tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86830592024-03-14T03:54:23.174-05:00the way I see itdrawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1147581162104920002006-05-13T23:25:00.000-05:002006-05-13T23:32:42.113-05:00a night at the movies!The kids took me out to see a movie tonight (well, more like I took them really) for mother's day (which, not so much today, but tomorrow.. but you know) We went to see <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/rv/">RV</a> . The parts of the movie I saw were pretty cute. But then I'm a fan of the National Lampoons Vacation movies too. Thank peter I decided to purchase 2 snack pac's, and 1 family pac at the concession stand, because that was the only thing keeping my kids in their seats. I literally had to hand out smarties to kids 1 at a time the entire length of the movie. They liked the rv crashing and mishap parts, but the rest was a little over their heads. And I only had to take Hannah to the bathroom twice! Woooo!<br /><br />I SO better be getting breakfast made for me tomorrow too ...drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1147287168561224222006-05-10T13:45:00.000-05:002006-05-10T14:02:10.993-05:00Yum!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/feet.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/feet.jpg" border="0" /></a>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1147286704070912692006-05-10T13:39:00.000-05:002006-05-10T13:45:04.083-05:00new school better than old school, so, yay!old school wasn't "bad". it's just that the only kids going into kindergarten with him were 3 girls. and while that may be fun and all when he's, say, a teenager. we'll be going with the school with a nice even 5 girls, 5 boys registered.<br /><br />plus this new school! they do fun stuff! like, taking walks to the local grocery store for soap! and to the post office! what little kid doesn't love a field trip to the post office? and they are having a teddy bear picnic. in which the children will wear their pajamas. to school. they'll play games, wear their pj's, eat snacks and did I mention wear their jammies? how cute is that?<br /><br />and for nursery graduation? they wear real little caps and gowns. I could cry right now at the thought. omg, it's too much cute for me, really.<br /><br />so yay! new school a successssssss.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1147148890499369772006-05-08T23:15:00.000-05:002006-05-08T23:28:10.523-05:00new school tomorrow..So, it's gonna be a big day. We've decided to check out a different school for my son tomorrow. He'll be starting kindergarten in September and the school he's presently enrolled in preschool at has 4 girls in his class and him. No other boys. Is it weird that I'm so sad about that?! His new school though? Will have 5 other boys! And 5 other girls! (yes, that's alot for our little towns) I hope it's perfect. My shy little guy. He was so nervous about tomorrow he couldn't fall asleep for over an hour tonight. I hope he loves it - I'm so nervous for him. It breaks my heart to hear him sad and scared. Blah.<br /><br />Wish us luck!drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1146935235616058412006-05-06T12:04:00.000-05:002006-05-06T12:07:15.626-05:00hmmmm..<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/sleepy.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it's not the softest place to lay your head.....but whatever works I say.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1146764264858153042006-05-04T12:18:00.000-05:002006-05-04T12:37:44.920-05:00I'm sick...I don't feel well at all. I've got an ache in my tummy. I'm pretty sure I'll pull through - but it's gonna be hard. I feel really nervous, and unsure. Pretty sad about having to hold off. Oh, and I'm pretty sure what I've got is contagious. I've got the fever. The baby fever. <br /><br />Everyone around me, friends, relatives.. are having more babies! I love having babies! MY baby is so big already - when did he get so BIG? I want more. I'm afraid if I have more that still won't be enough. I'm sad just thinking about the day I once and for all say that I'm done. That I won't ever feel a little baby growing inside me again. I wish my memory were a little better, so that I could remember the sickness, the always sleepy, the pain. I wish I could remember the excitment, the joy, the anticipation. Because then maybe just remembering would be enough. But it's not.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure this sickness I have is crazy. But I can't help it.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1146253238791158262006-04-28T14:30:00.000-05:002006-04-28T14:40:38.853-05:00SunsetThe sun setting looked so pretty during a walk last night...<br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/sunset.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/400/sunset.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/sunset.jpg"></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/sunset.jpg"></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/sunset.jpg"></a> </p><p> </p>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1146239654935345382006-04-28T09:31:00.000-05:002006-04-28T10:54:14.996-05:00did that guys hair burn???so this morning while my husband and almost 5 year old son were watching the sports highlights, the tv mentioned how this guy was fired. the guy happened to have grey hair. my little boy wonders though, did that guy's hair burn? get it? fired? grey hair? <em>burnt in a fire?</em> <br /><br />ha! they don't miss a beat, do they.