Friday, April 27, 2007
Notes on the lizard
Logan just took the top off the lizard box and said "Smells like a green bean in there! A ROTTEN green bean!"
Wednesday night we had this conversation in the van:
Logan - Oh no! I left Rocky under my bed!
Me - Why was he under your bed?
Logan - I forgot to take him back downstairs.
Me - But why was he under your bed?
Logan - Well, Momma, I was afraid you'd be mad but I kinda broke off his tail.
Wednesday night we had this conversation in the van:
Logan - Oh no! I left Rocky under my bed!
Me - Why was he under your bed?
Logan - I forgot to take him back downstairs.
Me - But why was he under your bed?
Logan - Well, Momma, I was afraid you'd be mad but I kinda broke off his tail.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The lizard!
Logan's lizard - Rocky - he thinks we'll be able to keep it alive...
When Riley poses with "Rocky" she makes it look like a photo op.
They put Etta in her cage so she wouldn't eat the lizard (sometimes they feed her bugs).
A little bit ago Logan asked for a granola bar, I said yes, so he headed to the counter where a new box was sitting. He reached for the box then yelled "A lizard, a lizard is on the counter!" I was on the couch (as usual) and didn't want to get up, so I just said "are you sure?" He was pretty sure. I hoisted myself up and waddled over, and to my surprise there really was a lizard on my counter. I'd say he's about seven or eight inches long. I caught him between the box of granola bars and a trivet, dropped him in a clear plastic box and put Logan in charge of him. So far he's been good for about 45 minutes of happy outside play time. Logan just ran in and yelled "Momma! It bit me!" Not hard, though.
A recent Emmie-ism: "Momma, my heart is laughing!"
A recent Emmie-ism: "Momma, my heart is laughing!"
Monday, April 23, 2007
This was a month ago.
This is me at 30 1/2 weeks. Oh my.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
This morning I said to Emmie (after she did something well), "Emmie, you rock!" Her immediate reply, "Yeah, I'm a rock star."
Monday, April 16, 2007
Last night Emmie ran back into my room after being put to bed and said, "Momma, can I have just one more piece of love?" Who can resist that?
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Today I was talking to Logan in the pool:
Me - Will you always be my special oldest boy?
Logan - Yup.
Me - And will you always take care of me?
Logan - Yup. Even when you're old and poor.
For those who wonder how I'm doing, let's just say that yesterday about twenty minutes before Jeff came home I laid down on the couch facing the back of the couch (for some strange reason) and suddenly realized I was pretty much stuck. It dawned on me as I was getting myself comfortable that I was going to be there until he came home and helped me up. So that's how I'm doing. I get myself stuck in places like...the couch. And I bump my stomach all the time because it sticks out so much further than I can even believe!
Me - Will you always be my special oldest boy?
Logan - Yup.
Me - And will you always take care of me?
Logan - Yup. Even when you're old and poor.
For those who wonder how I'm doing, let's just say that yesterday about twenty minutes before Jeff came home I laid down on the couch facing the back of the couch (for some strange reason) and suddenly realized I was pretty much stuck. It dawned on me as I was getting myself comfortable that I was going to be there until he came home and helped me up. So that's how I'm doing. I get myself stuck in places like...the couch. And I bump my stomach all the time because it sticks out so much further than I can even believe!
Logan said to me yesterday "Mom, why do you talk funny to Etta like she's a baby? I told my friends that my mom talks all weird to our dog."
Etta likes to sit here and watch me as I'm sitting in my "nest" (where I work from all day) on the couch. She's a good dog!
Some freak paintballed my house. I was NOT happy but it washed right off.
This is fairly representative of Em's last two weeks. But I love her to death anyway. The little stink!
They are on "poop patrol" - note the plastic bags - and look at his face, he's not hating it!
They were singing "Everybody was kung fu fighting" and acting out what they thought that meant...
Monday, April 02, 2007
Em - Momma, what number am I gonna be after I'm three?
Me - (hold up four fingers)
Em - Four? I'm gonna be four?
Me - Yes, but not for a long time. I like you at three. You're a great three.
Em - Yeah, I like me at three too. It feels good.
Me - (hold up four fingers)
Em - Four? I'm gonna be four?
Me - Yes, but not for a long time. I like you at three. You're a great three.
Em - Yeah, I like me at three too. It feels good.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
The spectacular thing about this picture is that all three were playing a game sweetly together and not fighting - I was very happy.
Logan in the Cypress tree (I wouldn't dare go in there...)
If that glass wasn't there...
This visit they realized they can't marry each other- that was a little sad for them!
I think Nathan might be Emmie's hero
cousin time
This is how I found her when I went to check them all last night.
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