"The happiest marriages are those which produce three children at the intervals of not less than two or more than three years."
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Better Than Roses
I am forever thankful for the two sons that I have been given, and some events sometimes just help reinforce some more. We were sitting outside watching Daddy take apart a desk to throw in the trash can when Sam came up with his fire truck. This truck is about three feet long and the body of it is hollow for storing hotwheels. He came up to me and said, "Mommy, I picked flowers for you. Do you want to see them?" Do I want to see them?! But of course! He opens up the little back end, and I could see that the little truck was full of leaves. lol Then Sam says, "Mommy, aren't they just so pretty." Well, that is the best bouquet I have ever received.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Catch Up
Life has been more than just a little hectic and crazy around here lately. But, since that is the norm, we wouldn't know how to function any other way. We have decided that we are going to move our family to Alabama. The four of us just absolutely loved it out there, and we all wish we could be there now! Every day, Sam wakes up and asks me if today we are going to James' and John's. He will probably burst a blood vessel in his excitement when the day comes that I finally answer "Yes." LOL
As we were leaving the store today, there were 3 children playing on the bars that corral the carts. Sam says to them, "Hey, I want to tell you something. " Of course the little darlings scattered off. Sam then turns to me and says, "I just wanted to tell them that they are going to get hurt that way!" What a sweet boy! They truly were going to get hurt that way, but the parents were nowhere in sight.
Dave is walking and running and talking Davish. He is sweet and funny and just adores his older brother. Overall, things have been going very well. We are just awaiting (impatiently) the next step in our move.
As we were leaving the store today, there were 3 children playing on the bars that corral the carts. Sam says to them, "Hey, I want to tell you something. " Of course the little darlings scattered off. Sam then turns to me and says, "I just wanted to tell them that they are going to get hurt that way!" What a sweet boy! They truly were going to get hurt that way, but the parents were nowhere in sight.
Dave is walking and running and talking Davish. He is sweet and funny and just adores his older brother. Overall, things have been going very well. We are just awaiting (impatiently) the next step in our move.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Mad Turtle Escapades
Now, are the turtle or the escapades mad? Well, because our turtles are mad, their escapades are invariably mad. We decided it was time to start with fresh water in their tank. In the time it took for us to finish putting in clean water and getting them back in, one of our adventurers disappeared. After the ordeal we went through to get these beasts, I really was not happy at the prospect of having an only turtle. We had to finally give up our search at dinnertime. As we were sitting at the table, lo and behold there was a scratching, clunking sound coming from the living room. Sure enough, there was the wanderer. Now he and his pal are happily reunited.
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