tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9541033840723952002024-03-05T17:03:32.034-08:00Mommy, don't eat me!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-72055265195303126602011-05-18T16:38:00.000-07:002011-05-18T16:38:33.183-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kk05PpRddluN7lzn7EqTq_EDSaN2o5xLvEZUHyk1UkjGiPmAOnMAhKalQW77o54zpJr37n1R8uBVcZlPXUEW-WTdsM4l9SXeYJHMFY0TEVPCPeEQ7SCZg6iJzXh0hGa7mOtt18ovjq0/s1600/from+deebs+pute+202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kk05PpRddluN7lzn7EqTq_EDSaN2o5xLvEZUHyk1UkjGiPmAOnMAhKalQW77o54zpJr37n1R8uBVcZlPXUEW-WTdsM4l9SXeYJHMFY0TEVPCPeEQ7SCZg6iJzXh0hGa7mOtt18ovjq0/s640/from+deebs+pute+202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All three of my kids have gone through these phases. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Be it no shirt. (oldest)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">No pants. (middle)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Or both. (youngest)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Thus, Captain Underpants:</span><br />
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Apollo took a liking to the dinner mints.<br />
And fruit.<br />
And dinner mints.<br />
And other things.<br />
And dinner mints.<br />
Midway through Thanksgiving dinner I heard, "Mom! Come wipe me!"<br />
As I walked into the bathroom, Apollo exclaimed, "Mom, my poo melted!"<br />
That's watcha get for eating too many sweets!<br />
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<a href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo230/difyga/signatures/?action=view&current=xoxoxomouse-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="medium size" border="0" src="http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo230/difyga/signatures/xoxoxomouse-1.jpg" /></a>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-88334847507021269592010-11-27T23:26:00.000-08:002010-11-27T23:26:26.069-08:00Clever Bell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdddr0gUhc7r6pRToMZeibrrfYmkOqqGGBFHUxTVWjmAlma3HC3ZrSIXiRNEooLfRrXJrA5wHDgo_CpEnnYc7TruKcp7Vsxj3TYiUfojFHhu7dahW5mBQv0uKJ86_pQtvqLZn4FQg4yiQ/s1600/327px-AnnieandClarabelMyThomasStoryLibrary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdddr0gUhc7r6pRToMZeibrrfYmkOqqGGBFHUxTVWjmAlma3HC3ZrSIXiRNEooLfRrXJrA5wHDgo_CpEnnYc7TruKcp7Vsxj3TYiUfojFHhu7dahW5mBQv0uKJ86_pQtvqLZn4FQg4yiQ/s320/327px-AnnieandClarabelMyThomasStoryLibrary.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>One of Apollo's most favorite things in the whole wide world right now is his Thomas the Tank Engine trains. <br />
He can name just about every single one, and believe me, there are oodles of them!<br />
Two in particular are named Annie and Clarabel.<br />
He loves those ones.<br />
He calls them: Annie and <span style="font-size: large;">Clever Bell</span>. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lqmjyEOKANwGzNPXxxx5AFt43nzEvHOYtndRGw6KhTloH8ArsnzrFK6iXYQZP5sZys6rCkNW_TT5Qy903vR5v3-xOxkTgj-s6Udk6XqxQIeG7zHPo3xiqgbiK0F2GIeOTp3mO3wLe0o/s1600/100_8473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lqmjyEOKANwGzNPXxxx5AFt43nzEvHOYtndRGw6KhTloH8ArsnzrFK6iXYQZP5sZys6rCkNW_TT5Qy903vR5v3-xOxkTgj-s6Udk6XqxQIeG7zHPo3xiqgbiK0F2GIeOTp3mO3wLe0o/s640/100_8473.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Oh my! That's the softest looking pillow ever!