tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53101642011-04-21T17:34:53.411-07:00Blog KnotsIf you can't change your fate, change your attitude.
-Amy TanKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comBlogger2031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1147927041690900822006-05-17T21:35:00.000-07:002006-05-17T21:37:21.700-07:00GOOD NEWS: WE'RE ALL YOUNGER THAN WE THOUGHT!Today is Cheryl’s birthday. While she and her family were out for dinner, Jake and Gabriel scrambled to get some pictures completed. Jake was working on a birthday decoration for her “party” and Gabriel was working on a page from his Star Wars coloring book, which I’m almost positive he had no intention of giving to anyone.The Citizens ended up comingKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1147379902839416962006-05-11T13:24:00.000-07:002006-05-11T14:00:36.356-07:00MOTHER'S DAY TEAToday, Gabriel's three-year old class "hosted" a Mother's Day Tea. While the moms had to provide all of the food, the class did the rest. The tables, usually littered with paint and pom-poms, were covered with tablecloths and flowers, each mom was presented with a corsage, and signs were hung around the room, with quotes from the kids about why each of them loved their mom.GabrielKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1145913216764168072006-04-24T14:00:00.000-07:002006-04-24T16:35:12.516-07:00TALK ABOUT PSYCHOSOMATICA few days ago, I sliced my thumb cutting open an orange. I have since kept it covered, alternating between the two types of Band-Aids that we own: Spider-Man and Elmo. This has resulted in constant torture for Sara, who keeps grabbing for my appealing, colorful, yet still sore, bandaged thumb and proclaiming, "My Elmo!" or "My Ma-Man!"I finally gave in today and let her Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1145211805857967432006-04-16T11:20:00.000-07:002006-04-16T11:23:25.866-07:00MY 200TH POSTGabriel and Sara are in Gabriel's bedroom with the door closed and it is very quiet.I should go in and check on them, seeing as they are both young and predisposed to get into things they shouldn't. Truth is, though, I don't want to.I'm afraid of what I'll find.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1145112813404146152006-04-15T07:45:00.000-07:002006-04-15T07:53:33.416-07:00LITTLE OBSERVEROne of Sara's favorite things to do is label things. If I'm doing laundry, she'll hand me one of my shirts and say, "Mommy's." She'll point to one of Gabriel's toys and say, "Babiel's" or grab Jake's sandals from the shelf and say, "Jee's".Sometimes, I'm amazed at the little things she picks up on.Last night at dinner, our waiter discreetly laid our check down as he cleared away Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1145048990800855522006-04-14T14:06:00.000-07:002006-04-14T14:11:09.330-07:00QUALITY PROGRAMMINGWhile I was working out earlier, I glanced up at the television screens that hang from the ceiling, noticing one in particular. It said that if "you or someone you know is involved in a transvestite love triangle" contact the Jerry Springer show.A transvestite love triangle...I don't even know what that is!I can't believe this situation is common enough to need a whole show Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1144265825161446522006-04-05T12:34:00.000-07:002006-04-06T15:13:58.666-07:00OUCHJust in case you aren't convinced of that whole "Kids crave structure and rules" argument:GABRIEL: Mom, do you want me to be Venom for Halloween or just Peter (from Narnia)?MOM: Umm, who do you want to be?GABRIEL: Just tell me who you want me to be. Take care of me and tell me what I need to do!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1143848323320492632006-03-31T15:37:00.000-08:002006-03-31T15:38:43.330-08:00SLURPEE COUNTDOWN2 more days to go...I must remain strong.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1141695448183248832006-03-06T17:23:00.000-08:002006-03-06T17:37:28.193-08:00ONE GUESSThere's this guy at the gym who carries three, full-sized bath towels around with him as he moves from one cardio machine to the next. When he gets to the machine he wants, he spreads one out on the floor to the left, one on the floor to the right, and one on the machine in front of him. While it might seem excessive, these are actually necessary to collect the pools of sweat that pourKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1140647313968351812006-02-22T14:12:00.000-08:002006-02-22T14:31:35.756-08:00WHO NEEDS VALENTINE'S DAY?Yesterday afternoon, I was working at my craft table when Kenny came in, carrying Gabriel, who was sleeping after a long morning at preschool. He laid him down on the LoveSac to continue napping, but Gabriel sat up a minute later, realizing he was home.He came over to me, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small handful of red, heart-shaped noodles which he then Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1140042411899230832006-02-15T14:24:00.000-08:002006-02-15T14:27:58.680-08:00DON'T YOU JUST HATE IT WHENyou run out of shaving cream mid-shave? Especially when you're in the shower, conditioner in your hair, and nobody around to help but your four-year old who isn't about to pull himself away from Lego StarWars to get you a replacement can.