Friday, December 28, 2007
Okay, so in my Christmas festivities I watched Chevy Chase's National Lampoon's Christmas vacation. All this time I thought they were the Griswalds. That is what we have always called them. SO now I am the idiot who claims they are the Griswalds when I actually meant that we are the Griswolds. Oh well. You get the idea. Our family is just as problematic as theirs.
On a different note. I am compiling Luke stories. Unfortunately I have blocked some of the more painful ones from my memory. So if you have a favorite, please share. As I write them down I will put them on the blog. Then I might finally have something to write about.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Today was the best part of having a chicken. I went out to feed my chickens this morning and lo and behold guess what I found in their coop? You will never guess! The cutest, tiniest brown egg. The first ever. A mama couldn't be prouder of her babies. Evie was estatic and so was Luke, I even went out to check for more eggs 4 times today. I told April that I feel like my food storage was now complete. I have my own supply of fresh meat (not the chickens, just the eggs). So if the flu epidemic the commericals are talking about actually happens, you can come to my house for an omelet...
Isaac had the most painful BM on the planet. He was screaming and I felt so bad but there was nothing I could do. The next day I told Andy that we needed to start giving him Miralax again. Come to find out Andy and I were both adding Miralax to his drinks and he got WAY to much laxative for one little boy. The next morning the crap in his crib was unbelievable. I mean REALLY outstanding.
This video of Luke was taken after he had redecorated his room in feces. He was two years old and angry that Evie had been born. I felt so bad leaving him dirty while I filmed but I just had to record the moment for posterity's sake. The sad part of the experience is that this was the first of many poop spreading incidences. He got into his poop every time he pooped for the next year and almost a half. I would find it on the TV, in his rug, on his face and everywhere else. It was a traumatic time of my life and I am glad it is over.