tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322986492024-03-07T00:21:01.130-05:00Surviving Motherhood One Day At A TimeHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-5109538348176109762010-04-16T13:53:00.003-04:002010-04-16T13:56:20.302-04:00Future PhotographerLast night, Miss V. discovered an ancient digital camera that was given to T. years ago. It works, when it has batteries, but he hasn't used it in probably 2 years. V. pulled it out of hiding and started to "snap" our pictures. <br />"Say cheese momma! Oh look. You a princess!"<br />And so on and so on. She then took the camera to the bathroom while she did her business. Mike, T. and I were in the other room, when we heard: "Tada! I did it. I take picture of my poop!"<br />Oh my. Maybe she's going to have a gallery of art someday only of her excrement.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-62964771669753366642010-03-22T13:55:00.004-04:002010-03-22T14:06:11.720-04:00A possible career?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUwqoBY3YcRcExwLisGbipXppx7QQuqZu3xUwWNleqYrZLEQTK_WSvENP9jZNOVolB0Yt4NrVcNmHkBDC6sQFm_DUfXUoMK_9DaCU8LkJh9gEmFyytestyIyJWcWegUyuQLV2/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUwqoBY3YcRcExwLisGbipXppx7QQuqZu3xUwWNleqYrZLEQTK_WSvENP9jZNOVolB0Yt4NrVcNmHkBDC6sQFm_DUfXUoMK_9DaCU8LkJh9gEmFyytestyIyJWcWegUyuQLV2/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451521016564644306" /></a><br />Little Miss V. was given a pair of light up costume shoes as a hand-me-down a few months ago. She immediately fell in love with them and proceeded to put them on. Now these are the Disney shoes that have the light up heel, are made of plastic, and clear. Now I have always thought they looked a little stripperish, and thought nothing more about them. As soon as she put them I, I decided right there she was only allowed to wear them in the house. She hasn't fought me on that (thank god!)and puts them on any chance she gets. Unfortunately her favorite way to wear them, is when she isn't wearing anything else BUT the shoes. She then proceeds to dance around in her "Princess" shoes. I don't know what I'm going to do with this child!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-46616157619452112332010-03-22T12:46:00.003-04:002010-03-22T12:48:46.601-04:00Where I've been...I've been a crappy blogger. I can't believe I haven't posted any type of update since Novemember. No Halloween pics, no Christmas, no nothing. None of the great sassy stories little Miss V. has been providing us with. None of the great leaps and bounds T. has made this year. None of my own fantastic accomplishments... lol...<br />I'm going to try to do better. I'm not going to attempt to catch up with the old stuff. It is too daunting of a task and frankly I just won't do it and it will keep me from blogging. So, that being said, I'll try to post new things soon.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-91576902002533134582009-11-29T15:51:00.002-05:002009-11-29T15:55:45.117-05:00QuattroI just discovered recently that my little girl counts to 10 in Spanish. I was very excited by this and so we count everything we see these days. The other morning I was attempting to get her dressed, myself dressed, T. dressed and everyone out the door, when I walked into her room half dressed (I was in my bra and underwear). I was helping her get into her clothes, when she looked at my chest and started to count in Spanish: "Uno, duos, tres, quattro..." I apparently have 4 ta-tas, instead of the usually 2. Hhhmmm.....Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-14298432746693436682009-11-29T15:47:00.001-05:002009-11-29T15:51:07.151-05:00The Best Part Of My Day...Every night when we put the kids down we have the same conversation: Tell me, what was the best part of the day? We get varying answers. Last Wednesday night, Grandma was spending the night. Mike was putting T. down and asked him our nightly question. T. answered: "Nothing was good." "What do you mean nothing?"<br />"Daddy, the best part hasn't happened yet." <br />"What is the best part T?<br />"The best part is when Grandma has a sleep over with me, and she hasn't come to bed yet."<br />I love how sweet he is!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-1941474044301112332009-11-29T15:44:00.001-05:002009-11-29T15:47:25.412-05:00Being ThankfulWhen asked at school last week, what he was thankful for, T. replied, "My women."<br />After we got home I asked him just who is women are, to which he replied, "My mommy, Grandma, V., and Mrs. Welty (his teacher).<br />Well, at least he knows who we are!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-92065871580541356042009-10-30T13:14:00.002-04:002009-10-30T13:16:49.965-04:00Pre Halloween Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2RgczORe5-4nzk-rUA20tMl31ZMyuXeeT1j1LySK-pgKjvcJnEMu6qphdRd8Uj204YJEbcYufsVmmJlamCDU09UpH1vA56HdvlsKXeuFUmv3WP4Yn0wbwE_GIPVO2cg_1Bh6/s1600-h/DSCF1962-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2RgczORe5-4nzk-rUA20tMl31ZMyuXeeT1j1LySK-pgKjvcJnEMu6qphdRd8Uj204YJEbcYufsVmmJlamCDU09UpH1vA56HdvlsKXeuFUmv3WP4Yn0wbwE_GIPVO2cg_1Bh6/s400/DSCF1962-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398443151876450114" /></a><br />There will be more to come, this being just a preview!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-58620712505648935662009-10-08T11:44:00.002-04:002009-10-08T11:51:00.075-04:00All Things Lead To The OceanLittle Girl started toilet training this week. She's doing surprising well with it at school too. Regardless, accidents happen, especially of the poop variety. Normally I would ask her wonderful teachers to toss the really nasty soiled ones. However on Tuesday V. was wearing her ONLY pair of Ariel (Little Mermaid) panties. When you buy the pack of princess panties it is the ONLY one in the bunch and she is not too interested in the other princesses at this point. So I asked her teachers to please save that pair for me if she had an accident. Well, pooped she did. We got them home and I put them in the toilet to clean them. I turn my back for half of a second and V. has flushed them down. I start yelling: "NO! Damn it the pipes are going to be clogged and this toilet will probably be broken like the other one!"<br />V. just looked at me and walked away. It didn't phase her in the least that Ariel was gone. T. on the other hand starts wailing: "Mommy! Ariel is going back to the ocean. She's going to be stuck in the pipes. Daddy needs to get her out!" He went on for 5 minutes or so, just inconsolable. I had to work at not laughing.. after all, Ariel going back to ocean isn't such a far fetched idea!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-47449886635356858082009-09-17T20:06:00.002-04:002009-09-17T20:11:58.648-04:00Liar liar pants on fireWhile trying to get the kids upstairs and ready for bed this evening after dinner, I happened to go into the powder room with V. There was toilet paper shredded all over the bathroom. "What the hell happened here?"<br />V. starts yelling over and over "T., T., T., T.,......"<br />"T. did you rip all this toilet paper?"<br />His initial response was to close his eyes, and look at me under his lashes, only to respond back with a shrug. <br />"T. did you DO this?"<br />"No Mommy, a ghost did it."<br />WTF?!?!?!<br />I tried so hard not to laugh and smirk, because frankly, it was funny and clever. HOWEVER, I don't want to start a precedent in his young life, where lying to his momma is ok.<br />I didn't think this would start so young...