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1138524630588802652006-01-29T00:50:00.000-08:002006-01-29T00:53:08.326-08:00"THE BEST BABY THING EVER!"After a bit of computing, I figured out that I have spent approximately 46 months of my life breastfeeding – just shy of four years, when you total up all three of the kids. And while I’m not about to run and join the La Leche League, nursing is something that’s been important to me from the get-go and was always our only option for our children. I’ve never mixed a Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1138249120277666792006-01-25T20:13:00.000-08:002006-01-25T20:18:40.286-08:00MINI-MEI was almost finished cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner tonight and began wiping down the counters and table. Before I knew it, Sara had gone into one of the drawers, retrieved a washcloth, and also began wiping up walls and chairs. Occasionally, I would see her hand reach up to the table (only her hand, though, because she isn't even tall enough to see the table yet) to give it a Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1138171513011975862006-01-24T22:42:00.000-08:002006-01-24T22:47:56.563-08:00JAKEI was watching Jake at Jujitsu tonight, looking so grown-up and official in his crisp white uniform and little bare feet. His belt was tied all wrong, hanging to his knees instead of tight and precise at his waist, looking ready to unravel at any moment. I wondered as I sat there how all of the other moms knew how to tie their kids’ belts so they hung just so. Did I somehow miss the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1137304852733509132006-01-14T21:56:00.000-08:002006-01-14T22:00:52.746-08:00HMMM...I just told Jake to scoot back from the television because he was sitting too close. I heard this frequently growing up, as many of us did, I'm sure. Now I'm wondering: Is it really "bad for your eyes" to sit "too close" to the t.v.? Or am I feeding him a line of bullshit?Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1137109757837343172006-01-12T15:48:00.000-08:002006-01-12T15:49:17.876-08:00YOU KNOW YOU'RE IN TROUBLE WHEN...your baby has her typical 5:00 p.m. meltdown at a quarter to four.It's too late for nap and bedtime is still four hours away.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1136705434009603722006-01-07T23:24:00.000-08:002006-01-07T23:30:34.020-08:00GABRIELMy total labor with him, from start to finish, was about three hours long. The attending nurses closed my legs, told me not to sneeze and made frantic wake-up calls to my doctor in the wee hours of the morning. Alas, Gabriel was delivered by those same nurses, about twenty minutes before the doctor finally arrived. I guess he was just in a hurry to get started with life.Exactly four years Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1136417814786553342006-01-04T15:31:00.000-08:002006-01-04T15:38:41.956-08:00HOUSE(for the modern woman)Characters: Loredana & GabrielSetting: Loredana was in our family room playing with Sara's kitchen, while Gabriel was parked in front of the t.v.Scene:Loredana: Honey, would you like some hot ice cream?Gabriel: Umm, sure.Loredana carries over an ice cream scooper and a bucket of ice cream.Loredana: (Holds them out) Here, get it yourself.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1136328837984697252006-01-03T14:45:00.000-08:002006-01-03T15:17:58.613-08:00THE REAL CASANOVAEat your heart out, Heath Ledger.The other day, Jake was climbing into the car, and I don't know if he just caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror or what, but this was his observation:"No wonder so many girls want to marry me - look at me! I'm so cool!"We should all have such healthy self-esteems.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1134861007573505722005-12-17T15:07:00.000-08:002005-12-17T15:10:07.583-08:00WHY VIDEOGAMES ARE BAD FOR KIDSThis was overheard today, as Gabriel watched Jake play a session of "Jango Fett: Bounty Hunter":GABRIEL: "Jake, whoever is nice, shoot them. Whoever is mean, shoot them."Yes, this from my three-year old.Might be time to dust off the ol' Hungry, Hungry Hippo.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1134364557598949382005-12-11T21:11:00.000-08:002005-12-11T21:16:48.366-08:00 CHRISTMAS WITH MICKEYSometimes, a picture is worth a thousand dollars.Right, Michelle?(Not pictured, Avery Peterson. I think she was off grubbing on a churro.)Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1132094638513767102005-11-15T14:29:00.000-08:002005-11-15T14:43:58.526-08:00I'M NOT A PETA FREAK OR ANYTHINGbut something struck me as I was driving today.While fighting my way through the Sam's Club parking lot, I passed a woman sitting in a Suburban, waiting for a parking spot. Next to her sat a tiny dog. And I mean, literally next to her, as in, on the console between the seats. Seeing Spot perched up there like that got me wondering: how is it any different to have Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1131868150406440272005-11-12T23:49:00.000-08:002005-11-12T23:53:04.923-08:00SAILOR MOUTHI’ve often joked (kind of) about wishing I had a “meal-time nanny”. You know…someone else to prepare the food my kids won’t want to eat; someone else to cajole them into not only picking up the veggies on their plate, but to actually put one or two pieces in their mouths; someone else to argue about how many bites is sufficient for a treat and someone else to scrape the mashed-up, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1131595679029805912005-11-09T20:00:00.000-08:002005-11-10T07:27:57.590-08:00NO USE DENYING ITWell, it's official: Sara, the baby, is gone and replaced by Sara, the toddler.It wasn't the fact that she's walking around everywhere that had me convinced, nor was it the throw-myself-backward-on-the-ground-and-flail-around tantrums she's recently developed. It wasn't watching her begin preschool and be completely fine without