Friday, August 29, 2008
What's For Dinner Mom?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Baker University
The big college man!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Big Trip
Brian says that this is MY chair. Thanks a lot, Brian. I'm not that big!
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They checked Brian into the dorms on Saturday morning, and immediately had to make a trip to Wal-Mart for fans & some other necessities. Us Arizonans do not understand the lack of A/C in other parts of the country, but I guess they don't need it like we do!
Brian dropped Andy off at the airport in KC, and Andy finally arrived back in Tucson LATE Saturday night. Luckily, my mom had taken the kids to Thatcher to cousin Reagan's luau birthday party, so I didn't have to worry about dragging them with me. It did make my day LONG, though, as I didn't have anyone in the house with me from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm when I left to go get Andy. I did struggle through some housecleaning, but mostly just watched the Olympics. Surprising, I know.
All in all, Andrew says that the trip was awesome, and that he's really glad he went. It's a once in a lifetime chance to do something like that with Brian, right? I'm glad they had fun, and my next post will be of some of the pics from Brian's campus.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
And They're Off!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Insulted by a 4 Year Old
Emma, Frank, & I like to make a choo-choo train as we cross roads or parking lots. The kids like to take turns being the engine & caboose. I have had the privilege of being named the car-carrier, big box car, and other railroad mainstays.
But, on the way into school on Tuesday:
Emma- Mom, I'm the engine, Frank is the caboose, and you're the tanker car.
Mom- Why am I a tanker, Emma?
Emma- Because you're tanking up, Mom!
Mom- What does that mean? (I am so afraid of this answer!)
Emma- You're getting all tanked up & round & full, so you need to be a tanker car!
Mom- BIG SIGH
Last Saturday:
Emma- Mom, you're getting so chubby!
Dad- (taking Emma aside & chastising her) Emma, it is NOT nice to ever call anyone chubby!
Emma- (whispering to Dad, but loud enough for everyone else to hear) But Dad, she is super chubby these days!
Last Week:
Emma- Mom, you shouldn't wear that shirt. It makes you look too chubby!
Mom- Emma, I'm not chubby, I'm pregnant. It's just the baby that makes my belly round.
Emma- Whatever, Mom. You sure look chubby to me!
OK, I know I'm getting big, but I DO NOT need my 4 year old reminding me of it all the time!
Today:
Mom- Emma, it's OK that Daddy's not here. We'll have lots of fun & he'll be home before you know it!
Emma- I don't know, Mom. I miss him so much already! (Dad wasn't even out of the driveway yet!)
Mom- We'll be OK, honey.
Emma- I guess we could have fun at home, even if it's just you here & not Dad.
What did I ever do to deserve this? Oh, yeah, I was just like her when I was her age!
Monday, August 11, 2008
IT'S HERE!!!!!!
I have a confession, I'm a total Olympics geek. I can remember back as far as the 1988 Olympics, and being so angry because my other family members wouldn't let me watch women's gymnastics. I guess it's easy to be overruled when you're the only 1 out of 6 kids in the house that wants to watch little girls fly through the air with the greatest of ease. And during the Barcelona games, I refused to go to the car races (a huge thing for us at the time) because I didn't want to miss the women's event finals in gymnastics. Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Adventures with Wildlife
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The kids went into the backyard to swing & play, and were pretty quiet until I was in the middle of doing dishes. I had seen them all getting up onto the trampoline, and they had actually been up there for a few minutes when I heard an absolutely eardrum-shattering scream from each of the 2 girls. "Mommy, there's something disgusting on the trampoline!"
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So out goes Mommy to investigate, and guess what I found? The decapitated, fly-covered remnants of a 9-inch (even minus the head) ground squirrel. Don't ask me how these kids managed to jump for 5 minutes without noticing this thing. It was laying right in the middle of the trampoline! Luckily nobody had touched it, but Mommy had to. YUCK!!!!
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Where's Daddy when you need him? After all, this particular little rodent had been shot by Daddy just yesterday as he tried to defend our garden with a pellet gun. [Well, he says it's for the garden, but I know he's just out there having fun killing God's creatures.] Anyway, he thought that he'd killed this squirrel, but it wasn't anywhere around when he went looking for it to dispose of the carcass. Lucky me to be able to do so after it'd been dead for over a day & the dogs had chewed off its poor little head.
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I'll have to remember to give a special Thank You to whichever of our cherished canines that just loves leaving these "presents" for us on the tramp. Not counting today, in the past month we've had 2 rodents, a few lizards, and 1 completely unidentifiable mess, all in various stages of decay. It's a good thing I was raised in the sticks & have had my share of experience with stuff like this. The older I get, the more I understand some of my "city girl" friends, and their utter abhorrence for rural living. Not enough to make me want to live in town, but I do understand.