The baby is 4... and not so much of a baby anymore!
Can you believe that this:
is now, this:
Happy Birthday Elijah Daniel!
Revival
Coming soon…
Long day blues
Is it bad if it’s only 10 am and it already feels like a long day?
National Scrapbook Day
I know, I know, for those of you reading who aren’t scrappers this is absolutely absurd.
However, for those of you who are scrappers…
We’ve got a cyber crop scheduled at Scrap Love this weekend. Lots of challenges, games, and good times to be had. Come check it out (and bring your friends too)!
My Daddy (according to Ike)
Isaac brought this home from preschool today:
Note that Daddy is as tall as the clouds, has big hands, blue eyes, and (my personal favorite detail) the gotee!
Mud in the bird bath and TP in the potty
Ah, how I love three-year-olds!
Today’s been a mess of a day for Mr. Eli. While playing in the back yard, he decided merely digging in the dirt of the garden wasn’t enough. He was overcome by the urge to scoop the garden dirt straight into the bird bath! Covering not only the birdbath but himself as well with mud. Ugh.
Calling all birds! If you’re in need of a spa treatment, stop by our house! We’ve got the only Birdie Mud Bath in town!
And apparently, when you’re three and your older brother is five you must be allowed to complete every task he does by yourself. Including the bathroom duties. Never mind, you’ve only been potty trained for a few months. Never mind, you’ve been instructed to let Mom or Dad know when you’re finished. No no, when you’re three you do everything by yourself, thank you very much.
Hence, the entire roll of toilet paper ending up in the potty. But do you tell Mom? Nope. Because you do everything by yourself, you then retrieve said roll of TP and place it in the bathtub. And you wonder why Mom’s a little perturbed when she walks in to discover this debacle. Hmmm…. Go figure!
michelle needs
michelle needs a family that will be patient, consistent, kind, loving
michelle needs attention
michelle needs to learn by example
michelle needs to realize her capabilities
michelle needs to take photography and graphics classes
michelle needs some fritos
michelle needs dancing lessons
michelle needs to improve her attitude too
michelle needs to realize that she has a long ways to go
michelle needs to burn that swimsuit
michelle needs to smile like that all the time
michelle needs her own tv show
Found this on another blog. I think it’s quite funny! Gotta love google! Go try it with your name!
Rain rain rain
Wow! We’ve had quite the wet day. Nothing at all like our floods of two years ago, but we did get about 4 inches of rain so far today. Seems like there’s not an end in sight!
Honestly, I don’t mind the rain too much, but it’s hard on the kids. They’re already stir crazy. I’m thinking I honestly might just send them out in it tomorrow!
One more for Drew
Threes
What’s that old adage about bad things happening in triplicate? I’m not sure I believe that sort of thing, but I may be inclined to give the theory a second thought lately. (or maybe a 3rd, just for continuity!)
Anyway, car troubles are seemingly over and done with. (dare I say that?)
Bring on the house troubles!
Apparently GI has lots of sediment in their water, and a storm sewer system that is less than functional. So, we’ve had trouble with a slow main drainage line from our house. It started acting up again last week, and after doing the usual round of drain cleaning etc… Drew wakes up Friday morning to find wet carpet on the OTHER side of the basement! This is NOT good.
After removing some paneling and disassembling a wall, we (by we I mean Drew), discover a broken clean out cap. So the afore mentioned slow drain took the path of least resistance- unfortunately all over the basement carpet and walls….
I’m hoping that if the theory of bad events happening in threes is in fact true, I can consider my poorly chosen paint color for my office wall to be the third and final of our series of unfortunate events. What I’d hoped to be a soothing blue/green color turned out to in fact resemble concrete.
Of course I could probably chalk up our broken glass in the back door, or the shelf Drew broke while bringing it into the house to the theory of threes… However if I do that, then apparently I’ve already disproved the theory as that’s several more events than permitted. Thereby bringing me to this:
When will it ever end?!?