Jeff is practicing some sort of dark magic. All cherubs are in bed AND ASLEEP at 9:10 pm. Hold me, I’m scared.
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Jeff is practicing some sort of dark magic. All cherubs are in bed AND ASLEEP at 9:10 pm. Hold me, I’m scared.
The tooth fairy has visited the male cherub, yet again. At this rate that kid is gonna be able to pay for his mission. The LDS Church accepts teeth right?
It is insane how they all fall out at once! I am surprised Christopher has any teeth left. (Let me know what you find out about them accepting teeth. Knowing is half the battle and all that…)
Em is feeling better. It turns out it is not fifths disease, but she is allergic to the antibiotic. Good times. Jack lost his first tooth on Monday. Thank goodness. The damn thing was dangling around for days, really upping my ‘eeeww’ factor past what I can tolerate. The tooth fairy left him a little...
I am relieved about Em. I hate it when kiddies are sick. It’s just wrong, ya know.?
BWAH ha ha ha! on that photo. Killer.
And, “Asta la Pasta?” That only makes me adore you more. (That and you can dance. Hee!)
HAH! He reminds me of my boy….who spends a great deal of time flexing in the mirror and admiring himself. Too cute.
Your kids freaking crack me up! I can’t wait to see you! I’ll be in BR tomorrow, although my head will probably hit the pillow as soon as I arrive. I’ll call ya!
Ittttt’ss back. Apparently, anytime the she-child finishes up a round of antibiotics were gonna get to play. Stay tuned for snazzy new pictures to celebrate the redux addition.* *things are just getting started so really not worth documenting just yet.
What’s more fun than contagion? You’re soooo lucky.
;o) I’m here eagerly awaiting my turn. (Last year we got atypical pneumonia and coxsackie disease and at the tail end of this summer even a case of mono as an added bonus. That was the most fun of all…the spleen displacement was nothing compared to the whining about having to sit out of soccer.)
The dog is barking out front. Damn it, I didn’t even know he had gotten out. I take a second and decide I better go see. I swing open the door, a little old lady is standing there, “Damn it Murphey, get inside!” He looks at me and runs off. Typical. I scream “I hope...
Oh man- that’s really sad. I’m not looking forward to old age. I really hope I ‘leave’ before I start forgetting stuff and all of my friends start dying off. That was so nice of you to take her home. Did you ever find Murphy?
BFBelle, you never fail to amaze me. You are an angel. You have this talent of hitting the simplest solution and helping people get there. You’re awesome. I totally cried when I read this. Now I have to go reapply my makeup, thanks a lot.
yeah, Murph is home, unfortunately, never really goes far.
Now THAT is hilarious!
Oh, man. That tugs at the heartstrings. I think you rock. I also think that I.do.not.want.to.get.old.
Ya done good. I hope the dog was yapping at your front door when you got back.
I would be afraid to breathe for fear of waking them up!
Now if he did all of that and THEN brought you DP and York peppermint patties, you might need to wonder what was in the DP. DH is being a little TOO nice… What the hell is up?!
Question not the force merely bask in its benefits you should.
Egad!!! 🙂
We are very lucky, our two youngest, 8 and 4, are in bed each night by 8:00 pm. HOWEVER.. Boy #1 is almost 18 and stays up later than us occupying the TV (and thereby the phone being crazy country folk) all night…
Happy Holidays BTW in case I am not back here before Tuesday! It seems like all my time off is occupied with jobs… harrumph
Oh geez. It looks like Jeff got you with the dark magic after all- no word from you since the 19th! Better send out the search party with cans of Dr. Pepper as reinforcements- maybe that will sniff you out.