tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60983795470020154262024-02-19T03:52:19.856-06:00Tattles and TellsAmandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10014710251593975662noreply@blogger.comBlogger471125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098379547002015426.post-1285122861764470072015-01-02T09:43:00.001-06:002015-01-02T09:43:39.208-06:00New Blog!Please head on over to <a href="http://tattlesandtells.com/">Tattles and Tells</a>, the official site to read the blog. I will no longer be using this one. This one is nice though! If you're subscribed via e-mail, you will have to re-sign up over there, but there is a link for that! It's still a work in progress, and nothing is really complete minus the blog transfer.<br />
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Happy New Year!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08160141507988733270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098379547002015426.post-81567447120836647652013-04-26T20:58:00.000-05:002013-04-26T20:58:04.378-05:00Trike-a-thonIan meet and beat his trike-a-thon goal!! Thank you for those who participated! (You can still donate until next week).<br />
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Ian having a fantastic time riding!</div>
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Ian's school has met their goal as well. So, we're pretty pumped up. Eventually, Ian got off of his bike and began running and dodging other children on their bikes. I had to caution him against that.<br />
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On another note, this weekend, Stephen and I will be digging up nearly our entire yard getting it ready for next spring and other awesome plans that we have. We are also throwing away scraps and tables and things from the backyard that are atrocious. We got our dumpster in:<br />
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If you're bored this weekend, you should stop by and help!<br />
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Thanks again for everybody that helped! (Mainly, all of the grandparents and God parents!!)<br />
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Ian's goal is to raise $100.00 total. And because I just remembered about this, we have raised $0. Anything would be appreciated, even $1.<br />
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Ian has his own personal donation site: <a href="http://www.mytrikeathon.org/bendig">Ian's Trike-a-thon</a>.<br />
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Thanks in advance for your donation! I'll try and post pictures tomorrow of him riding.<br />
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Have a great night!<br />
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Mila and Stephen went on a daddy daughter date and Mila was super pumped up. She picked out her outfit and everything. She was doing all kinds of twirls and saying "princess" the entire time. So cute, so excited. I'm sure she'll continue to love these pictures in the future.<br />
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Ian's super over-the-top personality is coming out more and more everyday. He is so funny! And Ms Mila is talking more and more. She is very feisty too and is standing up for herself to Ian, love it!!<br />
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I don't know exactly how long it has been, but it's been a while. And, so far, very successful. <i>Very.</i> At first, I wasn't sure. But, then, he has accidently had gluten a few times, <i>oops</i>, and the change is humongous. It isn't very hard, not yet anyways. I find, we just eat cleaner meals. I actually lost weight at first because it was so different, awesome consequence. Ian didn't though, don't worry. He enjoys healthy foods, so it hasn't been a difficult transition, plus there are a ton of gluten free alternatives out there if he just <i>has </i>to have something.<br />
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Example of his daily foods? For breakfast, usually Chex (gluten free) cereal with milk and some juice, water, or a piece of fruit. Then, he snacks ALL DAY LONG. This is always mixed, carrots, fruits, pirate booty (yes, that's a real thing), or cheese and gluten free crackers. Oh, another favorite is corn tortillas with hummus. For lunch, he might have a boiled egg or a rice cake with peanut butter and jelly... it really just depends on what he's in the mood for. One difficult part is Ian doesn't really like meat. He'll eat deli meat, so we'll try to incorporate that some, but he probably gets most of his protein from peanut butter, eggs, and milk. Which seems to be working fine for him.<br />
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We got some Kerby Lane gluten free pancake mix and I made waffles with it the other weekend (Apple Cinnamon) and I'm never going back to regular waffles. These things were amazing. So Delicious!!<br />
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Funny enough, Stephen and I have found, that Ian will usually choose the gluten free choice. We think that he must notice it makes him feel different. Or maybe, he just likes those foods better! Who knows, but we are going to keep it going! It is more expensive, but there are coupons online and we've reverted back to making a meal plan. I like the meal plan, we don't follow it to the T, but it's nice to have quick gluten free options already written out for me to choose from.<br />
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Okay, got to run now, busy, busy day! Peace!<br />
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If I'm being completely honest, I'm surprised it was so long... it was very wobbly on the round blocks. But, they had a blast, that's all that matters. It's so wonderful to have help like this every once in a while! Like, earlier in the week when Jackie helped me clean out Ian's room and get rid of a bunch of clothes!<br />
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For those of you who don't have facebook, we took the kids to take bluebonnet pictures earlier this week, I'm in love!!<br />
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I know what you're thinking, adorable. Ha! It was really quick, but lots of fun! We're still here, and still doing fine. All that I can say, is thank goodness I have a chiropractor grandma, awesome parents, awesome friends, and great kids. My arm feels like it's almost back to normal now. I feel for my mom know who's had these tense shoulder problems before, it literally immobilizes you! She wasn't messing around. :)<br />