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzhAd4-zW0oWYCIINWTmcPASRPR833bisqAExTVasp-ufWQjV_NkyRrdDx-8fBI2mBLMGmwj0PZv_G1ZAspk8sOmarQK6DnSRvj8VPdZCuDuqL69sITfduHVMmnYfom6yd6SRjzsQ8A4/s1600/100_8477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzhAd4-zW0oWYCIINWTmcPASRPR833bisqAExTVasp-ufWQjV_NkyRrdDx-8fBI2mBLMGmwj0PZv_G1ZAspk8sOmarQK6DnSRvj8VPdZCuDuqL69sITfduHVMmnYfom6yd6SRjzsQ8A4/s640/100_8477.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And it's warm and has ears!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XoUvWn-4FuMOha0GjtTC9iM0R7kvgIfRUji7HjLpZVGUIplYgtsqB80wzr994ZPuoFFbR_0DI15uKuyZGeYC4xTHH8XITRlpj1Y082VjpVoVGA3Bt7_ok-_gZ9oDehleOFVpSlrv2Sw/s1600/100_8478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3XoUvWn-4FuMOha0GjtTC9iM0R7kvgIfRUji7HjLpZVGUIplYgtsqB80wzr994ZPuoFFbR_0DI15uKuyZGeYC4xTHH8XITRlpj1Y082VjpVoVGA3Bt7_ok-_gZ9oDehleOFVpSlrv2Sw/s640/100_8478.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Duffy's such a good sport and puts up with Apollo's antics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipyu0OkyYdjw7ACQV6NrZB5YmI9s3s_1m47SqDjoOiSQUND1AbE7CFVXAtdwT-UllGIMnf34uS0odioL_YsSwWCbUNGykL5QUdQT2HxGMQTRz8W4_FRsDcXhFgU9QnEx1-J4_P-FTOEw/s1600/100_8483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipyu0OkyYdjw7ACQV6NrZB5YmI9s3s_1m47SqDjoOiSQUND1AbE7CFVXAtdwT-UllGIMnf34uS0odioL_YsSwWCbUNGykL5QUdQT2HxGMQTRz8W4_FRsDcXhFgU9QnEx1-J4_P-FTOEw/s640/100_8483.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">As you may or may not know, he never took to a pacifier like my two oldest did. Instead, this is what he finagled:</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Last week something mysterious happened.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">With his breakfast Apollo ate a banana.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I noticed there was one left.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Soon after, I did my run and went to the kitchen to fetch the last banana.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When I went to retrieve it, it was gone!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I called out to Apollo who was hiding behind the couch.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When I asked if he ate the banana his reply was,</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">"the banana flew down my mouth!"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The boys grabbed some balls and then disappeared.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I heard noises coming from the bathroom</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">and decided to investigate. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here's what I found:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And here they are in action:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Notice how Luke squints his eyes each time Apollo throws the basketball up into the air. So cute!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6hC7z-ajjU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6hC7z-ajjU&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Buddy graduated to a toddler bed. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm thinking this happened a couple of months ago. Sheesh! Such is the story of my life. The adjustment went quite well. The only draw back was that he wanted to sleep with his (actually mine) mini drawer full of notions (tacks, rubberbands, buttons, misc. game pieces, etc...) that he loves playing with (and drives me crazy). When I insisted they stay on the ground he pitched a fit. Other than that, all went well. </span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Later on, all is well. Fast asleep.