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Archive for September, 2008

Tue
30
Sep '08

She’s Channeling MacGyver

I have very short, squatty thumbs which could easily be mistaken for some kind of big toe transplant gone horribly wrong. My nail beds are very short but they make up for it in width. My older brother, Scott, also has clubbed thumbs (Except his are wider than mine, I like to think I have [...]

Tue
23
Sep '08

I love You, Don’t EVER Help Me Again!

I love my Gary. He is such a wonderful husband. He is so patient with me and all of my craziness. From about the time that I found out I was pregnant with Isobel, up until I had her, my house was basically neglected and working it’s way to landfill status. No longer being pregnant [...]

Tue
16
Sep '08

Four Weeks

Isobel is four weeks old today. How can my baby be four weeks old already!?!

Here she is just a few days old and Liv was begging to have her new sister snuggle her that night. Liv thinks she is her real mother and gives everyone instructions on how to properly take care of her baby. [...]

Thu
11
Sep '08

Smarter Than The Average Bear

I am obsessive about putting my babies in onsies. They always have a onesie under their regular clothes until around their first birthday. (Already, I can tell that this story has you on the edge of your seat.) Shortly after Liv turned one it was spring and the weather was warm enough for her to [...]

Thu
4
Sep '08

Ready. Aim. FIRE!!!!

My little baby girl has three things that she does very well.
1. She is a great sleeper. She sleeps through all of the noise the three other kids make. She occasionally even sleeps through the night and I will have to wake her up to eat. Many people have never seen her awake. She loves [...]

Wed
3
Sep '08

Summer Legs? What About Summer Face?

Liv loves to play with her friends, but even more than that, she loves to boss around her friends. Liv was playing outside with her friend last week and she started to race him to his swingset. She was racing him because she wanted to get to the swing with the wooden seat before he [...]