us, or even her "pretzels-and-Goldfish-only-please"Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1131059067323443812005-11-03T14:50:00.000-08:002005-11-03T19:23:21.243-08:00KIDS THESE DAYS...It was my day to help in Gabriel's three-year old preschool class. As part of my responsibilities, I walked around the tiny tables at lunchtime, preparing to poke straws through juice pouches, pry lids off Tupperware, and remove seals from yogurt containers (always away from the body, to avoid the inevitable yogurt spray).I stood aside after a few minutes, watching the children Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1130136118869219012005-10-23T23:38:00.000-07:002005-10-23T23:41:58.870-07:00QUOTE FOR THE DAYI came across this quote today:"When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they're finished, I climb out." -Erma BombeckApparently, I've been using the playpen all wrong.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1129505983090521982005-10-16T16:31:00.000-07:002005-10-16T16:45:44.740-07:00CONVERSATIONS IN THE CARJake was pouting as we got into the car last night because his cousins were driving home separately."Here, Jake," I said, showing him a tangerine-flavored Altoid. "It's a 'happy pill' to get you in a good mood."Yes, that's right. I am not above pushing "drugs" on my kids if it will give me a respite from listening to them whine in the car. Go ahead, call me a crappy mom.HeKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1129258822923733932005-10-13T19:58:00.000-07:002005-10-13T20:00:22.930-07:00QUOTE FOR THE DAYHow beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward. -Spanish proverbI think I may need to make a visit to Spain. They seem to know how to do it.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1127840602056904252005-09-27T09:58:00.000-07:002005-09-27T10:03:22.060-07:00AND I THOUGHT I WAS BAD...I saw a man at the gym carrying around a spray can of disinfectant, which he would spray on equipment he was about to use. I never even thought about doing that. Although, now that I am thinking about it, it's not a bad idea...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1127507224701071192005-09-23T13:22:00.000-07:002005-09-23T23:10:08.323-07:00ONE SMALL STEP FOR MANKIND...Sara started saying "bye", "yeah", "nite-nigh", "Mama", Daddy", "Uh-oh" and something that sounds an awful lot like "outside". She has also started blowing kisses, stands herself up and took her first steps.Oh yeah, and all this has happened in the last THREE DAYS!That's an awful lot for one mom to take.Where'd my baby go?Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1126905926604740462005-09-16T14:17:00.000-07:002005-09-16T14:25:26.610-07:00MY HIDDEN TALENTI seem to have a real knack for choosing the slooooowest line in the store, no matter how hard I try to avoid this.I'm beginning to think it really is a gift.After all, it's not everyone who can walk to the front of any given store, survey the handful of lane choices available, and almost ALWAYS choose the cashier auditioning for a starring role in the remake of "Night of the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1126730242676703762005-09-14T13:34:00.000-07:002005-09-14T13:37:22.680-07:00MY NEW FAVORITE CHANNELESPN - usually an absolute no-no on my list of channels I watch - has picked up "The Contender" for season 2. Guys bashing each other in the face repeatedly while their kids look on. I CAN'T WAIT!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1126325655725018442005-09-09T21:08:00.000-07:002005-09-09T21:14:15.730-07:00SCHOOL DAZEJake has officially finished his second week of school. All summer long, we were being told (by experienced parents, as well as from parenting articles, etc.) how exhausting starting school was going to be.Only, the whole time I thought they were talking about Jake.It's now 9:00 p.m. on Friday night. Jake is downstairs drawing on his Magna Doodle and watching "Shrek 2".I, on the otherKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1125892097495214552005-09-04T20:41:00.000-07:002005-09-04T20:55:29.493-07:00GABRIEL-SPEAKToday, we were walking to the car from church. I was holding Gabriel's Sunday school pictures in one hand and Sara in the other, so naturally she ended up with a picture. Gabriel noticed this in the car and said, "Give me my picture!""Sweetie," I interfered, "She just likes looking at what you made."I figured this would be the end of the story since he usually spoils her rotten and Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1125296060845139042005-08-28T23:14:00.000-07:002005-08-28T23:30:17.336-07:00A YEARI don’t think there’s been a parent of young children who hasn’t, at some point, had somebody older and wiser advise them to “enjoy this time because it goes so fast.” And I’m sure, like me, the other “young” parents smile and agree, as they juggle a squirmy baby in one hand, an overstuffed diaper bag in the other, while attempting to break up the game of Sudden Death between their Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1124662719598919752005-08-21T15:09:00.000-07:002005-08-21T15:18:39.603-07:00HOW'D YA LIKE THAT?This morning, I got up from a deep, sound slumber at 4:15 a.m. to feed Sara. I put her back to sleep a bit later, only to get up again with her at 7:00 a.m.I changed her into a fresh diaper.I pulled out a bucket of her toys, but then turned a blind eye when she ignored them all and chose to play with Jake's bucket of crayons instead.I even snapped a few pictures of her drawing Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1124501702158424242005-08-19T18:28:00.000-07:002005-08-19T18:35:53.116-07:00ON THE RADIOOn the radio today I heard as some girl, Cindy, was awarded with concert tickets for being the correct number caller. After telling Cindy that she had won, the D.J. asked if she wanted them for tonight or tomorrow.Following about a half second hestitation, Cindy answers, "Hmm, how about tonight!"Now, I know very little about Cindy, besides the fact that her name is Cindy and she Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1124462591856466212005-08-19T07:41:00.000-07:002005-08-19T07:43:11.863-07:00BLECK!Very early this morning, while I was still sleeping, my cat sneezed on my face.I didn't even know cats had snot.Here's hoping that the day will only improve.