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1146067917643105432006-04-26T11:05:00.000-05:002006-04-26T11:11:57.716-05:00Dora Time!We use Dora time in our house. As in, we'll be there in 2 dora shows. Pizza takes roughly 1 dora time to cook. And bedtime is approximately 18 dora times away. (<em>yay!) </em><br /><br />Shut up, how else do you explain time to a 3 and 5 year old? They know the big hand on the clock goes around one time for 1 hour, but that means nothing to them! <em>As if</em> they are going to sit there watching the clock waiting for that! But dora time means mommy gets to get some other stuff done instead of answering a million times that <em>it's not time yet!</em><br /><em></em><br />Whatever works, ya know?<br /><br />mmmm pizza....drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1145980866710371582006-04-25T10:56:00.000-05:002006-04-25T12:11:07.710-05:00the do-it-yourself-home-hair-dying-fun post.so, yeah. we are currently 15:36 into the 25:00 minutes this is gonna take. I've heard all the horror stories of home hair dying and it turning out purple or orange or whatever, but I don't have that problem. Apparently I've got stubborn mousy dark brown hair because no matter the colour, the brand, the time I always end up with the same boring colour. I suppose I should consider myself lucky because really, who wants purple or orange hair??? I just want something a little different! Lighter maybe! You think?<br /><br />Who thinks I've just jinxed myself here? eeeeekkk!<br /><br />UPDATE<br /><br />ok, that was <em>close. </em>Like, so close I'm feeling a little bit shakey now just thinking of what could have happened! orangeness! I DID curse myself! If <a href="http://honestyrain.com">Denice</a> hadn't said, wait - woah, what are you using?! I would have left it on 45 minutes instead of the recommended 25. As it was I left it on for 35 minutes. Scary Scary stuff, I'm telling you.<br /><br />This is how it turned out....<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/DSC02077.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/DSC02077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yikes!drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1144854107263253632006-04-12T09:22:00.000-05:002006-04-12T10:01:49.126-05:00I suck at being constant with this thing...but look! I have something cute to show you!!<br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/baby2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/baby2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />baby showing off his latest milestone.....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/baby.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>you don't think I can DO it???</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/babypushups.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/babypushups.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />baby pushups!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/babystrong.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/babystrong.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />all the cool babies are doing it!drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1142454850610290752006-03-15T14:19:00.000-06:002006-03-15T14:34:10.673-06:00Who needs to sleep?Not me, that's who. No way. If I never get a single moment of sleep my entire life I will be JUST fine. Really. I have sort of gone into robot mode. I am not in a solid place right now. My nights have become so interrupted and basically fucked up that I've decided why bother? Gavin thinks he can just lay in my bed and grunt and fart all night. Hannah is a bit sicky, and while she's tiny - she knows how to use all of a king size bed.<br /><br />But I'm fine, I have been weaned off sleep! How great is that? I am baking cakes, and cleaning floors, I am emptying garbages and doing dishes, I am taking care of sick and cranky kids, building forts, and folding laundry (gasp!) all with zero chocolate in my system.<br /><br />I'm a freaking Rock Star. Seriously. That, and I need some alcohol!drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141947068617888882006-03-09T17:21:00.000-06:002006-03-09T17:31:08.626-06:00so this grad dress thing...I did it. I found it. I tried it on. It was hilarious. I wasn't upset because I think I look pretty hot (lol) right now. I've worked hard (well, not so much - just nursing and eating better) but damn, the chocolate I love.<br /><br />Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, yes. The dress. Turns out it's a size 9/10. NINE/TEN! I had no idea I was that skinny before! 9/10 is fucking smoking when you're 5'7". lol But I tried it on anyway. I didn't feel that slim when I was that slim - weird the way that works, huh?But I am so not a size 9/10 anymore. More like a 14/16. The jeans I'm wearing today are a 14 and a bit big. I don't know why I didn't just leave it in the bag when I looked at the size! I laughed the entire time trying it on, because hello? What moron tries to put it on anyway? I'll never be a size 9/10 again. It's body hugging, it's black, it's shaped like a freaking hour glass, and I'm so fine with never fitting into that again. The extra skin and stretched out abs I refuse to really properly tighten because I hate sit ups will never ever squeeze into that dress again. But I'm keeping it, because my kids will never believe Mom used to be that hot. hehedrawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141847242604894832006-03-08T13:44:00.000-06:002006-03-08T13:47:22.616-06:00lovelove love James Blunt. His song "You're Beautiful" makes me cry.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141837648202424132006-03-08T11:00:00.000-06:002006-03-08T11:07:28.213-06:00today it's time for things that annoy me...when my kids take the pillows off the couches and mess them up. whether it just be the decorative pillows, they are never in the right place! or the actual seat cushions, they make great forts you know, fucking hell.