</span> </span></em><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Well, check out who did the very same thing:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ovuExiGE9Vr-m-MqvlxrUPbeYrOZyeZgYxrJz_a3rlIn_MzNdSBdOgm6dggwYItNqdsYy4iI6pb7aV6ovuCVqI_O175TxSbQrbYg06VCw41LKcE9Lc62jscFTTAf8dJCwKAz4vwcUR8/s1600-h/100_5457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ovuExiGE9Vr-m-MqvlxrUPbeYrOZyeZgYxrJz_a3rlIn_MzNdSBdOgm6dggwYItNqdsYy4iI6pb7aV6ovuCVqI_O175TxSbQrbYg06VCw41LKcE9Lc62jscFTTAf8dJCwKAz4vwcUR8/s640/100_5457.JPG" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<a href="http://s378.photobucket.com/albums/oo230/difyga/signatures/?action=view&current=xoxoxomouse-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="medium size" border="0" src="http://i378.photobucket.com/albums/oo230/difyga/signatures/xoxoxomouse-1.jpg" /></a>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-36282844971982310142010-02-25T17:24:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:56:53.527-08:00Another Milestone!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuScVieIP5RczuA8M9rVcWdv_OhWsxok8pkvnG-7KodL-86pAy8FFihMZXD5Ie2n-HWJPWsI1CHaV8P9y7c75gcP8oX8ItETYw_nQCPTCSNlTdw0cT19DZQbZVkTvnK45Evfd7EDZkRw/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_5293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuScVieIP5RczuA8M9rVcWdv_OhWsxok8pkvnG-7KodL-86pAy8FFihMZXD5Ie2n-HWJPWsI1CHaV8P9y7c75gcP8oX8ItETYw_nQCPTCSNlTdw0cT19DZQbZVkTvnK45Evfd7EDZkRw/s640/Copy+of+100_5293.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Before I begin with this milestone, I must explain why it's "another milestone." </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Plain and simple, I haven't blogged about the first one yet. It's on it's way...</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">And now this milestone: </span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Potty Training! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">We tried several months ago, but decided Buddy wasn't quite ready. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Today HE decided he was ready and asked to sit on his</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">"potty froggy." </span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">I was already prepared with the intent of getting him trained </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">as soon as I had a non-busy week to dedicate my time. I had a basket-ful of goodies for him to choose from each time he went in his "potty froggy." </span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">His first three choices (surprise, surprise) were the Hot Wheels cars:</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUPtXwL0PT0Foi8ApTl5IU1y28kSFAm8BVBiq7l8-KoTEpzcmGjxXrA-GR6PpQyMyViwOysB1EQk6bCtYuMrn0ZOc8mE83XIXIJrLB_dd8l9sgyXrQ4k0dqvvDevEuvvpa1a01dEo-aI/s1600-h/Copy+of+100_5321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiUPtXwL0PT0Foi8ApTl5IU1y28kSFAm8BVBiq7l8-KoTEpzcmGjxXrA-GR6PpQyMyViwOysB1EQk6bCtYuMrn0ZOc8mE83XIXIJrLB_dd8l9sgyXrQ4k0dqvvDevEuvvpa1a01dEo-aI/s640/Copy+of+100_5321.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-53240691852135217312010-01-28T20:44:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:55:27.655-08:00Thousands of Dollars!