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1123305293562821352005-08-05T22:10:00.000-07:002005-08-05T22:14:53.566-07:00TWO DAYSSam's Club (twice)Michael'sTargetRoni Josef's SalonBMW dealershipBabies R'UsBordersMimi's CafeWells FargoCarMax24Hour FitnessTargetEl Pollo LocoSteve-N-KidsOfficeMaxI seem to have made a career out of errands. Now, if I could just figure out how to get paid for them...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1122881711357870722005-08-01T00:27:00.000-07:002005-08-01T00:36:47.226-07:00STUPIDLast night, I was in the bathroom of Baja Fresh trying to wash my hands. I say 'trying' because the way this sink was set up, you had to hold down the handle the ENTIRE TIME in order to get the water to flow out.Meaning, you pretty much have to wash your hands one at a time.Makes it a little tough to work up a lather this way, wouldn't you say?What puzzles me is not that some idiot actuallyKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1122664077373933552005-07-29T12:05:00.000-07:002005-07-29T12:08:39.076-07:00IT'S STILL JULY!Walking into Babies 'R' Us yesterday, I was met, right up front, first thing you see, with...yep, Halloween costumes.Um, it's still July.I have a feeling that Gabriel's Halloween costume wish list is about to pick up where it left off.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1122351445735519002005-07-25T21:13:00.000-07:002005-07-25T21:19:12.050-07:00"YOU THREW OFF MY GROOVE!"The other day at the gym, I saw a woman doing her cardio exercise wearing a face mask. At the time, I thought she was some weirdo, Michael Jackson freak. Today, I not only understood why she was wearing it, I wished I had one, too.Stinky people at the gym are really throwing off my groove.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1122193475998706362005-07-24T01:24:00.000-07:002005-07-24T01:28:27.030-07:00CRUSH WITH EYELINERAll right, she doesn’t wear eyeliner yet, but probably will some day.I think my Jake has a teeny, tiny, little crush. Last night, I told him his friend, Victoria, wanted to marry him when they grew up.His response? “Good grief!”According to Jake, that’s what Charlie Brown says about The Little Red-Haired Girl, so he’s just following suit.I was interested to see if Jake would Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1121831248044366762005-07-19T20:45:00.000-07:002005-07-19T20:47:28.050-07:00I WIN!Ahhh... just about caught up on my blog reading. 'How is this possible', you ask? Because Kenny has all three kids in the shower while I sit on my butt in front of the computer.I don't care what you say.My husband is the best!Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1121637117174649782005-07-17T14:36:00.000-07:002005-07-17T14:56:13.410-07:00SWEET NOTHINGS...We certainly hear our share of "No!", "I don't want to!", and other general backtalk and whine, but sometimes our kids come out with stuff that just makes us smile.JAKE: The other day at breakfast, I heard Jake tell his thirteen-year old cousin, "Give me a dollar and I'll say that you're cool." He didn't get the dollar, but you gotta give him props for trying. So begins Jake's Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1121059538013727982005-07-10T22:25:00.000-07:002005-07-10T22:27:44.793-07:00MORE THAN YOU PROBABLY CARE TO KNOWDuring dinner tonight, Sara would alternate between bites of food and grunts of pooping. Figuring yesterday’s prunes were finally kicking in, I gave her a nice long time to finish up before getting her out of her chair. I brought her upstairs to clean her up (and let the kitchen air out) a little worried about the mess I was about to encounter and was shocked toKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1120975864355915812005-07-09T22:53:00.000-07:002005-07-09T23:15:10.093-07:00JIMINY CRICKET!So, when the warm weather began a couple of months ago and the crickets started showing up, I was clearly off my game. I'd chase those little bastards all around the room trying to squash them while they hopped about, sneering and laughing at my futile efforts. So frustrated I would become as I took swing after swing, many times so sure that I had actually gotten one, only to lift Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1120675753813107872005-07-06T11:38:00.000-07:002005-07-06T11:49:13.816-07:00THE PRICE OF BEAUTYIn one of my entertainment magazines, there's an up-and-coming actress pictured (I think her name is Jude Law's girlfriend), along with a little blurb about her "sun-kissed" summer beauty look. Also included in the short article are directions for us mere, plain-looking mortals to copy her look. Her "natural" summery look involves steps A - H, and requires beauty supplies Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1120349182028624822005-07-02T16:57:00.000-07:002005-07-02T17:06:22.033-07:00THREE CATS - FREE TO A GOOD HOME!All right, I don't even care if it's "good" - at this point, any home will do.We got back last night from a little Palm Springs getaway (you think Las Vegas is hot?) to find that our cats, those cute, cuddly, little furballs, left not four...not five...not six, but SEVEN different puke piles for us to clean up.Yeah, we missed you, too.Really, what the hell is up Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1119918321168155242005-06-27T17:24:00.000-07:002005-06-27T17:25:21.173-07:00NO-BRAINERWhat's worse than unpacking from a long trip?Unpacking from a long trip you didn't get to take.Not a fun afternoon.