<br />I'm in for it. Imagine how much more creative his lies can/will become with age.....Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-34217136051166584542009-08-12T15:09:00.002-04:002009-08-12T15:12:41.266-04:00Summer Fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjte66FjAg3N1M4xeY-pqVLfBLNKiSxbK6-Y8ZSrlVWTWVJlPvBREPI1IXrJMwwgLI2bS3j3HhREznf6-CblLYB-AUIgJiL8iiy1npv2DRaTSvQoBPclZTfRCKoz1avDLAh0ypu/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjte66FjAg3N1M4xeY-pqVLfBLNKiSxbK6-Y8ZSrlVWTWVJlPvBREPI1IXrJMwwgLI2bS3j3HhREznf6-CblLYB-AUIgJiL8iiy1npv2DRaTSvQoBPclZTfRCKoz1avDLAh0ypu/s400/July09Thomas4party+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157284536255938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAPAaFjaK4dRg-rwkShsJgMlJDY8Z5k7FgFFg7cARObbNsB_aj_OKAvAANjsY2YPA-hyNEEHnUDrbg98rZfaZ1d38oypGyIHz6QkHssUO6DzHiOERxXG4OTqmyqov-VxkrzOz/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+124.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAPAaFjaK4dRg-rwkShsJgMlJDY8Z5k7FgFFg7cARObbNsB_aj_OKAvAANjsY2YPA-hyNEEHnUDrbg98rZfaZ1d38oypGyIHz6QkHssUO6DzHiOERxXG4OTqmyqov-VxkrzOz/s400/July09Thomas4party+124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157277578263378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDxmkqiIFSxvLUsZTla-xYsAPQRkccH51eQ5MgEJWCVwRZ15GFgfG1tYzORz4pd_QNu-AgnwKTbQtx8pfmgari7GCKWSU-kw6qhZWEpf7uWulnr9m0e2TvRl1V3MyfvNK6_WV/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+104.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDxmkqiIFSxvLUsZTla-xYsAPQRkccH51eQ5MgEJWCVwRZ15GFgfG1tYzORz4pd_QNu-AgnwKTbQtx8pfmgari7GCKWSU-kw6qhZWEpf7uWulnr9m0e2TvRl1V3MyfvNK6_WV/s400/July09Thomas4party+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157266428109986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogH_J3-RfLf7np5PfruZexxEREmR0LcGbU04qbB87GgIc4yyo-t_BlNi1jSmc5x2STpwneZwe28FkAJ5wBOXVLTDemlzK8TrUiUoOVt3vgOJr-9Uy57l1ZjxJ-3TVY6Mr3UN6/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogH_J3-RfLf7np5PfruZexxEREmR0LcGbU04qbB87GgIc4yyo-t_BlNi1jSmc5x2STpwneZwe28FkAJ5wBOXVLTDemlzK8TrUiUoOVt3vgOJr-9Uy57l1ZjxJ-3TVY6Mr3UN6/s400/July09Thomas4party+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157260590229266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0JhY3wnOleHpuDyDUz1midun8qjujUIiDOCZ2OburSO8wNZ6CDV4zWxJum5A238BM_jWz0SzlHUJEqn6sNcuNrNAvN54dS3hxHRXTE0_K3YSQzcT_k83TRi7DLV0bi9Z6bhM/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+103.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0JhY3wnOleHpuDyDUz1midun8qjujUIiDOCZ2OburSO8wNZ6CDV4zWxJum5A238BM_jWz0SzlHUJEqn6sNcuNrNAvN54dS3hxHRXTE0_K3YSQzcT_k83TRi7DLV0bi9Z6bhM/s400/July09Thomas4party+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369157252174760258" /></a><br />From grandma, T. recieved an easel for his birthday. We've been getting some good use out of it as well as the sprinkler!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-77252851548855348932009-08-12T15:04:00.003-04:002009-08-12T15:08:55.341-04:00A pirate says aaarrrrahhh!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wMGnYr-XeN7swOF8D374IfMjjvzOil_tCiXoSPIRdRNhh3m9E2q_F9Wb8hYiYuOaDESU96tBC-wMESS3jYC0xesMCVUsUD6_ibHqqHJgL83z2-r62yX89XCFid-cNwPYoX4Y/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1wMGnYr-XeN7swOF8D374IfMjjvzOil_tCiXoSPIRdRNhh3m9E2q_F9Wb8hYiYuOaDESU96tBC-wMESS3jYC0xesMCVUsUD6_ibHqqHJgL83z2-r62yX89XCFid-cNwPYoX4Y/s400/July09Thomas4party+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369155954506561650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22lqRDnaaxr-Jpsg-ZvjfmKUYxSeDX2jpWoGlwSdMC7fxa2odhCbxb5lM3CIj4mxdkE9WUlR6XHe27RkhSS5-OKnLzCM3cBnQJ5wsQrhadPDYjEPBU92nAaJNXloY70CUkP1_/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22lqRDnaaxr-Jpsg-ZvjfmKUYxSeDX2jpWoGlwSdMC7fxa2odhCbxb5lM3CIj4mxdkE9WUlR6XHe27RkhSS5-OKnLzCM3cBnQJ5wsQrhadPDYjEPBU92nAaJNXloY70CUkP1_/s400/July09Thomas4party+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369155941804166786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfruZtNkrsZNDJH4HM192zNuD6PtBCP9Spvvf9GO2uX6BnP47eBxX2WenuYsD9aPJbS7jxKFazM4o0p8udYf-yH7H9irJCB7VFw4qLGLpgrPcrfIAYhVKzBFHODKKEFykz8aJh/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfruZtNkrsZNDJH4HM192zNuD6PtBCP9Spvvf9GO2uX6BnP47eBxX2WenuYsD9aPJbS7jxKFazM4o0p8udYf-yH7H9irJCB7VFw4qLGLpgrPcrfIAYhVKzBFHODKKEFykz8aJh/s400/July09Thomas4party+108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369155929409751442" /></a><br />At least that's what we were singing at T's 4th birthday party on Saturday. We had lots of fun games, including a treasure hunt filled with booty, and a Jolly Rodger cake to boot. Not to go overboard or anything, but I even made 2 flavors of homemade ice cream. Rear Admiral Mike, even shared a great pirate story for all of those scurvy dogs! I'm hoping some of the others will send me a few decent photos, because I was too busy hosting to take pictures!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-67345482671585733362009-08-12T14:59:00.006-04:002009-08-12T15:03:39.639-04:00A new arrival<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghj-uMjKbd1ORTB4wYS0vrWg0ksXXlWnpjJ_mRT-Llgci_Ub2CPpL4CV5s_cahvfAqsm5-Mm2YvIYJOaLuGLdaKLO9WZ2bacoStLyTWPKFXGg9R7RVhy39J4yP6q44nGnq-S0S/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghj-uMjKbd1ORTB4wYS0vrWg0ksXXlWnpjJ_mRT-Llgci_Ub2CPpL4CV5s_cahvfAqsm5-Mm2YvIYJOaLuGLdaKLO9WZ2bacoStLyTWPKFXGg9R7RVhy39J4yP6q44nGnq-S0S/s400/July09Thomas4party+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369154959820219698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZlJU7uBUP15mO1IWSB_KHueo9BT6-fxEUOveASEVHTMPb_IvnOw5E0wB0HIEyS9ePFmLrFVd_dlUDZoRUiyy_UQXhbozFutqHb0NWmXzOjDnL-0WI3xt4wVsVzreizkZBgkg/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZlJU7uBUP15mO1IWSB_KHueo9BT6-fxEUOveASEVHTMPb_IvnOw5E0wB0HIEyS9ePFmLrFVd_dlUDZoRUiyy_UQXhbozFutqHb0NWmXzOjDnL-0WI3xt4wVsVzreizkZBgkg/s400/July09Thomas4party+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369154950599212914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwydspS4UbhYeNXL6L19h-lCQvk1ev9Bf_0-3Iu0HQC0mYcaiCtVQIptv24A52oqcmf6iUpLX9TF-nwSOw5d3CbA2kN_aU1TzvwTXQXNit6eb8hIkIm0vMXFSBCNPHHNiZgoK9/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369154690174688002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwydspS4UbhYeNXL6L19h-lCQvk1ev9Bf_0-3Iu0HQC0mYcaiCtVQIptv24A52oqcmf6iUpLX9TF-nwSOw5d3CbA2kN_aU1TzvwTXQXNit6eb8hIkIm0vMXFSBCNPHHNiZgoK9/s400/July09Thomas4party+082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Our nephew was born in July as well! He is such a cute little peanut. He weighed in at 6.3 lbs at birth. We know that all the cousins will be the best of friends as they grow up together!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-76183257363270688372009-08-12T14:48:00.003-04:002009-08-12T14:57:32.865-04:00July in Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1Szc00b55mTrEJtbjrEckFDhKIK_SpW_tjGEtGGPg_Je_fO9adgIxWuTlC4neY-NeT8vrEjx2noxgTlhoojvjixOXJuKN_Dco2CW78ptjj2eT5XVykhVCssc_PS5qBYqCUmy/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI1Szc00b55mTrEJtbjrEckFDhKIK_SpW_tjGEtGGPg_Je_fO9adgIxWuTlC4neY-NeT8vrEjx2noxgTlhoojvjixOXJuKN_Dco2CW78ptjj2eT5XVykhVCssc_PS5qBYqCUmy/s400/July09Thomas4party+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369153278487127634" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyzICAkPByzsNEaybFTJILSPBBO-qUB_JIf9_7JSfJY-cJss7rm52Bszd9CXLMkqEyxLFZWN30qGm0Y6XVbQ9SU8l9ze4ofydltOPGrC4pc5Fit_9l-W-DhRBalzdrbebswA9/s1600-h/July09Thomas4party+025.