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My little blogger friend school scroll box had done something rather wacky so I removed it until I have time to correct it!  Sorry about that!

In other news.  Kids have been playing in the ice.  We inadvertantly learned about weather...there is a key difference between freezing rain and sleet and it was pretty interesting (We'll have to thank the weather man for the great lesson he provided on the news last night).  To make a long story short though you want SLEET not freezing rain.  (Freezing rain attaches itself to power lines and causes all sorts of problems...sleet makes the roads dangerous, but so does the freezing rain, but it doesn't stick to powerlines)

D-12 fell in the ice today.  Okay, not so much fell as threw himself down the hill so he could go sliding.   Although I did warn him of the chance that he would severely injure himself because he's 12 and as you know, all twelve year olds are invincible, he chose to nod, wave  back and answer "yeah".  Too bad he didn't think before he threw himself on the ice and slid into the cemented in corner post of the dog run.  YEOUCH!!!  He's fairly black and blue and clueless.  He wobbled out to the ice after a few minutes of moaning and groaning and did it again.  This time his body screamed enough and he started throwing up and is dizzy.  Although he claims that he didn't hit his head I have to wonder if he has a mild concussion.

He was miserable and M-9 felt awful for him so she came in and made him hot cocoa. As she sat it on the table in the nook it just slid right across the table and hit the floor, shattering the coffee cup and throwing cocoa everywhere.  That's cleaned up now (Although M is feeling awful for breaking Daddy's coffee mug, despite the fact that I have assured her repeatedly that all dad will care about is that she didn't cut herself).

E-4 keeps running down the hall and coming back to me laughing with nothing on but a mitten (On his hand! Get your mind out of the gutter).  He doesn't seem to understand that it's 20 degrees out.  Either that or he doesn't care...or he enjoys the outraged yell from G-6 everytime he accidentally glances up to see Little man running around in his scivvies. 

I totally don't feel like cooking dinner tonight.  If I had my 'druthers we'd get pizza...of course i would also need money and a road not caked in ice.  I suppose that means I must cook. DARN DARN DARN!

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I think I may sing to myself...

Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...

See, the bonus here is that you can't hear how seriously bad I am! LOL

My kiddos, who like to sleep in until 8, woke up at around 5:30  (So they could beat their early bird mama up!!) and made me breakfast in bed!  Eggs and toast.  What a great birthday morning!

Hope you have an equally lovely day!

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Three weeks of nonstop meltdowns culminated in a morning of rocking and crying and boxing his ears under the church pew.

My nerves are shot.

My head hurts.

And I just want to cry.

Next time I'm going to ask him to scooch over and make room for me under there.

1 Thessalonians 2:7 but we were gentle among you, like a mother caring for her little children.

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Four ago today...the first time I looked into his big eyes, stroked his sweet head, kissed his plump cheeks...


Today...he is upset that he's not 3. He wants to remain a baby and not "just a kid". It took a lot for him to work up the grin in this photo. I'm sure he'll be better once he sees the cake his sissy is baking for him.


Happy birthday Little Man E!!! We love you!

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My children are very generous.  They always are.  A few years back my oldest son received some money for something, the first thing he did was ask if he could take us out to lunch...and thus began a tradition that they all follow.

Every birthday, everytime any one of them receives money they immediately buy lunch for their siblings OR they buy them something they've been wanting, yes, even the 3 year old (who will be four tomorrow!!).

From doll clothes to Action figures, from pizza to chicken; they have always been more than generous. 

It amazes me to watch it.  To see these children receive money and plan how they can do something special for someone else with it, rather than thinking solely of themselves, is pretty incredible. 

A few weeks ago my daughter wanted to sell one of her DS games to Gamestop.  Knowing she wouldn't get much for it we paid her $5 for the game.  Three days ago she bought her brothers all sodas.  She had $2 left.

And that's what brings me to this post.

My oldest son can buy pizza and a soda at Youth group for $2.  He came up to me not 5 minutes ago and asked if he could have $2 for pizza tonight. I told him tonight wasn't a good night, not because of lack of money, but because Mike is working late and we will be rushed and he'd get there too late for the pizza.  But before I could explain that my 9 year old jumped out of her chair, grabbed her remaining $2 and handed it to him.  "Here, take it! Have a good dinner!," she proclaimed. 

D handed it back to her, "No M, I can't take your last two dollars, thanks though."

She handed it back to him, "Seriously D, nothing I can buy for $2 will mean more to me than you getting to eat with the youth group.  Take it, have fun!"

Just a proud mommy moment.

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A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he hears:

BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an uprightcasket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.

BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...

Terrified,the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him

FASTER...
FASTER...

BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.
However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping

clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...

on his heels, the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!
Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
and,

(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)

The coffin stops
 
(Special thanks to my SIL for sending this one on! LOL)

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He's five today! I can't believe it! But he had a great day.  We had a family over to help him celebrate, and he got some new trains for his train table as well as some other fun stuff (clothes and action figures!).  He's LOVING being a great big 5 years old and walks around asking "Who's the most handsome 5 year old in the world?" (Yeah, he's not vain at all)