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1119631653577949582005-06-24T09:05:00.000-07:002005-06-24T09:52:01.683-07:00I'M IT!I've been book-tagged. Usually, this wouldn't mean anything to me, as I am horrible at replying to these sorts of things. I've broken every type chain-letter imaginable and never send any e-mails to my ten closest friends; but since I've been tagged by my housemate, I can't just pretend I've been too busy to respond - not when she sees me sitting around eating Tootsie Rolls and watching "IKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1119056161172463812005-06-17T17:53:00.000-07:002005-06-17T17:56:01.176-07:00So, Sara crawls now.Anyone with any crawling-baby experience knows what this means:Diaper changes have officially become WWF matches.She usually wins.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1118561591532444982005-06-12T00:32:00.000-07:002005-06-12T00:35:34.163-07:00PAYOFFIt seems to me that even before our kids are old enough to understand, we are constantly urging and reminding them to use their manners.“Say please.”“What do you tell her?”“How do you ask?”“Did you say ‘thank you’?”“Tell him, ‘excuse me’.”I hear myself saying these phrases so much, sometimes I tune myself out. For the most part, we all want our kids to be polite and sweet and enjoyable, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1117381867714776442005-05-29T08:49:00.000-07:002005-05-29T08:51:07.716-07:00Last night, I slept for 6 hours IN A ROW! You have no idea what a big deal that is.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1117242676829672312005-05-27T17:53:00.000-07:002005-05-27T18:22:52.116-07:00EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SARAThis morning, I was up with my early riser, Sara, when Gabriel came out from his room. He said he wanted to play with her, so I asked what he wanted them to play.His answer? “Star Wars.”So sure enough, he dragged the big Star Wars bucket over to Sara and proceeded to give her a few things: the big, yellow ship with the silver, pointy ends (See Brad or Doug if you Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1116478027995637402005-05-18T21:43:00.000-07:002005-05-18T23:33:07.400-07:00PRAYER TIME WITH GABRIELGabriel: "Dear God, thank you I got a treat." Stops and looks over at me. "You begot (forgot) to give me a treat."Mommy: "I didn't forget. You didn't eat your dinner."Gabriel: "Dear God, I didn't get a treat."Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1116202451459071602005-05-15T17:11:00.000-07:002005-05-15T17:14:11.466-07:00OPRAHAn Oprah quote:“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”I like Oprah. Sometimes, I feel like she gets a little too into that whole “spiritual self” mumbo-jumbo, but for the most part, I think it’s very apparent how that poor, black, abused little girl living in the ghetto turned out to be the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1116176610185383712005-05-15T10:03:00.000-07:002005-05-15T10:03:30.190-07:00VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISEDThis morning, I was watching a show about a teenager who had time travel powers. He decided to go back in time to a specific event, a fictional riot, in order to prevent the deaths of innocent people, most notably his mother. Though his attempts were valiant, he ultimately failed at his goal, as he discovered when he returned to present time; his mother had still Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1116131826915861652005-05-14T21:36:00.000-07:002005-05-14T21:37:06.920-07:00CUTEST THING HEARD TODAYfrom Gabriel, in his sternest three-year old voice:"Look at me, Daddy Parker!"Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1116030445155491432005-05-13T17:25:00.000-07:002005-05-13T17:29:44.646-07:00MISS MANNERS, A LITTLE HELP, PLEASE?I thought it was universally known - the unspoken treadmill rule that says you DO NOT get on a treadmill right next to someone when there are several empty ones IN A ROW!They really oughta put up a sign.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1116005040335926192005-05-13T10:16:00.000-07:002005-05-13T10:31:44.026-07:00HOPE SPRINGS ETERNALAhhh, spring is upon us.The weather is warming, things are in bloom and the parks are filling up. Isn't this just about everyone's favorite time of year? After all, what's not to love?My voice is hoarse and scratchy, due to the sore throat; my eyes bloodyshot, itchy and runny. My head feels like a giant, fuzzy cottonball and all of my senses are on mute. None of this compares Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1115915766219613622005-05-12T09:33:00.000-07:002005-05-12T09:36:06.223-07:00FORGOT TO MENTION...Today, Oprah has a show about her super weight loss program that everyone needs to follow. All about eating right, exercising, blah, blah, blah. Funny, she forgot to mention the part about making millions of dollars a year, hiring your very own personal trainer and having specialty chefs at your disposal. Oh, yeah...Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1115754682424973142005-05-10T12:51:00.000-07:002005-05-10T12:51:22.430-07:00ERIC’S DELII was power-shopping this weekend with my sister in Gilroy, CA when we walked by a place called Eric’s Deli. The smell literally drew us in; we went from not even realizing we were hungry to starving in a matter of seconds. I quickly grabbed a table, as it was a bit crowded (always a good sign) while my sister ran to the restroom. I sat in my chair enjoying the aroma of what I knew Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1115232357715376772005-05-04T11:41:00.000-07:002005-05-04T19:41:25.906-07:00SHAMEFULTwo months ago, we were desperate to get Gabriel on the potty. We begged, pleaded, bribed and threatened. We bought candy and toys for the occasion, planned outings around his bodily functions, and survived a couple serious meltdowns (ours, not his). This morning, in response to Gabriel's request to take him potty, Kenny and I BOTH answered (at different times), "No, you just went."Yes, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1114796649400763182005-04-29T10:42:00.000-07:002005-04-29T10:44:09.403-07:00HOTTIEAll parents think that their kids are beautiful – all of them. I had this friend whose daughter, according to the opinion of everyone who had ever seen her, wasn’t very cute. She was skinny and gawky, with beady, little eyes, a wide nose and buck teeth; not a very winning combination. You couldn’t convince my friend of this, though. Sometimes, she’d watch her daughter playing by herselfKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1114616110264609362005-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:002005-04-27T08:35:10.263-07:00PARTY ANIMALLast night, Poppy, our cat, sat at the foot of our bed looking up at the ceiling fan. For a few minutes, she moved her head around in circles, watching as the blades went round and round.I guess when you're a cat, there just isn't a whole hell of a lot to do.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1113069201801757962005-04-09T10:51:00.000-07:002005-04-09T10:53:21.803-07:00TALK ABOUT THE GOOD OLD DAYSAs a mother of young children, I’m constantly reading and hearing about how kids today are affected by the violence shown in their movies and television shows. “Studies have shown” that our kids are becoming apathetic towards violence, as well as aggressive, due directly to these horrible things we’re letting them watch.Hmmm…well, I certainly don’t want my kids endingKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1112331221507882732005-03-31T20:35:00.000-08:002005-03-31T20:53:41.510-08:00REMINISCINGRemember when the park was for little kids? When you didn't have to worry about pre-teens and teenagers cussing and vandalizing property? When you didn't have to watch out for things being thrown around? When there was no danger of your little one being knocked down by much older kids running by, oblivious to anyone else? Remember when the playground equipment was filled with toddlers Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1112220540717541862005-03-30T14:08:00.000-08:002005-03-30T14:09:00.720-08:00HAIR TODAY…AND TOMORROWI got my hair cut yesterday. No please, don’t start the marching band up just yet – it was just a trim.The week leading up to the haircut, however, was filled with indecision: cute or convenient?I think every girl knows what I’m talking about. Do I go short and stylish and make it look like I actually looked in the mirror before I left the house this morning?orDo I just Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1112140869822628112005-03-29T15:53:00.000-08:002005-03-29T16:14:25.416-08:00STICKY SITUATIONToday, I was driving behind a big, honkin' truck and couldn't help but notice his bumper stickers. One had a picture of a tree with all of the branches chopped off, which read, "Topping Hurts Trees!"; the other one read, "Nuke Their Ass, Take the Gas!"Hmmm, I thought, interesting combination: a tree-hugging war-monger.Dropping bombs on entire countries = good.Sawing off tree Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1111739876822359142005-03-25T00:36:00.000-08:002005-03-25T00:37:56.823-08:00HOPE SPRINGS ETERNALThe Parkers have had some real lows this month. Countless times, Kenny and I were ready to throw in the towel, discouraged beyond belief, at the end of our rope; things seemed so dark, so hopeless. We were close to giving up, hanging on by a thread and a sliver of hope that eventually things would improve. We stuck it out, hung in there, and finally, persevered. Tonight, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1111441286326754912005-03-21T13:41:00.000-08:002005-03-23T08:42:13.600-08:00SIBLING RIVALRYSo, the New Baby Jealousy has finally hit.We moved Jake’s car seat over in the van, so instead of being behind Sara, he now sits diagonal from her. For her first six months, the only person she has been able to see in the car has been Gabriel, but while we were driving around today, Jake said, “Mom, Sara can see me!”I asked him if she seemed happy about it, and he answered, “Yeah, Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1111247921605557152005-03-19T07:52:00.000-08:002005-03-19T07:58:41.606-08:00BLEH.It is 7:55 in the morning. Sara is desperate for a nap (that's how long we've been up) but I can't lay her down because my two-year old niece, Alyssa, whom we're keeping for the weekend, is asleep in her bed. Alyssa's parents are enroute to their Caribbean-bound cruise ship; I'm here taking care of four kids. Something's wrong with this picture.I've already changed two poopy