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrhsjdQc4lFKeOBAwQKexzKBZBKpWrLbeb42gKyCRBzracbyxUmKb1c7e3lWfuR6hiYPqYbDPzhTPPVvWAK8YB8nMFFijwBrp2ADQC-lRwBH-qlh7IBCwzVGsSi6VklELBtge/s400/July09Thomas4party+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369152700340960258" /></a><br />Since I JUST got my photos downloaded from the camera I thought I'd post our lakehouse trip. I think our other camera has the pictures from the time with my dad. I really hope we took some!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-48144884419550309092009-08-12T14:24:00.002-04:002009-08-12T14:26:23.147-04:00Growing upV. is growing up in leaps and bounds. She saw me chewing a piece of gum the other day and asked for a piece. Now neither of my kids have had gum as of yet, so she shouldn't have been surprised when I told her no. Her response: "Oh man!"<br />Now where did that come from?Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-5532770036024703222009-08-12T14:19:00.002-04:002009-08-12T14:23:52.552-04:00SpellingThis summer, T. has become especially interested in the way words are spelled. I get asked several times a day to spell words for him. Being the preschool teacher I am, I take full advantage of this and sound out the words for him to give me the letter name.<br />That being said, last week, T. and I were having a conversation, and he asked me to spell "bottom". I sounded it out and he gave me the letter names. Next, he asked me to spell "penis". Trying not to laugh, I sounded out the word and gave me the letter names. Once we spelled penis, I asked him if he should ask his teacher to spell these words for him when school starts up again. He responded with: "Oh no Mommy. We don't talk about bottoms, penis', poop, or pee at school."<br />Great, as long as we've got that clear.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-27685015357916972262009-07-22T14:40:00.002-04:002009-07-22T14:42:44.945-04:00Summer TripsWe just got back from a whirlwind trip to Nana's, Grandpa & Grandma's, and Mike's family reunion in WVA. Also while we were gone, the latest addition to our clan arrived. My new nephew joined us on the 16th! We finally got to see him last night. When I've had a chance to download and edit I'll post pictures from vacation and of our new family member.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-10483289745689899762009-07-22T14:34:00.002-04:002009-07-22T14:38:50.797-04:00Bad WordsI've got T. all to myself these days, since he is not in camp/daycare and Little girl is. On the way to go pick up my daughter yesterday, T. and I had quite the conversation. He was explaining to me that per a previous conversation we'd had, that when he is a grown up, he can say bad words. "Mommy, when I'm a daddy, and I hurt myself, I can say 'sh*t"." Being motheroftheyear, I of course couldn't help myself from laughing. "Mommy, are you laughing at me?" "Yes, honey I am." "You're laughing because I said 'sh*t', right?" (Laughing harder at this point!)"Yes, I am!" <br />I'm going to pay for this later I'm sure.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-18694320804607308722009-06-26T20:23:00.002-04:002009-06-26T20:24:13.080-04:00Favorite Pictures of the Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUySIRr9hYslmO057SRWV8RiR18cIIVYFmozURQZXAz9ZyncN-EVM7YyHbn_2mnVOz5O-gIQwGUeOZXDvbr2B9VHsSTelIjOzBlLUvgQxGg2yv37OTqI0RdQOXmlHkMhoCRuu/s1600-h/june2009+070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUySIRr9hYslmO057SRWV8RiR18cIIVYFmozURQZXAz9ZyncN-EVM7YyHbn_2mnVOz5O-gIQwGUeOZXDvbr2B9VHsSTelIjOzBlLUvgQxGg2yv37OTqI0RdQOXmlHkMhoCRuu/s400/june2009+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796561005321170" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNmjQFWeL0DDSkkmvRr0fvpkC_DA3ZdZ_TlFrCmIytusVOLsNK2qnBwsCkd8mYzLdYnMei6cMPYKRi78_JC0g7QjLjLrtm3sXdenfZ5nCt2nSgHyPtaDaG-0Ulso6S_0af8tK/s1600-h/june2009+072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaNmjQFWeL0DDSkkmvRr0fvpkC_DA3ZdZ_TlFrCmIytusVOLsNK2qnBwsCkd8mYzLdYnMei6cMPYKRi78_JC0g7QjLjLrtm3sXdenfZ5nCt2nSgHyPtaDaG-0Ulso6S_0af8tK/s400/june2009+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796556850858818" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-53233692537271199182009-06-26T20:19:00.002-04:002009-06-26T20:22:13.954-04:00Bubbles...