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  • Birthday Party for a Six Year Old

    At the party each child got to ‘adopt’ a stuffed animal and spend some time naming, dressing, decorating and feeding the pet.  Each pet came with an adoption certificate proclaiming that the child would promise to take care of their pet forever. Gigi enjoyed spending time with her friends, makingthe wish of a lifetime on […]

  • Instant Replay

    Lately when I get home from work I am frequently given a play by play of some big event from Jude.  The other day Bradley was trying to tame our mountain goat, because when I arrived home Jude ran over to me and started saying, “Down, down, down.”  Over and over and over.  While the […]

  • Barbie

    Gigi: Wow, those things are huge and she’s only a teenager! Me: What are huge? Gigi: These (pointing at Barbie’s chest).  They’re bigger than any of my other Barbies boobies.

  • “The Property” Becomes “The House”

    It looks like a house now.  For so long it was a field, for so SO long.  Then it was a hole with cement, next a skeletal frame.  Now I can see it, it is a house.  A house with walls, roof and a floor.  A-ma-zing. In a week or two the house will have […]

  • Sheeting the Roof

    Bradley’s dad has given us a gift.  We fought the whole summer to even begin the task of building our house and cannot believe how FAST it is going now!  Foundation was dug and poured, and mere moments later Duane, my father in law, arrived to guide Bradley with the framing. Before we knew it, […]

October

This is the archive for October, 2009.

FRESH /POSTS

Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…