diapers, cleanedKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1111211328806343382005-03-18T21:39:00.000-08:002005-03-18T21:50:05.476-08:00DUH.I was driving home from the gym today with my three kids, which usually takes us about twenty minutes. These drives aren't quiet; in fact, they're almost always filled with chit-chat, requests for music or water, nonsense talk and general kid noise.About fifteen minutes into the drive, I realized I hadn't heard from Sara for a few minutes, so I turned around sure I'd find her asleep. Instead,Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110949635683866722005-03-15T21:06:00.000-08:002005-03-15T21:09:52.993-08:00GO FIGURENew Baby’s Bible - soft and cushy, complete with movable lamb and pockets on each page ($6.64 – Borders online)Official Sample Ballot - a few sheets of paper folded and stapled together (free in the mail to all registered voters)Guess which one is more effective at keeping a six-month old entertained.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110910805201791152005-03-15T10:19:00.000-08:002005-03-15T10:20:05.203-08:00HOW ABOUT A LITTLE LESS SOAP?Okay, here’s the deal - I usually work out every other day. This week, for example, went like this: worked out on Monday, Wednesday, (missed Friday), Saturday and then again on Monday.Since I go at about the same time of day, the same shows are usually on the television sets they hang from the ceilings. Being a creature of habit, I try to use the same elliptical Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110737168411950502005-03-13T10:05:00.000-08:002005-03-13T10:06:08.413-08:00RELATIONSHIP RECOVERYMy computer and I have been having a rocky time lately. We can’t seem to even spend an hour together without one of us shutting down.Some days, it’s great, like there’s no problem whatsoever; the next day, I get the silent treatment.I can’t live like this. I need to know that I can count on it in times of need. I need to know that my interests are valued.I’m really hoping Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110481924196745122005-03-10T11:10:00.000-08:002005-03-10T11:12:04.196-08:00IT"S OFFICIAL:I've lost it.Today, I bleached a bib.Daddy obviously isn't privvy to which bib goes with what meal.Don't worry.I'll get him straightened out.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110431349665190172005-03-09T20:50:00.000-08:002005-03-09T21:09:09.666-08:00LITTLE BROTHERGabriel is a pretty typical little brother. He is always trying to keep up with big brother Jake and will often tell you “I’m bive”, like Jake, complete with five fingers held up in the air. He becomes frustrated if Jake is allowed to do something he can’t, or if he is told that something is only for “bigger kids”.He’s fond of talking about how he’s “big and strong” or how he’s “bigKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110258043891470872005-03-07T20:59:00.000-08:002005-03-07T21:00:43.890-08:00WARNING:The next person that speaks inappropriately to one of my kids might lose a limb.Just so you know.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1110218188402278532005-03-07T09:53:00.000-08:002005-03-07T09:56:28.406-08:00PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLYThe other day, I was in the kitchen while my sister was trying to feed lunch to her two-year old. Trying to get a two-year to do just about anything is often an exhausting event, and this mealtime was no exception. She was insisting her son wear a bib while he ate; by the sounds of his wails, he was none too happy with the idea.I could tell that she was quickly reaching Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1109960811849802982005-03-04T10:22:00.000-08:002005-03-04T10:26:51.850-08:00ONLY 8 MORE MONTHS UNTIL HALLOWEEN!Added to the list:Nemocrocodileworking dog (seeing eye dog)sharkBatmanBatman is, by far, the most requested. What was Gabriel last Halloween? Batman. What did I do with his costume? Goodwill.Darn it.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1109871041039160152005-03-03T09:29:00.000-08:002005-03-03T09:30:41.040-08:00ATTENTIONWal-Mart picketers:It's not working.Go home.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1109641313045377002005-02-28T17:39:00.000-08:002005-02-28T17:42:56.596-08:00SPOTTEDtoday at the gym - an older gentleman, probably in his sixties, working the rowing machine wearing a dress shirt, slacks and black, lace-up dress shoes.I'm curious to see what this fellow wears when he goes somewhere nice.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1109570872631696022005-02-27T22:07:00.000-08:002005-02-27T22:07:52.630-08:00Wow. It's been three days since I've blogged? Guess I just haven't had time.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1109304353108811562005-02-24T20:05:00.000-08:002005-02-24T20:05:53.110-08:00TIMELYHere’s the quote I got today from my Word-A-Day email:Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. – H. Jackson Brown, Jr., writerOuch.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1109025982730274312005-02-21T14:44:00.000-08:002005-02-21T14:46:56.756-08:00YOU EVER WANNA TORTURE MEjust send me to Walmart and Sam's Club to do the grocery shopping on a three-day weekend. When it's raining.With my three kids.That'll about do it.