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBgTz75KY_29AvQBkHFX0Z8maTxBXL-p3gwe7X6PdViOzAVuUVDnDtp9IEGqv_WanOgRPWYNPfA1R9hjPsjfV9_BS3I4MscJ0K3NJ_8-Mjh7DauCVbO1DxSeFHajfpOx9l0g3x1vy8mU/s1600-h/wallet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBgTz75KY_29AvQBkHFX0Z8maTxBXL-p3gwe7X6PdViOzAVuUVDnDtp9IEGqv_WanOgRPWYNPfA1R9hjPsjfV9_BS3I4MscJ0K3NJ_8-Mjh7DauCVbO1DxSeFHajfpOx9l0g3x1vy8mU/s400/wallet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tonight I asked Bud to quickly grab my wallet so I could put a hold on a movie before anyone else did since it was the only copy available in this area and I've been dying to see it. After he handed it to me I quickly opened it up to find my debit card. Meanwhile Buddy magically appeared out of knowhere, glued himself to my side and asked, "Mommy, can I have a thousand dollars?" I don't know where he gets this stuff. It's not like we're talking all the time about the thousands of dollars that we don't have. Tax refund season IS coming up so maybe he overheard us talking about that. hmmmm.... </div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-19220230390291947812010-01-16T09:00:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:54:05.179-08:00Space Ship<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4iAcsPfbjYjM7BT98mVP_jS3I5H8Hs-ifkBiCrMrpkP2lKqkqshBJrxBa5aS-uoIPG8XQcOstNT8VRE31xvwHY4SWClCDQ69SwdY_EjDpz2krq4P2gkvBJBHwFmphoPNJV94dCFvBmWI/s1600-h/100_5038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4iAcsPfbjYjM7BT98mVP_jS3I5H8Hs-ifkBiCrMrpkP2lKqkqshBJrxBa5aS-uoIPG8XQcOstNT8VRE31xvwHY4SWClCDQ69SwdY_EjDpz2krq4P2gkvBJBHwFmphoPNJV94dCFvBmWI/s320/100_5038.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recently I returned from my amazing cruise from San Diego to Ensanada, Mexico. Since I returned at midnight I didn't get a chance to say goodnight to the kids. So the following morning I was greeted by Buddy who had hopped in my bed and was cuddling with me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's our first conversation:</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mom, did you go to Sandy Diego?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">me, "yes"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mom, did you go to Mexico?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">me, "yes"</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mom, did you go on a space ship?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">me, LAUGHING!!!!!!</div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-78043846615318946872010-01-15T00:28:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:51:54.755-08:00Are You Not Being Debbie?<div style="text-align: center;">Yesterday after I hopped out of the shower, and still with a towel on my head, Buddy approached me and asked, "are you not being Debbie?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1BqoZTz3pC7o2FK8UIPbSEXH_JtuhTgy9OvfGUYyoq8jD4nYoHBWc08loavW8wO1dxrFF8D2tIZIuqW1vSz8Y9UQnpzN4C25BRxIOYRziMMYZHMpzeQrjcZWAAv18uzYG9ADIp7rqX4/s1600-h/utah+538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1BqoZTz3pC7o2FK8UIPbSEXH_JtuhTgy9OvfGUYyoq8jD4nYoHBWc08loavW8wO1dxrFF8D2tIZIuqW1vSz8Y9UQnpzN4C25BRxIOYRziMMYZHMpzeQrjcZWAAv18uzYG9ADIp7rqX4/s400/utah+538.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Debbie is my wonderful sis. And the funny thing about this is that he only started saying this within the last few weeks. The last time he was around Debbie was back in June while we were in Utah. You would think the little guy would have said it a lot sooner after just being there. </div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-53261986804895294802009-12-31T00:36:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:50:35.112-08:00Buddy Rocks!