Friday, February 29, 2008

I posted the other day about bananas. Yep, bananas. You probably read it already and that's not important. What is important is that I've put off updating everyone on our events and pictures for over two months now. So here they our... Our life in pictures. Christmas eve to last week.


Christmas Eve @ PopPop & Omi's


Our handsome litte Pin hung out in the tupperware drawer for a good part of the night. He's adorable so he gets away with quite a bit.


Nathan had a rough go of things but his little outfit was adorable, if I do say so myself. And what a cute little chicken leg.
Kenz and Nate.



Shane and Nate



Nateski



This is how I ate a good portion of my dinner. It was a bit uncomfortable but on the bright side it did cut down on the amount of Christmas calories I consumed!



Proof that Lexie is a pill.


Lex and her 2nd cousin, Rachel. This is after they opened all their presents and proof that buying gifts for children is more for the parents than the kids since they'd rather jump on the bubble wrap the gift came in.


Christmas Morning


Our offical jammie pictures. Every year we give eachother new jammies on Christmas eve. Then Christmas morning we take a family pic. Yes, we are very cute.



This second jammie pic is the better one but Nate has a cute little smile in the first one!


Christmas Morning @ Nana's








Surprise!


Nana's getting married!











Spoiled!

Spoiled Rotten. Rotten. Rotten. Daddy Warbucks, I mean Uncle Zacky bought his little niece Alexis a car. Pink of course. She was extatic. Owen was excited beyond words. And you'll notice Momo was chucked in the trunk. There was lots of laughing as the swerved down the street. We're trying to teach her to keep her eyes on the road. Maybe Nana can take her for her first drive. Right Mom! Ha Ha

Ole'

Little Nateski. Too funny!



Buddies!


Dan and Jacque let us have Austin for a few hours one night so we had a little baby cousin photoshoot. It must have been a little too long because Austin got hungry and tried to eat Nate. We gave him a bottle instead. :0)



Dress Up Fun



Lexie loves dressing up. And she loves sharing her dress up clothes with Talli. And even with her stinky little brother.

Valentine's Day

For Valentine's Day, Dan and Shane took Jacque and I to see a play at a little theater in Talent, OR. It was really fun to go to the show and the acting was great but I wasn't a big fan of the play, Soctology. You can Google it if you want a synopsis.

Valentine's Day weekend, Nana came for a visit. She took me to Ashland for the day and we stayed in a hotel there. I got to do what ever I wanted, including; shopping, eating, drinking Diet Coke, consuming lots of chocolate and taking a lovely 3.5 hour nap. It was pure heaven. Here are a few pics from our mini-vakay.

Yummmmm


Strange man we saw downtown earilier in the day turned up at our hotel. In case you can't tell, he's wearing a colorful tie-dye shirt tucked into his kilt and yes, those are knee high tube-like socks he's got on with his Tevas.

Nice.

Nightstand Carnage.


Our little fireplace. Nothing says cozy like a few glowing plastic logs. Check out the power cord to the right of the logs.


We even had a telephone in our bathroom. In case we ran out of toilet paper?!

Nana and Owen after we returned home.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Welcome to the Monkey House!!

I have been craving banana bread for weeks. WEEKS! I buy bananas and wait for them to get nice and yucky brown. (Yellow bananas are worthless for banana bread.) But the bananas never get brown. They disappear.

Last week I bought two large bunches. GONE!

3 days ago I bought 18(ish) bananas. There are 3 still quite yellow bananas. I've been at work for 3 hours. So we're probably down to 1 or 2.

I think I may be out of luck. No banana bread for me I suppose. Yes, I deserve to be pitied. (And maybe sent some tastey homemade banana bread with nuts &/or choc. chips.)

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Sooo Cool

Such a funny little guy. He loves his new sunglasses. The only problem is he pulls them down to see and then can't get them back in place so he gets frustrated and cries. He's so cute in them though so I don't really mind having to constantly reposition them. It's worth it.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Public Appology

I'd like to appologize to any of you out there that may have stock in The Coca Cola Company. I imagin your share prices have plummeted in the past two weeks. Hopefully you did not sell. I am no longer feeling sick and am back on the Diet Coke wagon. The Diet Coke stock should be back up soon.

Happy Drinking!

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Nice Insight

In a message dated 2/4/2008 5:39:48 AM Pacific Standard Time, lmontgomery@957thewolf.com writes:
The Price of Children

This is just too good not to pass on to all. Something absolutely positive for a change. I have repeatedly seen the breakdown of the cost of raising a child, but this is the first time I have seen the rewards listed this way. It's nice, The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition. But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into:

· $8,896.66 a year,
· $741.3 month, or * $171.08 a week.
· That's a mere $24.24 a day!
· Just over a dollar an hour.

Still, you might think the best financial advice is don't have children if you want to be "rich." Actually, it is just the opposite.

What do you get for your $160,140?

* Naming rights. First, middle, and last!
* Glimpses of God every day.
* Giggles under the covers every night.
* More love than your heart can hold.
* Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
* Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
* A hand to hold, usually covered with jelly or chocolate.
* A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites
* Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.

For $160,140, you never have to grow up. You get to:

* finger-paint,
* carve pumpkins,
* play hide-and-seek,
* catch lightning bugs, and
* never stop believing in Santa Claus. You have an excuse to:
* keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh,
* watching Saturday morning cartoons,
* going to Disney movies, and
* wishing on stars.
* You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle wreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.

For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a hero just for:

* retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof,
* taking the training wheels off a bike,
* removing a splinter,
* filling a wading pool,
* coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.

You get a front row seat to history to witness the:

· first step,
· first word,
· first bra,
· first date, and
· first time behind the wheel.

You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and great grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits.

So . . one day they will like you, love without counting the cost. That is quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!
Love & enjoy your children & grandchildren!!!!!!!

Monday, February 4, 2008

Speechless

This morning before church Lex and I were in the shower together. I was washing my hair she was washing the walls.

Lex: Mommy, I'm speechless.

Me: You're speechless?

Lex: Yeah, Mommy. I just don't know what to say!


Sometimes she is very silly... and very strange.

That's a picture she drew of me by-the-way. In case you couldn't tell.

And this is Mister Potatohead...