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYvqhbMbTnKJfRwfYUebwfcwAVOffgkBnJtFyL6Vt0SnYqN4Av-OHanl3KRr9NLiqxy5oU2UgFVbwgqQG4ky57lBiUZYbVyvsINafwIDDCcC1igKGaYOKM_DOHyakQszU_nf7/s1600-h/june2009+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYvqhbMbTnKJfRwfYUebwfcwAVOffgkBnJtFyL6Vt0SnYqN4Av-OHanl3KRr9NLiqxy5oU2UgFVbwgqQG4ky57lBiUZYbVyvsINafwIDDCcC1igKGaYOKM_DOHyakQszU_nf7/s400/june2009+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796027122296562" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6vGpTw44rZXByzgG0lRatFJ75LsLZqrSWHWzYk_v4jw9uk-dMg9ty1UFrZJpnoEO0cQ6dFGLFlGjlNzLNt9qqQfe9kG63b4Wp9wvpm92SIGBbHCPqlNQ0pUkrl9SO-5jN88z/s1600-h/june2009+047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6vGpTw44rZXByzgG0lRatFJ75LsLZqrSWHWzYk_v4jw9uk-dMg9ty1UFrZJpnoEO0cQ6dFGLFlGjlNzLNt9qqQfe9kG63b4Wp9wvpm92SIGBbHCPqlNQ0pUkrl9SO-5jN88z/s400/june2009+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796020243037058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthI3bwyGe2OVA0Xn0l7SzyI-Xvhy3kROhOepLeqyFor_1abYuvDVRk1qIrxVNb2cRzuWFQjSfajk0fK4uH3IFhLJTEEY_FZlmGUOu_pqOrs5kCDwBH_g4-NLOrw0QVUe3wgLS/s1600-h/june2009+046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjthI3bwyGe2OVA0Xn0l7SzyI-Xvhy3kROhOepLeqyFor_1abYuvDVRk1qIrxVNb2cRzuWFQjSfajk0fK4uH3IFhLJTEEY_FZlmGUOu_pqOrs5kCDwBH_g4-NLOrw0QVUe3wgLS/s400/june2009+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796016082293570" /></a><br />$1 worth of bubbles and an $8 bubble machine, another 30 minutes of fun!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-72068138257324337952009-06-26T20:11:00.003-04:002009-06-26T20:18:46.799-04:00Tom Sawyer has nothing on meNow if only I could give them real paint and have them work on all my projects.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDBL1r2-cZNpm7TA3L6GjaKmLKFlyLL7ZjDZndx_0VNS05wfp0ir0h4uzmSBUlDuSXIWX3PNLDNFDCXLGkk1O1Y60DIoQ5K36GH03bPD2M9_ixKyF1m4sd64iBrg6Y4NZdZlu/s1600-h/june2009+028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqDBL1r2-cZNpm7TA3L6GjaKmLKFlyLL7ZjDZndx_0VNS05wfp0ir0h4uzmSBUlDuSXIWX3PNLDNFDCXLGkk1O1Y60DIoQ5K36GH03bPD2M9_ixKyF1m4sd64iBrg6Y4NZdZlu/s400/june2009+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794721377766802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNEkhSGAKorD-rcC3qyXFs5JMBifswYot-7kcS4MSwJ98WL1wTjirUegiU1ciXGbGNn1S8NLV83yFsLU5ygg90xUEJnWeLJM_N1-88JTTr74Sl32b7KGwWhmunLmzd044ycw9/s1600-h/june2009+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNEkhSGAKorD-rcC3qyXFs5JMBifswYot-7kcS4MSwJ98WL1wTjirUegiU1ciXGbGNn1S8NLV83yFsLU5ygg90xUEJnWeLJM_N1-88JTTr74Sl32b7KGwWhmunLmzd044ycw9/s400/june2009+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794714959345810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWy8fcort1joV-LW_3O_NW-X5tR2Db5NdBWLZeKQ0NG6zsmnU6eALWkwlqZXmREIqjplressWHI4v0911AMWYJeuI-cFOOmCarl9OthBF3FaLSKzs7G01l_zLMcTReNwcWp31/s1600-h/june2009+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWy8fcort1joV-LW_3O_NW-X5tR2Db5NdBWLZeKQ0NG6zsmnU6eALWkwlqZXmREIqjplressWHI4v0911AMWYJeuI-cFOOmCarl9OthBF3FaLSKzs7G01l_zLMcTReNwcWp31/s400/june2009+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794709338284770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FIold_qVZOixAyOmEarkfyFFOX3lAssu9vCIXvKYrjdIQvtud-ZRIcItS6fU00t31xifh1zEUhptXNR2THJZ_q-XwZI57RKBYmJXvBm6MvYwsYigyYko8DWBd-M821_pPLge/s1600-h/june2009+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8FIold_qVZOixAyOmEarkfyFFOX3lAssu9vCIXvKYrjdIQvtud-ZRIcItS6fU00t31xifh1zEUhptXNR2THJZ_q-XwZI57RKBYmJXvBm6MvYwsYigyYko8DWBd-M821_pPLge/s400/june2009+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794703208874274" /></a><br />For those of you who are so inclined. Giving your little ones real paint brushes with buckets of water and letting them have at it on your backyard fence, equals 30 minutes to an hour of good fun!