<div style="text-align: center;">One of Buddy's favorite shows is called the Fresh Beat Band. It's basically a group of younger adults dancing, singing and playing their musical instruments all to some sort of story line. Quite entertaining.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I find him like this as he's watching his show:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kLK1Agpmo6ulzozv9TdytnWHLIZxc1YosU-4UFOEOMPEX-ByiFAZjAxIH_uSOn4sBv7Zt3UZ8wvjHa4D4mzCpmRtiQqXieRVClMOAx1O1rGZPI8CsnL3_RZy3U4F8DvExnrUNVWDhNg/s1600-h/100_4471+(Large).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kLK1Agpmo6ulzozv9TdytnWHLIZxc1YosU-4UFOEOMPEX-ByiFAZjAxIH_uSOn4sBv7Zt3UZ8wvjHa4D4mzCpmRtiQqXieRVClMOAx1O1rGZPI8CsnL3_RZy3U4F8DvExnrUNVWDhNg/s400/100_4471+(Large).JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGhXjiYZ_oZC0OQ5IKQ_61kdvCe2jdV4n5cD37PqP-DzYpSCZbfBSnxghaAgvve5qF_B6yXDmK4FErBTQFK0rM9Lw9d1OOGZJUzEy5ycyTI9vbi3YUU65Yit1CrKjscXRLM8sCrSWfKU/s1600-h/100_4464+(Large).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSGhXjiYZ_oZC0OQ5IKQ_61kdvCe2jdV4n5cD37PqP-DzYpSCZbfBSnxghaAgvve5qF_B6yXDmK4FErBTQFK0rM9Lw9d1OOGZJUzEy5ycyTI9vbi3YUU65Yit1CrKjscXRLM8sCrSWfKU/s400/100_4464+(Large).JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKsBt0OTRyYoon10QqeJZ-p03gEG399qCtQIeXK7JSnmcfYOZhoLWijciY9NnYxBLVSKZVR3jb8f-mpOBFF_VBbcHhlBJsMpfusT-fICIGym8Xr30TulVFgHffLIwUBMMYMbrD9eRAC8/s1600-h/100_4469+(Large).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKsBt0OTRyYoon10QqeJZ-p03gEG399qCtQIeXK7JSnmcfYOZhoLWijciY9NnYxBLVSKZVR3jb8f-mpOBFF_VBbcHhlBJsMpfusT-fICIGym8Xr30TulVFgHffLIwUBMMYMbrD9eRAC8/s400/100_4469+(Large).JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">And here's a video I sorta snuck of him on a different day, but in the same guitar playing mode:</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ko7BpEyQ6dk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ko7BpEyQ6dk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-75810910469681901452009-12-30T21:34:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:49:16.317-08:00Gingerbread Man<div style="text-align: center;">At our Christmas Party this year, Gingy was our special guest. All the kids got their pictures taken with him, including Buddy. This first picture was showing his insecurities about this round-headed brown guy. He was NOT amused:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQc7cAiCnX_LRhgcoqD1UmXeH9egLFpz1Bz6K6MPL-9P-lb_dzP3bcnJFRvI0MzyUsRSjyN17wRehCmVkI8wumWG_5EE-GvDrKB8fNtZKgyuWflkqoROg2dupvc4fIzD1UAsw6qtvd-3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0276+(Large).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQc7cAiCnX_LRhgcoqD1UmXeH9egLFpz1Bz6K6MPL-9P-lb_dzP3bcnJFRvI0MzyUsRSjyN17wRehCmVkI8wumWG_5EE-GvDrKB8fNtZKgyuWflkqoROg2dupvc4fIzD1UAsw6qtvd-3Q/s640/IMG_0276+(Large).jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This next picture is when I was explaining to him who was really inside the costume (Jayce):</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdP6wgB6ERmDYOj-LlHjI2jNaHjEw3yKolu-oT7ooFSPYJZF-w9VX8Xkht1pZYAQxE0M67sIeyQ7ZZ8I5kUJLGW9lCVVGrNR-bmyM-Yv4hFcoYb6Fvrv06CpYfmjjBKFI0OcSafkEDeUE/s1600-h/IMG_0277+(Large).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdP6wgB6ERmDYOj-LlHjI2jNaHjEw3yKolu-oT7ooFSPYJZF-w9VX8Xkht1pZYAQxE0M67sIeyQ7ZZ8I5kUJLGW9lCVVGrNR-bmyM-Yv4hFcoYb6Fvrv06CpYfmjjBKFI0OcSafkEDeUE/s640/IMG_0277+(Large).jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Once he knew who was inside, he let loose and was all smiles:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKItlfjHA6XZzsj1-YOg-D5lCgihjlxIMcc4DggBdEqJ4m-bh06VcjjV2VaxCMglArbDUeap2MYOhweP3h1Usa5oibWuujaXaZD7-OawnTQDXs31WurZ4OdlFboe7FTkKBU4ECyBNlbZc/s1600-h/IMG_0278+(Large).