It was lots of fun! Emile had to help J blow out the candles cause he wasn't sure what to do, but the boys dug right in and enjoyed the cake! The whole yard actually smelled like sugar; I'm not kidding.
3 stinky boys and their uber-smelly dad, and me- a happy girl.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Jesse's Birthday Party- It's Good to be 2!
I kind of posted these in the wrong order. Sally (Emile's mom) is bathing Gabey cause he ate some frosting and smeared it ALL OVER himself.
It was lots of fun! Emile had to help J blow out the candles cause he wasn't sure what to do, but the boys dug right in and enjoyed the cake! The whole yard actually smelled like sugar; I'm not kidding.
It was lots of fun! Emile had to help J blow out the candles cause he wasn't sure what to do, but the boys dug right in and enjoyed the cake! The whole yard actually smelled like sugar; I'm not kidding.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
More Playdates
Gabe helped himself to Emile's birthday cake. His arms may be chunky, but they're long!
Monday, July 16, 2007
Politically Correct Story of the Three Little Pigs
The Three Proportionally Unique Sows
Once upon a time in a land far away near a place called San Francisco, there lived three proportionally unique suidae sisters, two of whom were sowism activists and spent much of their time squealing out against the evil ways of the boar.
One day the sisters decided they needed shelter. The first proportionally unique sow immediately demanded government subsidized housing and moved into a house of straw. But it was not as nice as she felt she was entitled to, so she hired a smart but sleazy lawyer and sued the federal government for improper treatment of a citizen. The feds buckled and moved her strait away into one of the newest brick houses in the area, where she lead an alternative lifestyle with her sowfriend. Shacking up together the sows enjoyed substantial tax breaks.
The second proportionally challenged sow was an illegal immigrant, so she preyed on the weakness and generosity of her community and conned her neighbors into building her a custom dream home with reinforced walls. She moved in right away and brought along her 19 siblings and their families.
The third proportionally unique sow scrimped and saved and invested, and purchased a small, old, but clean house of brick. Unfortunately, the government had to raise the taxes of the third, responsible sow in order to provide for her sisters, so she couldn't afford to stay. She was forced to sell her home and ended up in a straw and stick shack on the bad side of town, where she was soon shot and killed by the big bad wolf. And the two other sows lived hapily ever after. The end.
Once upon a time in a land far away near a place called San Francisco, there lived three proportionally unique suidae sisters, two of whom were sowism activists and spent much of their time squealing out against the evil ways of the boar.
One day the sisters decided they needed shelter. The first proportionally unique sow immediately demanded government subsidized housing and moved into a house of straw. But it was not as nice as she felt she was entitled to, so she hired a smart but sleazy lawyer and sued the federal government for improper treatment of a citizen. The feds buckled and moved her strait away into one of the newest brick houses in the area, where she lead an alternative lifestyle with her sowfriend. Shacking up together the sows enjoyed substantial tax breaks.
The second proportionally challenged sow was an illegal immigrant, so she preyed on the weakness and generosity of her community and conned her neighbors into building her a custom dream home with reinforced walls. She moved in right away and brought along her 19 siblings and their families.
The third proportionally unique sow scrimped and saved and invested, and purchased a small, old, but clean house of brick. Unfortunately, the government had to raise the taxes of the third, responsible sow in order to provide for her sisters, so she couldn't afford to stay. She was forced to sell her home and ended up in a straw and stick shack on the bad side of town, where she was soon shot and killed by the big bad wolf. And the two other sows lived hapily ever after. The end.
Monday, July 2, 2007
PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN!!
No crap, we just saw one of Matt's old friends on To Catch a Predator. He was just a Marine, nice guy, we actually had him out to our house a bit when we lived in Southern California. Just be careful; it's almost impossible to know who might be capable of harming a child. (The show I mentioned is on NBC; it shows sting operations for sexual predators online.) The episode that aired tonight was out of Longbeach, where cops (along with Chris Hansen from NBC) caught FIFTY-ONE of these perverts before moving on to another location. To check your area for local predators, go to familywatchdog.us where you'll find names, pictures, and detailed lists of offenses. It also doesn't hurt to check out other areas on there that your kids frequent- grandparents' & friends' houses, favorite parks, schools, etc. It's so important to know who's out there as much as possible; you will be so shocked at how many there are if you haven't done this before. Check other addresses you've lived at too; you really won't believe it. And check your area often, the system is constantly being updated.
You Know You're a Wife/Mommy When...
*Your biggest disappointment of the day was finding your eighth butter knife in your husband's toolbox
*You find yourself excited to use the first diaper of the package when your kid goes up a size
*No other gift can top last Christmas when you got your septic tank pumped
*You have to comfort your spouse when one of the pretzels he had stuffed in his nose gets jammed up there too far and "It really hurts!"
*You have to endure, "Look, Honey! I blew the rest of the pretzel out! It's right here on my sleeve, see? LOOK or I'll feed it to you."
Does everyone else experience these things?
*You find yourself excited to use the first diaper of the package when your kid goes up a size
*No other gift can top last Christmas when you got your septic tank pumped
*You have to comfort your spouse when one of the pretzels he had stuffed in his nose gets jammed up there too far and "It really hurts!"
*You have to endure, "Look, Honey! I blew the rest of the pretzel out! It's right here on my sleeve, see? LOOK or I'll feed it to you."
Does everyone else experience these things?
She Got a Big Tip.
About a week ago we gave in to the lure of the Texas Roadhouse, and boy was it an evening to remember. While we were there Jes managed to dump out Matt's wing sauce, but the waitress was great about it and brought out some more. -Which Jesse promptly dumped out. She just smiled, and brought the third one with a lid. Jesse also dumped out one full beverage, and slapped at and overturned a cup of cinnamon butter. We gave up and left earlier than we would have liked. On the way out of the booth Gabriel smacked the to-go box, which landed upside down on the floor.
Papa Greg Will Love This
J's gonna be a freakin baseball player or something. The kid's got an amazing arm. The other day Matt took the bottle out of Jesse's mouth and chucked it across the room. (This is Matt's attempt to cure Jesse of his bottle dependence.) Anyway, Jesse ran across the room, picked up his bottle, and beamed Matt in the head with it. It seems his accuracy improves greatly when he has the motivation of wamping his dad with something. Maybe Matt should be the catcher when we teach Jesse to pitch.
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