<br /><br />the way the little thingy in the top of my dishwasher keeps falling off.<br /><br />and the soap I'm currently using in my dishwasher leaves the dishes all streaky, no matter what I do.<br /><br />the way I need to tell dylan 700 times to get dressed before finally threatening to take away a toy!!<br /><br />the way Oprah interrupts everyone on her show allll the time.<br /><br />that my 2 year old is more independant than my 4 year old!!! omg kid!!!<br /><br />the way terry just drops his clothes where ever in the house after I cleaned up all day!!!!!<br /><br />that Lost is a rerun tonight. ugh.<br /><br /><br /><em>with the way the day is going.. I'm sure I'll add more later. blaaahhh..</em>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141531045092871802006-03-04T21:38:00.000-06:002006-03-04T21:57:25.103-06:00oh! oh! I forgot!!A couple things..<br /><br />So I've been trying to get back in shape after having my kids - and it's been going pretty well. I started this weight loss support group in January of 2005 and the WEEK after I joined I found out I was pregnant with Gavin. So I quit going. Who wants to diet when they are pregnant? Then a month after Gavin was born I started to go again. And I ended up weighing the exact same thing 1 month post partum as I did the first week I joined. Everyone was pretty amazed at that. I don't know if it's the nursing (gotta be) because I don't really do that much exercise. Just trying to eat less, and better.<br /><br />Anyway! Tonight I thought I'd try on some outfits.. you know, the ones that are pushed waaaaay to the back of your closet, the ones that are dusty on top from lack of wear. Yeah, those ones. One was a skirt/jacket suit that I can't even remember what I bought it for it's that old, and it fit! One was a bridesmaid dress from my best friend in highschool. She was married before I was. And it was BIG on me tonight. BIG! BAGGY! Hanging off of me! eeeeee!! I tried on my wedding dress too. My poor poor forgotten about wedding dress. The train is still muddy from walking through the puddles on my wedding night. I left it hanging out so I can take it to the cleaners the next time I go. The wedding dress fit almost perfectly. It was a bit big on me too, but would pass.<br /><br />Do I DARE try on my highschool graduation dress???? Terry says no way. He says it won't fit - not even close. He sucks. Is it a bad idea to try it on? And risk it not fitting? Risk him being RIGHT? Ugh, I'd hate that! What do I do?drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141529879475797532006-03-04T21:29:00.000-06:002006-03-04T21:37:59.486-06:00just tucked my little campers in...Tonight, my kids are camping together in my 4 year olds bedroom. On the floor. Complete with sleeping bags and flashlights. Who knew how exciting that could be? When I was growing up my sisters and I all shared a bedroom (with my littlest sister sleeping in the laundry room because the bedroom wasn't that big - but we still let her call it her room. Nice of us, ya? So they are in there, each with their own stuffed animal whispering and giggling and no doubt plotting about the many ways they'll make me lose my cool tomorrow. But tonight? It's perfect and I'm so very very lucky.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141425867065610962006-03-03T16:10:00.000-06:002006-03-03T16:44:27.110-06:00CowsSo I took the kids outside for a walk today and well, there aren't alot of places to go BUT to the cow pens, so...<br /><br />Here's a Mommy with her new baby who was born early this morning. Not the poor Mom's best side, I know. But still, aren't they cute? In case you were wondering? My job in the whole cow deal is to write the cow's numbers on the tags that go in their ears. Not WHILE it's in the cows ears, but spread out nicely on my kitchen table.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/cow1.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/cow1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So then we thought lets go where the action happens so we went here...<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/cow2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/cow2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That barn in the back there? That's where the babies are born. It gets pretty nasty in there so we decided to stay out. The kids asked me if they could give some Hay to the cows. I said sure, <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/cow3.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/cow3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and Hannah - the girl with no fear - ran right up.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/cow4.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/cow4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />then Dylan thought - ok, she did it - I'll give them hay too!<br /><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/cow5.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/cow5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Only, does it not look a little frightening to you the way they are all standing there looking at them? Like, they will totally eat these kids if they fall into the trough? Yeah, that's what I thought, too.<br /><br />My cow, yes, I have a cow. I picked her out all on my own.. I didn't get a picture of her. She was out eating or laying down. Being a cow is a busy life you know. But she's red. With a white face. And her name is Georgia.drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141401951745629542006-03-03T10:00:00.000-06:002006-03-03T10:05:51.746-06:00We don't just hug around here!We squeak. Any time I hug my kids they squeak. I know it's not a good hug unless they squeak. Is that weird? lol After they squeak, we might giggle, and I might tickle them and they might giggle for me to do it again.