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKItlfjHA6XZzsj1-YOg-D5lCgihjlxIMcc4DggBdEqJ4m-bh06VcjjV2VaxCMglArbDUeap2MYOhweP3h1Usa5oibWuujaXaZD7-OawnTQDXs31WurZ4OdlFboe7FTkKBU4ECyBNlbZc/s640/IMG_0278+(Large).jpg" /></a></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-80368346330736876242009-11-28T22:42:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:50:50.216-08:00Drinking Bubbly<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">For Thanksgiving Buddy was allowed to have some sparkling bubbly. Okay, it was non-alcoholic white grape juice. He is demonstrating to us the "correct" way to drink bubbly:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHUZSvEn3-gPMALGSQDedtL0xweXlZxSN6En5gk4Yg54BNHbQOfBZKGR67YJY4pogizlBKCUR_OnQVQ24Jjr4aaIl-a78bp02gYYzxBwKwu3YhQVhA2mxSD6chT1dqTqBG7HrUpvSBfo/s1600/DSC08036+%28Large%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHUZSvEn3-gPMALGSQDedtL0xweXlZxSN6En5gk4Yg54BNHbQOfBZKGR67YJY4pogizlBKCUR_OnQVQ24Jjr4aaIl-a78bp02gYYzxBwKwu3YhQVhA2mxSD6chT1dqTqBG7HrUpvSBfo/s640/DSC08036+%28Large%29.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Notice the finger position... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98ZG3V2oCJqQJjSPtRwahWZyB-kMpbPuaTB5VT-wkXAaFMstmn3nWi0lcHMY-1YcrmymrFtP8d7y5HYA6ODVB3rRzlr-iDdAlQgcDJ0HxmqnU_HifirFwfiURAB6Jtw25NElsrKT5ADs/s1600/DSC08037+%28Large%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98ZG3V2oCJqQJjSPtRwahWZyB-kMpbPuaTB5VT-wkXAaFMstmn3nWi0lcHMY-1YcrmymrFtP8d7y5HYA6ODVB3rRzlr-iDdAlQgcDJ0HxmqnU_HifirFwfiURAB6Jtw25NElsrKT5ADs/s640/DSC08037+%28Large%29.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmJCnC3Qv2C7gnaOlZlp0mo21nKvglCBAADm8GoZQACeuQoTrBfVN7UBUgKaRS4vsXSeVCmKchG6VqEeUUlmWDWwu7K6MwSjr1oJLpGdpO0Zg1KH9u2nD4CfShmZQ-jwjfW3XyTLJZCU/s1600/DSC08035+%28Large%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmJCnC3Qv2C7gnaOlZlp0mo21nKvglCBAADm8GoZQACeuQoTrBfVN7UBUgKaRS4vsXSeVCmKchG6VqEeUUlmWDWwu7K6MwSjr1oJLpGdpO0Zg1KH9u2nD4CfShmZQ-jwjfW3XyTLJZCU/s640/DSC08035+%28Large%29.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now he shows us the "incorrect" way to hold your goblet.</span></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-66237564495548486752009-11-16T21:53:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:47:16.247-08:00SpidersDuring FHE tonight we were chit chatting about fear and how Buddy has no fear. We each started asking him questions.<br />
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<b>Bud</b>: are you afraid of spiders?<br />
<b style="color: #cc0000;">Buddy</b>: yeah <br />
<b>Mom</b>: are you afraid of smarties?<br />
<b><span style="color: #cc0000;">Buddy</span></b>: yeah<br />
<b>Sib</b>: are you afraid of Sascha?<br />
<b style="color: #cc0000;">Buddy</b>: yeah<br />
<b>Bud</b>: are you afraid of the Fresh Beat Band?<br />
<b style="color: #cc0000;">Buddy</b>: yeah<br />
<b>Daddy</b>: Apollo, are spiders scary?<br />
<b style="color: #cc0000;">Buddy</b>: I like bugs.<br />
