroller. They had a great time learning boundaries. ;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS3xToDpaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/t0LFLFiM3Gs/s1600/sept2010+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS3xToDpaI/AAAAAAAAA-o/t0LFLFiM3Gs/s320/sept2010+019.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just FYI, my children have the <strong>loudest</strong> voices. Inside voices do not exist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS4ZsSHMTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/alPQki_TgxE/s1600/sept2010+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS4ZsSHMTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/alPQki_TgxE/s320/sept2010+025.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After looking at all (some) of the art we headed outside to my second favorite Tulsa garden. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No trip to the museum is complete before you put your head inside the hippo made of car bumpers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS8yBJ4L8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Uf5io5toL0I/s1600/sept2010+046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS8yBJ4L8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Uf5io5toL0I/s320/sept2010+046.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS-F5wBSfI/AAAAAAAAA_w/qA-N23Y4QfA/s1600/sept2010+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS-F5wBSfI/AAAAAAAAA_w/qA-N23Y4QfA/s320/sept2010+050.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After our long day "uncle" Keven treated us to ice cream!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS6hiHHzTI/AAAAAAAAA_I/_FMxu9MKZvU/s1600/sept2010+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TJS6hiHHzTI/AAAAAAAAA_I/_FMxu9MKZvU/s320/sept2010+037.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you Dooky and Kevin for a great day! We love you!</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-64191686716399786772010-09-10T20:33:00.000-05:002010-09-10T20:33:39.919-05:00Fat Man<div style="text-align: center;">It's almost my favorite holiday.....HALLOWEEN! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I figure this is the last year I will be able to pick out the girls costumes, so I better make them good. I am stumped on ideas....anyone have any??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Zander wants to be a super hero. Not any ol' super hero, he made up his own. It's his Incredible Hulk muscle costume <em>under </em>his Red Power Ranger costume. He came down stairs the other day in his get up....it was <em>horrible! </em>The Power Ranger costume is 2 year old and has been in many of battles. I would throw it out, but they love it so much, I haven't the heart. He's still trying to come up with a name. In the mean time, I am trying to talk him out of this horrible idea of his. I just had a great idea, Astro Boy! He loves that movie and it would be super easy and fun....I can't wait 'till morning to ask him what he thinks.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As for Gavin, well, he thought his brother's idea of layering the dress up clothes was brilliant. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"What are <em>you </em>suppose to be Gavin?" I asked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"A fat man!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I tried not to laugh, but it was hilarious. I told him no, he whined and begged but I stood firm. Can you imagine the looks and stares we would get walking down Brookside at Boo Ha Ha. Yeah, my son is a fat man...??? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TIrY8YYZ7HI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CRfNOldmHyw/s1600/camping2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TIrY8YYZ7HI/AAAAAAAAA-A/CRfNOldmHyw/s320/camping2010+007.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, but the story gets worse and even more politically incorrect. My 4 year old then said, "Fine. I'll just be a man with a giant penis for halloween." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I about had a heart attack. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-69092307518994607582010-09-10T19:19:00.001-05:002010-09-10T19:24:49.843-05:00Labor Day Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImJT-7VrwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cdNEHbMqV94/s1600/camping2010+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImJT-7VrwI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cdNEHbMqV94/s320/camping2010+009.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Over labor day weekend we took the family over to Greenleaf State Park. It was the first time we took the kids camping. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImKoWHboFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/uZ1IOXQ9GQs/s1600/camping2010+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImKoWHboFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/uZ1IOXQ9GQs/s320/camping2010+012.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here was our home for the weekend. We had a great little spot right on the lake. The boys had a BLAST! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The twins....well....not so much. They were a off their schedule and did <em>not </em>appreciate the beauty of the outdoors. Instead they (Maya) screamed every time a fly got near her. She <em>hated</em> all bugs and anything that resembled a bug....even grass clippings. The poor baby got stung by a bee, which just proves to her that she <em>should</em> fear all bugs. She kept asking to go home and wanted to watch Care Bears. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImLay5AH8I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/M_hP8_jjjaA/s1600/camping2010+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImLay5AH8I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/M_hP8_jjjaA/s320/camping2010+025.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ely took the boys fishing several times a day. They caught lots of little fish but nothing worth keeping to cook for dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImMGDx37NI/AAAAAAAAA8g/e-fehXpcKQE/s1600/camping2010+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImMGDx37NI/AAAAAAAAA8g/e-fehXpcKQE/s320/camping2010+028.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin keeps asking when we're going back. He absolutely <em>belongs</em> outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImM1etaBcI/AAAAAAAAA8o/NXgi3XVgK7I/s1600/camping2010+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImM1etaBcI/AAAAAAAAA8o/NXgi3XVgK7I/s320/camping2010+032.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is just something about a fire that hypnotizes you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Even the most wild children.