<br /><br /><em>Love it.</em>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141361955639807292006-03-02T22:49:00.000-06:002006-03-02T22:59:15.640-06:00And now, THE DRESS!aka - practice dress aka - my first attempt aka - it's ugly mom.<br /><br />*sigh* she is SUCH a girl. I bribed her with gum to make her put it on and let me take a picture.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/practice%20dress.jpg" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p>In her defense though - it does look more nightgownish, than pretty summer dressish. But I was just practicing! It was an experiment! I didn't use a pattern! The fabric cost like 1.50! It's hard to tell in the picture, but it's a light purple with specks of pink and green and yellow and blue.</p><p>I have bigger and better ideas. More to come...</p><p>The girl <em>does </em>know how to strike a pose though, yes?</p>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141361358753167782006-03-02T22:33:00.000-06:002006-03-02T22:49:18.786-06:00really, like I needed more temptationmommy? can we make cookies? with raisins? <em>sure, honey, we can make cookies. </em><br /><br />hey, mom? I want my cookies with oatmeal. <em>ok, we'll make some with oatmeal too. </em><br /><br />me? well, I wanted cookies too, but I wanted mine with peanut butter, and chocolate chips <em>of course. </em><br /><br />so we made those too.<br /><br />ugh! <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/DSC01214.jpg" border="0" />drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141252938507249752006-03-01T16:24:00.000-06:002006-03-01T16:42:18.550-06:00hershey dark chocolate chips!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/new_dark_leftnav_promo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/320/new_dark_leftnav_promo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />they are soooooooooooooooo good. so good I felt the need to use multiple o's. I could eat the whole bag! and it's only, what 90 calories per tablespoon? And I'm estimating about 28 tablespoons per bag. That's only a mesely 2520 calories! Also, 5 grams of fat per tablespoon. 140 grams of fat! I can eat it all in one day, right? Isn't dark chocolate supposed to be good for you? Right? Please? The first ingredient is sugar though. That's probably not good. How many hours on the treadmill will I need if I eat the whole thing? How many episodes of Lost and Greys Anatomy do I need to watch while walking to work that off?<br /><br />Only, after eating about 2 tablespoons just now I'm starting to feel a little bit sick. Like, pukey and light headed. <em>*sigh*</em>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141189217005833912006-02-28T22:44:00.000-06:002006-02-28T23:00:17.040-06:00sewing! more sewing! ahh!omg omg omg *deep breath* I think someone might be way over their heads in this sewing business. omg omg. someone, not mentioning names, just might have bought 2 of every single thing the local fabric store had. omg we're talking things that stretch and things that wrinkle and things that zip and things that stick and things that drive. things that <em>drive</em> people. in a fabric store! omg omg! *exhale* Terry will KILL me if I don't make a minimum of 37 different items of clothing for our daughter with all these supplies. who DOES that? who lets their wife run rampant in a fabric store with all sorts of things fabricy!<br /><br />I know I can do it. I can. Honest. And I will. Am just feeling a wee bit overwhelmed about the pressure. I have to succeed now. If I don't I will never live it down. Just like that time I tried to make chicken cacciatore and even the dog wouldn't eat it. No one remembers that kick ass fettuccine I made that time, or the pizza - I fucking rule at making pizza. Or the soup. The <em>soup!</em> Noooooo, it's that stupid chicken thing. Chickens are dumb - but dresses - for cute darling little girls - MUST be perfect!<br /><br />The pressure, it is ON baby. Eeeeekkkkk!drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1141087494205522292006-02-27T18:35:00.000-06:002006-02-27T18:44:54.216-06:00so my 2 year old says...as I ask her if she'd like a milkshake for supper with her perogies and fish sticks and she tells me "But don't make it with that skinny milk!" as in skim milk. she doesn't want the skinny milk. why, you ask? because her father says that he doesn't like skim milk... says it's like drinking water. How will I ever get skinny if I can't drink the skinny milk I ask you!?drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8683059.post-1140844979934566992006-02-24T23:00:00.000-06:002006-02-24T23:22:59.946-06:00awww my heart. it just might explode.<span style="color:#9999ff;">She didn't know I was watching her "read" to him, then got all embarrassed when she did.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/reading4.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/200/reading4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/reading.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/200/reading.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> <img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/200/reading3.jpg" width="182" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/1600/caught.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1448/601/200/caught.jpg" border="0" /></a>drawdawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03170848216221782688noreply@blogger.com1