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***Moral of the story: Buddy doesn't know the meaning of afraid, but he most certainly likes bugs!Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-66658462235010117442009-11-16T21:39:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:52:47.100-08:00Tucking In<div style="text-align: center;">Every night before I go to bed I always check on the kids to make sure they're okay. Last night around midnight I went in and reached down to pull the covers up over Buddy who was fast asleep. Right as my hands left the blankets he turned his head toward me, looked into my eyes and said, "I like to play Boggle!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkygd30uNcq1m5zkh_A_3XrFdywgokr8cTc8_UxC86CwA_dMx9TQRxaVW3PnaiROI7Uub7H4XNTK3nbrk6sJApzw5emMeq2CJ44Y4W5BqAS8q9RmIVUGU0c8usrL-UB7GG1dmpUhFU3go/s1600/Boggle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkygd30uNcq1m5zkh_A_3XrFdywgokr8cTc8_UxC86CwA_dMx9TQRxaVW3PnaiROI7Uub7H4XNTK3nbrk6sJApzw5emMeq2CJ44Y4W5BqAS8q9RmIVUGU0c8usrL-UB7GG1dmpUhFU3go/s200/Boggle.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He kills me! I tried not to laugh too hard and quickly told him goodnight. I went back into the living room where Steve asked me what he was saying since he could hear his voice. After I told him what happened, he too could not stop laughing. </div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-8731571912970291852009-11-12T23:47:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:45:06.884-08:00Yuler<div style="text-align: center;">What one might call a "tape measure," is actually a "yuler." Check it out for yourself and turn up your volume:</div><br />
<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/89M2xm34LOI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/89M2xm34LOI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-24247161291402493452009-11-09T11:13:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:52:15.557-08:00Bud's Being A Mean!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHdfcHOycAS1-8S1xIFahiDBe6xS-tKcUxjQDGcDPxAV1TgavRXO38E_BDsQpvaMcsLqfu_xPpOObAEetT5Wq8OPTcnBfI9pO0GPIbdkgN_tdxBFC03nPG-VT5gB6xmIXV0VkGj-1wWM/s1600-h/Copy+of+bud+dad+sib+003+%28Large%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHdfcHOycAS1-8S1xIFahiDBe6xS-tKcUxjQDGcDPxAV1TgavRXO38E_BDsQpvaMcsLqfu_xPpOObAEetT5Wq8OPTcnBfI9pO0GPIbdkgN_tdxBFC03nPG-VT5gB6xmIXV0VkGj-1wWM/s400/Copy+of+bud+dad+sib+003+%28Large%29.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Instead of saying, Bud's being mean, he says:</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; color: red; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>"Mom, Bud's being a mean!"</b></span></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-954103384072395200.post-40933781211489554892009-11-09T10:55:00.000-08:002010-02-25T21:43:42.376-08:00Baking Soda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPkWY_2XOpG9vG77m6f0T5apVpRAvvGwqjKDwncgcJg9ARRA8a7HjH4Oh8Ji1TWbBZ6xECTiJ1e_6ZE-4MppiycGeMWfR3J8uoGADiNpsRAbjfSc-gWvSMdi2V9Hpt7baC7yF-9lium0/s1600-h/baking+soda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiPkWY_2XOpG9vG77m6f0T5apVpRAvvGwqjKDwncgcJg9ARRA8a7HjH4Oh8Ji1TWbBZ6xECTiJ1e_6ZE-4MppiycGeMWfR3J8uoGADiNpsRAbjfSc-gWvSMdi2V9Hpt7baC7yF-9lium0/s200/baking+soda.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>What do you think he calls soda pop? The picture above answers that question for you.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>"Mommy, can I please have some baking soda?"</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGkUEJyPPtERLC1S4i4AEEcMQFT9iDa8a29obUjQxXZMyeZb-QRG956UUhtZ-_VOyJGxzTRE5RzCa_danEEI5oZLwjZrgMLHN5rQ1g7XFyLWHwGiIE6hKfijKna0IEvSR1xqpueAVzTY/s1600-h/100_3001+%28Large%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGkUEJyPPtERLC1S4i4AEEcMQFT9iDa8a29obUjQxXZMyeZb-QRG956UUhtZ-_VOyJGxzTRE5RzCa_danEEI5oZLwjZrgMLHN5rQ1g7XFyLWHwGiIE6hKfijKna0IEvSR1xqpueAVzTY/s320/100_3001+%28Large%29.JPG" /></a></div>Dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00791740983153974785noreply@blogger.com0