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-27860815252371509252009-06-23T13:10:00.002-04:002009-06-23T13:16:27.383-04:00Little GirlMy darlin daughter is now a sassy two year old. Then again, she was always sassy, now she's verbally sassy!<br />She got in trouble at school 2 weeks ago and was brought to me for a talking to. She had thrown a toy at a friend and wouldn't apologize. Now I don't believe in making a barely 2 year old say "Sorry", however, I do think she should be a little remorseful and at least try to make it up to the other child with a hug or such.<br />When I was speaking to her, I said in my most menacing mommy voice, "V. look at me."<br />Do you know what that little stinker did? She lift her chin up and kept her eyes squeezed shut! I tried again, "V. look at me!" I got the same response. I gave her a whack on her rump and brought her to the child she hurt and told her friend to tell V. "No!" The look of joy on this little girl's face when I told her to tell V. no was priceless.<br />I tend to feel sorry for my little bit. Other kids don't get in trouble until the afternoon when they get picked up. Both of my kids get in trouble on the spot. I guess that's what happens when your mother works in your school!<br />I've said it before, and I'll say it again.... that little girl is going to give me a run for my money.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-48596328995526482482009-06-23T13:02:00.002-04:002009-06-23T13:09:03.250-04:00The right oneNow that summer is here, I'm going to get to spend a lot more one on one time with T. Last week, T. was with me running errands and we got to talking about marriage. (Now please remember my child is 3 3/4) He asked me why Mike and I got married, and I told him that we loved each other and were ready to start a family so we got married. "But Mommy, WHY did you marry Daddy?" "Well, T. because Daddy was the right one."<br />This answer seemed to suffice for the time being. During the course of the day, T. was talking about a time when he will be a daddy and all the grown up things he'll do, like drink coffee and wine, and use tools. I then asked him, "T. if you're going to be a daddy, who are you going to marry?" <br />Bless his heart, he replied with "You Mommy. I'm going to marry you."<br />"Oh, honey, you can't marry me, I'm your mommy."<br />"But, Mommy, you're the right one."<br />Oh how that melted my heart.<br />I need to keep this story close by and remember what a sweetheart he was at 3, when he becomes a pain-in-the-ass teenager.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-64462694219310367512009-06-23T12:57:00.003-04:002009-06-23T13:01:31.450-04:00Wow, where has the time gone?Is what I've been asking myself daily. I have been completely remiss in any posting attempts this year. Frankly, my only excuse is that I've been absolutely exhausted. Mike is forever out of town, and working full time, raising two children, and running a house have consummed my time, well that and Facebook!<br />Now that summer is here and I've found my camera battery, I hope to start posting alot. We've had some much happen! We went to Disney in April, Vivi turned 2 in May, Grandma has come to live in the area for a year for work. All good and wonderful things. On my honor, I will try my best to keep up with posting over the summer. We'll see how it goes!