
Friday, January 16, 2009
Almost 17 months... time is flying!

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Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Marcos' arm....

This is called the sugar cane splint. When the orthopedic took it off and left the room, Marcos put it back on. He started tearing up. He said," I don't want to throw it away. I like it! " After I told him he could keep it, the tears stopped but he refused to take it off!
He picked blue! He says his muscles look big in it! (notice the cool spider web on the elbow! Gangsta)
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Decorating the Christmas Tree....
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Christmas Day

Marcos gets a new nutcracker every year. For some reason, he really loves them.
This is as close to getting a dog as we have ever come! The kids loved it.

This is everything Marcos made off with. He must have been a very good boy!

Isaiah opened all of his own gifts this year! I loved just being able to sit back, watch, and take pictures from time to time!

All of Saiah's stuff!

If that dog pee's on the carpet one more time!!!;)

All the Santa's sitting around relaxin'.
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Getting into the Christmas spirt
Christmas shopping the day after Thanksgiving is something I haven't done in over 8 years. I don't like the crowds, the rude people that push you out of the way, or the long lines. It just isn't worth it to me.
Well, this year I thought I would go out and see what kind of deals they would have onn kids toys. So on my way to Target, I was feeling a little hungry. I stopped at Wendy's. I sat down by the window to enjoy by mouth watering burger and fries. I was looking out into the parking lot and noticed this older homeless man walking around and asking people for money. I felt so bad. b Everyone was blowing him off, and he looked so confused. A few minutes later, he walked into Wendy's and sat his belongings down on the table and stood there and looked around. One of the workers that was cleaning up the tables started walking towards him, so he picked up his stuff and took off. Where is the Christmas spirit people!
I felt so bad. I thought this poor man is hungry and just wants to eat, and NOBODY is willing to help him out. So I was half way done eating. (I really wanted to finish) I picked up my stuff threw it in the trash and ran to the front to order a couple of burgers. Got the cheeseburgers for him and went on a man hunt to get him his food. I couldn't find him, I looked all over. So, I got in my truck and drove around. I found him standing in front of Circuit City. I parked the truck and ran across the parking lot... this was the conversation he and I had...
Me: Hi, sir. I thought you might be hungry so I got these cheeseburgers for you.
Bum: Ohh... well, I am actually homeless for the night and am looking for any money that you may be able to give me so that I can find a place to stay. (my $4 wasn't going to pay rent, and it wasn't going to fill him up in liquid form either!)
Me: I'm sorry, I don't have any money on me. I just spent my few dollars I had left on YOUR cheeseburgers.
Bum: Well, do you think you could go into this subway and buy me a bag of chips with your credit card and get some money back for me!?
What I wanted to say: ( Are you serious! I want to smash those cheeseburgers in your face right now you idiot!)
Me: No, I'm sorry. I don't have my purse or credit cards on me. Merry Christmas!
The only thing that made me not so mad, was the visual of be stuffing the hamburger bag in his face! haaha
Moral of the story....
We all need to pick our BUM's a little more carefully!!!
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Breakfast conversation with Marcos...
While eating breakfast this morning, Marcos was going over all of his bumps, scrapes, and bruises. He fell off his razor at the park and skinned his knee and ankle (that one did look bad), he was talking about his back flip into the pool that this summer that resulted in 4 staples to the head, how Isaiah bit his finger last night, and how just moments before Isaiah leaned over and pinched him!
Marcos: how much worse can it get?! I have so many owwie's. I fell off my scooter, I hit my head, Isaiah pinches me and bites me! How much worse can it get?! Why don't you ever get hurt?
Me: It is all part of being a kid. You just get hurt. When I was little I had bruises and scrappes all over my legs too.
I began the wonderful story about falling out of the VW rabbit that my mom use to drive.
My sister Mindy was over at Summer Paiges house playing. My mom told me to go with her, so I could run up to the door. (I was already mad, because I didn't get to go over and play. Really I was that annoying little sister that wanted to do whatever Mindy did.)
So, we had just turned onto the Paiges street, and my mom started workin' the gas pedal. I don't know how fast we were going, probably 10 or 15 mph. It seemed more like 50! Any how, I was leaning on the not so forgiving door while playing with that contraption some like to call... the door handle! I fell right out of that sucker, but landed on my feet! I must have looked like a deer in headlights. Eyes popping out of my head the size of golfballs I imagine! I remember not really knowing what I should do, so I put my lanky legs to work and ran with the car, while holding onto the now open door! When my mom realized what was going on and stopped the car, I jumped back into the car and looked down at my toe. Now realizing that I was barefoot and now my big toe was all bloody and gross! So, I went into the Paige's house cleaned and bandaged everything and the rest is history. ( I still think my mom pushed me as a way of training me to become a better runner! Just kidding mom, I love you!
So after telling Marc this story, he was just sat there, you could see his wheels in his head turning. Finally he says this...
Marcos: Mom, how come you were being a nerd and started playing with the door handles?
Haahaa I got called out by my own kid!
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Isaiah had a messy week

His, not sure if I'm caught yet face. He got a hold of Marcos' green washable marker during homework time, and hid with it.
Hitting the paparazzi only gets you in trouble!
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