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108959402595827722005-02-20T20:16:00.000-08:002005-02-20T20:16:42.596-08:00“I GOT IT!” “MY TURN!”Right now, my two boys are back in my bedroom playing something. I don’t know what – just something. There are no toys in there which means they’ve thought up some game that’s keeping them pretty entertained. It’s relatively quiet (for two boys) and besides the occasional squeal of delight, all I hear is “I got it” followed by “My turn.”I should go back there. It could Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108660456770079142005-02-17T09:13:00.000-08:002005-02-17T09:14:16.773-08:00YOU DON’T EVEN EAT WORMS, DAMN IT!Sara has become an early bird, as of late. Her wonderful morning routine of waking up between 8 a.m. and 9 a.m. had moved itself up to be between 7 a.m. and 7:30 a.m., with the occasional 6:30 a.m. thrown in. I haven’t been happy about this.This past night, she woke up for her normal 4 a.m. feeding, and wouldn’t go back to sleep. She laid next to me for the Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108516505511234572005-02-15T17:12:00.000-08:002005-02-15T20:43:05.703-08:00POTTY TALKThe other night, I was “freshening up” in the ladies room at the Old Spaghetti Factory when a woman walked in with her young daughter. She went into a nearby stall saying, “I just want to go to the bathroom by myself,” and closed the door behind her.I couldn’t help but smile.It seems like such a simple request. Not too much to ask, right?Wrong.It’s something that only moms (and a selectKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108409798791317652005-02-14T11:34:00.000-08:002005-02-14T11:39:14.796-08:00NICE“Nice” is a hot topic in our family. Kenny and I are constantly extolling the virtues of “being nice” - talking nice, playing nice, being nice to friends, siblings, etc.“That was so nice of you to share with her.”“Do you think that was a nice way to talk to me?”“It’s so nice to see you kids playing quietly together!”And the list could go on and on.Consequently, Gabriel also talks about “nice”Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108314952103459622005-02-13T09:15:00.000-08:002005-02-13T09:15:52.103-08:00A GLIMPSE OF SARA“Hey, I wonder what will happen if I drop my rattle on the floor? Oh, my mom picks it up. Hmm, wonder if that’ll happen if I do it again? Yep, same thing.What if I shake it a couple of times and then drop it? Got it back again - interesting.Maybe I’ll try dropping it over here this time…wow, even that worked!Now I’ll drop it on the floor and then look at it and spit until my Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108280484432841912005-02-12T23:38:00.000-08:002005-02-12T23:41:24.433-08:00READ THE SIGNSEarlier tonight, I was driving on I95 going north when I passed a large road sign. In big, black lettering, it read:STAYINLANEHmm... Scary to think that there are actually drivers out there who need signs like these.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1108112385073756642005-02-11T00:56:00.000-08:002005-02-11T00:59:45.076-08:00TIME FOR BEDI just watched the worst, most wooden, impersonal talk show interview ever. Jimmy Kimmel was asking Luke Perry about his recent trip to Africa. Here’s a sampling of some of his questions:So. You. Went. To. Africa?Did. You. Like. Africa?What. Did. You. Do. In. Africa?Where. Did. You. Stay. In. Africa?Can’t he at least REVIEW his cue cards before the segment? He was as natural sounding Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1107999177768068462005-02-09T17:29:00.000-08:002005-02-09T17:32:57.766-08:00MUST BE FEBRUARY
I know this because Jake is experiencing his annual growth spurt. Perfect timing, too - about a month too early for shorts, but too late for January sales.
Now, if we could just make it through the rest of the season in the same shoes...
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1107827680538133782005-02-07T17:52:00.000-08:002005-02-07T17:54:40.536-08:00AN OBSERVATION
If you are able to chit-chat on your cell phone while you are doing your cardio, you are NOT working hard enough.
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1107368311034169752005-02-02T10:16:00.000-08:002005-02-02T10:18:31.033-08:00ONLY 9 MORE MONTHS UNTIL HALLOWEEN!
And Gabriel's list keeps on growing...
Darth Vader
Hulk
Musketeer
dragon
dinosaur
Lion King
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1107292393314499772005-02-01T13:07:00.000-08:002005-02-01T20:31:18.706-08:00SUPER NANNY HAS NOTHING ON HER!
Today at Old Navy, I saw a woman browsing the sales racks with her four-year old daughter and her THREE two-year olds! She was dressed in clothes that matched, her hair was done and her make-up was on. Her kids were all dressed cute, hair done and sitting quietly in their stroller, except for the four-year old who stood quietly beside it, waiting for Mom to shop.
Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1107278822721092242005-02-01T09:23:00.000-08:002005-02-01T09:27:02.720-08:00TURNS OUT, LOVE DOES KNOW SOME BOUNDS
Gabriel is crazy about Sara. I mean, he really loves her. He babbles and baby talks to her and likes to say, “She my baby sisser”.
Seems he is always kissing her little hands and face, and burying his head in her belly – anything to get her to giggle.
He fetches her binky when she fusses, brings her toys to play with, and readily gives up what he’s playing Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310164.post-1106785378880798702005-01-26T16:12:00.000-08:002005-01-26T16:29:53.830-08:00ACTUALLY, DON’T TICKLE ME ELMO
Our boys celebrated their birthdays this month which means just one thing – well, one thing besides the expected three or four parties, loads of presents, balloons, multiple cakes, etc. It means birthday portraits.
After the mandatory wait for sickness, bad haircuts and face rashes to come and go, we packed up the kids and headed out for every family’s favorite Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02686219360407539590noreply@blogger.com