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander fishing off the docks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Camille being extra "cheesy"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok. For those of you who can't tell the twins apart. Maya's the one who did <em>not</em> like camping. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImPJBWcFFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tNvbGZDKCvw/s1600/camping2010+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImPJBWcFFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tNvbGZDKCvw/s320/camping2010+041.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin caught his first fish....but I wasn't there to witness =(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImQb6ullGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cZ3zxOmlNgM/s1600/camping2010+050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TImQb6ullGI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/cZ3zxOmlNgM/s320/camping2010+050.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spent most of my days at the playground with these two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was definitely a <strong>lot </strong>of work camping with four young children (esp 2 girly girls!) but we can't wait to go back. Hopefully this spring the girls will be a little older and more easy going.....one can dream right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-72489231330705429162010-08-31T19:22:00.000-05:002010-08-31T19:22:50.709-05:00window shopping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2RUd1voKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9pBlKHW9Skg/s1600/aug2010+140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2RUd1voKI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9pBlKHW9Skg/s320/aug2010+140.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So the boys are both in school....ahhhh....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, yeah. I know they grow up fast, BUT this mama is HAPPY 2 of my 4 children are in school! I am a much better mom when I have structure and a schedule. Without it my house is pure chaos! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2O_VMf0xI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/EJtJx0nyzEI/s1600/aug2010+141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2O_VMf0xI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/EJtJx0nyzEI/s320/aug2010+141.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The other day after we dropped the boys off at school the twins and I headed to the mall...it was still closed...but honestly, that's the way I prefer it with two two year olds! We just strolled amongst the mall walkers and did a little window shopping. They were thrilled to be out of the stroller.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I was thrilled to be in the air conditioner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2QQwHQRDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/O1TJzoTBknQ/s1600/aug2010+146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2QQwHQRDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/O1TJzoTBknQ/s320/aug2010+146.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We pretended to ride rides.....but only pretended....75 cents? Outrageous!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2Q3RrPV8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/rePWERawZsQ/s1600/aug2010+151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/TH2Q3RrPV8I/AAAAAAAAA7o/rePWERawZsQ/s320/aug2010+151.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Camille & Maya</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am so very blessed and love spending quality time with these peanuts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-44528038755705958002010-08-29T19:42:00.000-05:002010-08-29T19:42:07.988-05:00Deep Thoughts with Zander<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Zander is definitely his father's son. This is his conversation with Gavin today at lunch.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THrjR9ha2qI/AAAAAAAAA6w/U3BlL5Gps5I/s1600/aug2010+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THrjR9ha2qI/AAAAAAAAA6w/U3BlL5Gps5I/s320/aug2010+060.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin: "Mom, your flowers are dying." </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander: "Everything dies Gavin. That's life."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin: "I know..."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander: "I mean everything dies....plants, people, animals, even this house will one day die."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin: "Yeah, I KNOW!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander: "Flowers have a short life Gavin."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin: "I know."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander: "Do you know what even has a shorter life than a flower?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin: "Ummm....what?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Zander: "Voice. "</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">**SCREAMS**</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"See? That sound already died. It's over."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">**WOOOO!**</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"See? That sound I made already died too. That's life Gavin."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THr9TcTmqkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/79Bj_6_fRXM/s1600/aug2010+138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THr9TcTmqkI/AAAAAAAAA7A/79Bj_6_fRXM/s320/aug2010+138.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Pretty deep for a 1st grader. </div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-71154383765140020802010-08-27T21:31:00.000-05:002010-08-27T21:31:30.417-05:00another "accident"I was busy washing dishes after dinner this evening and Gavin came down stairs and tattled, "Mom! Maya and Camille are naked again!"<br />
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"I'll be right up."<br />
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After I finished rinsing plates I headed upstairs where Gavin met me at the top. "It was an accident, Mama."<br />
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Uh-oh. That's never good to hear. <br />
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"They're stuck in my room," he explained.<br />
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Gavin had locked his <em>naked </em>two year old sisters in his bedroom! <br />