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-46897412464987018672009-04-15T15:59:00.003-04:002009-04-15T16:07:14.329-04:00Wild Thing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Yj7Imh3iPeD-_8jLxTtNK2JQQzTSg_ztXuIz7Q1jZgDnNI1vPvL-SAYWMrQ506vjsd680rs9PdaPynf2Acg0IVyJzF5E3PdRmMPqr9oVXjhvYWZP1eCdocXZlI35XKSWV2hA/s1600-h/wild+rumpus+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Yj7Imh3iPeD-_8jLxTtNK2JQQzTSg_ztXuIz7Q1jZgDnNI1vPvL-SAYWMrQ506vjsd680rs9PdaPynf2Acg0IVyJzF5E3PdRmMPqr9oVXjhvYWZP1eCdocXZlI35XKSWV2hA/s400/wild+rumpus+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325011919180935746" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Kh0ng30o9BgbfgE6WWrx0N1r9pxWnIj2IEwBZt5AhUOm_wjyF7IrHNx2fHtV310lR3aSa3g_7EJFAQquWK9I6CxPDkd7HooTMqPlNoMOaNQVAiBkeOlzFpm4Pa5c5gguEo7b/s1600-h/wild+rumpus+055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Kh0ng30o9BgbfgE6WWrx0N1r9pxWnIj2IEwBZt5AhUOm_wjyF7IrHNx2fHtV310lR3aSa3g_7EJFAQquWK9I6CxPDkd7HooTMqPlNoMOaNQVAiBkeOlzFpm4Pa5c5gguEo7b/s400/wild+rumpus+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325011915788983778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWzCW8t9XWbLA5UDWViQIuo5-wHmF3RDzmMZht5NFRpL3ZHwuYHx4pcF8BGGegSfBiZMUuiCcAgYrVzXoq2XG8MKSqIVSDLN6wAtS1jPqRGLX5hrSMH5yrPfnj5a603gqWh4e/s1600-h/wild+rumpus+054.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWzCW8t9XWbLA5UDWViQIuo5-wHmF3RDzmMZht5NFRpL3ZHwuYHx4pcF8BGGegSfBiZMUuiCcAgYrVzXoq2XG8MKSqIVSDLN6wAtS1jPqRGLX5hrSMH5yrPfnj5a603gqWh4e/s400/wild+rumpus+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325011911760601346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoZ3lXfbeT9wYQgnaxzdHYv5zEyvZEBjMkYS4q_GYccBRfyYdxgPyjB82D6NfhHisnL1ExNbq37bU2XbyYcbpDhp5L-ECrlaoKT4Hw5uHanjFenyixPtFNmakhl4UobRmEr8C/s1600-h/wild+rumpus+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnoZ3lXfbeT9wYQgnaxzdHYv5zEyvZEBjMkYS4q_GYccBRfyYdxgPyjB82D6NfhHisnL1ExNbq37bU2XbyYcbpDhp5L-ECrlaoKT4Hw5uHanjFenyixPtFNmakhl4UobRmEr8C/s400/wild+rumpus+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325011905956699298" /></a><br />This week at school we are hosting the week of the young child and the theme is <strong>Where The Wild Things Are</strong>. Yesterday afternoon we dressed as wild things and held our own "wild rumpus". My boy had SO much fun! He is such a character and gets so involved in dress up and make believe. Baby girl was not apart of the rumpus due to nap time. I must say, I had a great time fixing his hair and making his face "wild"! Enjoy Little Bear's costume!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32298649.post-46674850213693038192009-03-24T18:49:00.003-04:002009-03-24T18:55:53.786-04:00The NutcrackerMy darlin' son had an accident this afternoon on his way to the bathroom. He very quickly took off all his clothes and placed them into the washing machine per mommy's instructions. Well, when you are 3 nothing is better than being naked. T. proceeded to dance around and enjoy the breeze. I looked over and he had found an old nutcracker in the drawer. <br />"Mommy, what's this?"<br />(laughing from the sheer irony of it all) "It's a nutcracker honey."<br />"A nutcracker! What's that for?"<br />(still giggling) "Well, it's to crack nuts. Do you want to crack some nuts?"<br />"Yeah! Nutcracker, nutcracker, nutcracker.." That's when the full booty shaking dance started, right in front of my sliding glass door, where no drapes were pulled. My neighbors must think I'm a fabulous mother.<br />Oh, and that's when my daughter insisted she take off her shirt and dance with T. <br />Perfect.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145890439171284721noreply@blogger.com0