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Not a huge deal if you have normal bedroom door knobs, but the boys bedroom has a knob like this...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah. I never noticed until tonight. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway. I tried my best to pick the lock but had no luck. I tried talking the girls into unlocking the door but they just got frustrated with me for not letting them out. I called the hubby at work....he was no where near being off work and wasn't much help. He mostly just laughed and told me to knock the door down as a last resort. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By this point a good twenty minutes had gone by. I decided to call my sister, Jacque. Her boyfriend tried to help over the phone....but it was useless. Nothing was working. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soon I heard the dreaded "uh-oh" on the other side of the door followed by "Mama I poo-poo!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"DON'T TOUCH IT!!" I yelled through the door. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ended up calling the non-emergency police line. When Gavin heard this he flipped out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Mom! PUH-LEEEEEASE don't call the police!! I don't want to go to jail!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gavin then burst into tears. It was hilarious. (call me cruel, whatever, YOU try not to laugh at that situation!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A HUGE thank you to Tulsa Fire Dept for coming to our rescue!! Our hero's!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are officially the talk of the culdesac. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It only took them 3 minutes to open it up. This is what we found.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THhwe6vZfII/AAAAAAAAA6o/MO0KqObsAvs/s1600/TFD+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THhwe6vZfII/AAAAAAAAA6o/MO0KqObsAvs/s320/TFD+003.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Two babies in the buff (well, they were wearing converse and socks!) They obviously had a good time destroying their brothers room. One of them pooped and Camille stepped in it and smeared it in the carpet. Not to mention, there were tinkle tracks throughout the room. It was great.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-52958937139124892010-08-26T20:12:00.000-05:002010-08-26T20:12:14.088-05:00gavin's haircut<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcH8m12VOI/AAAAAAAAA5o/TDeg9_IRA74/s1600/aug2010+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcH8m12VOI/AAAAAAAAA5o/TDeg9_IRA74/s320/aug2010+124.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For weeks Gavin has <em>begged </em>for me to cut his hair for school. I ignored him hoping he would wise up....but he didn't. Instead he brought me pictures of Asian teenagers with short straight black hair and said he wanted hair like them. He was just fed up with all the attention his long gorgeous hair received. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcHb7ZqVjI/AAAAAAAAA5g/ps9mvyJ6wLk/s320/aug2010+123.jpg" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But seriously, how could strangers NOT comment....just look at him!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I finally gave in to his persistence. This obviously wasn't a phase. It was a sad day for this mama.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">very. sad. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He thinks he looks tougher with short hair.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcKANswnfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Cz72xZmX-bw/s1600/aug2010+127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcKANswnfI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Cz72xZmX-bw/s320/aug2010+127.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Come on Gavin. Can you just act "normal" for one picture? This is his break dancing move which he specifically asked me to capture on film. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcKpDt5smI/AAAAAAAAA6I/phVbSzsCSb0/s1600/aug2010+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER3NehRPWZ0/THcKpDt5smI/AAAAAAAAA6I/phVbSzsCSb0/s320/aug2010+130.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There we go....Obi got a smile out of him....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He looks so grown up now! *sniff, sniff*</div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-25322277001688218532010-08-25T20:44:00.000-05:002010-08-25T20:44:20.481-05:00Yes, I'm still alive....<div style="text-align: center;">Yes. It's been a while. Some of you know that I have a "blog stalker". It's really weird. Someone has made numerous vulgar comments (which have all been deleted by me) in regards to my children....the latest of which has been a flat out proposition of sexual activities they want to perform on them. Yeah. I'm pissed. So much so I have called the police and filed a police report....but nothing is being done. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So here I am. I lOVE to blog....but understandably haven't been "in the mood" lately. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What would YOU do if you were in my shoes? </span></div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989274023826017311.post-53324099728235652052010-08-04T21:48:00.001-05:002010-08-04T21:50:40.783-05:00Funny KidsIt's hard being a stay at home momma. Some days are awful. The kids are moody and I am preoccupied. But other days....most days lately....are pretty fantastic. I feel like I am <em>finally</em> getting this whole momma thing down. My kids leave me in stitches everyday. Here are a few of my favorite moments <strong>today</strong>...<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">We were at the Dollar Tree and, as you can imagine, we attract a lot of attention. Every one we passed commented about the twins or their red hair. Gavin had just about enough of the attention. He was angry at <em>me</em> because I wouldn't let him get any cheap toys. "I like cheap toys." He kept arguing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">A little old lady past and told him what a handsome young man he was and that he had gorgeous hair. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;">He forced out "thank you" then turned to me and asked, "Can I dye my hair black?" </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Camille and I were spending some alone time cuddling on the couch this afternoon. She was being so sweet, I tried to soak up every once of love. "You're my little sweet pea" I told her. She looked and me confused and busted out laughing. "No, Momma silly!" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">"What's so funny? You <em>are </em>my sweet pea!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">"Momma, you're my sweet poo-poo!" she said. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Go figure. </div>suburban hippie mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09319083268923869070noreply@blogger.com1