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Over the weekend, Ian ran his first race!</div>
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He had so much fun! He ran with his papaw. Afterwards, he tole me that he needed to run it 3 more times. Oh, Ian. You're adorable.<br />
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Day 2 of Gluten Free diet for Ian has worked out well. And, we've already begun to notice a difference, I think. It's really too soon to speak... so I'll update more on that at the end of spring break.<br />
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A couple of days ago I wrote a post entitled "tired" but it was from my kindle fire and I got frustrated with how slow typing was, so that post is no more. But, I have news, I'm still tired. Ha! The kids have been on a new level of crazy lately. Maybe it's the season? Every single day, Ian has gotten into his fish tank. Yes, it has a child safety latch on it, yes, he can undo it. We're looking around for one that's harder to open. Anyways, he puts things in the tank and does other crazy things. Like, gets a cup and gets scoops of water then throws it all over his room. The messy and <i>dirtiness</i> of my house is starting to make me feel like a crazy person (anxious mostly). I really can't keep up. A scenario, if you will. I went to do the dishes a couple of days ago, I come back 15 minutes later to find Ian, I find this:<br />
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I was really upset about it. I walked into his room, saw this, and cried. I know, that seems a little ridiculous. But, this was about day 10 in a row of seeing crazy scenes like this, there were toys in the fish tank, and I just couldn't handle it. The situation showed me that Ian actually is really empathetic. He wanted to make me happy, so he made me come back into his room, which looked like this:<br />
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Other than that, the kids are actually really good. Mila is saying "Uh Oh!" all the time now. Ian runs in his first race really soon, hopefully I'll be able to take some pictures.<br />
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Well, Mila is awake now, so I got to go. Tomorrow is Stephen's birthday though, pretty excited!<br />
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I think it's about time to have a Crayon-Eating Intervention with Mila.<br />
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P.S. I have all of my images on my phone synced with my albums on Google. Blogger <i>finally</i> allows me to access those pictures via the internet.... WOO HOO!Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08160141507988733270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098379547002015426.post-45545003838323697442012-02-22T07:17:00.000-06:002012-02-22T07:17:14.639-06:00Responsibility Chart, Double Ear Infection, and Walks with Ian's BFF<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Besides Mila's crying all the time now (she's kind of turning into a drama queen, I have <i>no</i> idea where she gets that from) we've been good so far today. I'm catching up on laundry and cleaning, pretty much everything household-y since it all fell to the way side during 2 months of sickness. But, Daddy Bendig has been pretty busy around here too.<br />
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Our door was unfinished since we moved in and the peep hole was so high that only a giant could see through it. Stephen was kind enough to lower it (I can see through it now!) and paint it blue! Next, we need to paint the inside of the door and either take off the storm door or fix it. It was an extremely lazy install job. And, this past weekend, Stephen made some headway on the front yard.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><i>The process of the front garden/future patio.</i></span></div>
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We're still in the drawing plans here. But Stephen has killed everything here. We're going to had a little patio of sorts right next to the house and we're going to add some drought-resistant plants. We are going to choose our materials sometime over the next two weeks and start digging and leveling this week. Stephen has been such a good sport about it too!<br />
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So, yes, we've been a little busy. I even got to have a girl's night! Franny came in from out of town and we all went out. First to a karaoke bar, then to a bar where this hilarious band was playing. Amy was there too, but she took the picture...<br />
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We had a really good time. Stephen got a guys night out the following night. It was a really good break that I really needed. Staying inside with sick and cranky kids has had me on edge lately.<br />
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And I don't think I ever shared, but here's the birthday outfit that I made for Mila.<br />
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Not too bad for my first sewing project of the clothes variety. And lastly, but not least, one of the adorable dresses that my grandma made for Mila.<br />
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I promise I love Ian too, but he never lets me take any pictures of him! I'm trying my best! Maybe since he's done being sick *hopefully* he'll let me snap some shots.<br />
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Oh, I'm researching sleep machines for Miss Mila. Does anyone know of any that are loud? And I just want white noise, she seems to do best with that. She has a little travel one that is sketchy at best and turns off before she falls asleep, if it even wants to turn on, and my kindle isn't loud enough for me to just download a sound.<br />
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Mila's party was so much fun! I had a lot of help too though.<br />
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I remember Christmas, it was so awesome when I was younger. And, I still enjoyed it this year. It was nice to stay up late with Stephen, watch a Christmas movie, wrap, wait in anticipation of our kids the next morning. I must say, Stephen and I were up before the kids, they kind of slept in. My parent's watched them until pretty late, so it doesn't surprise me.<br />
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There we are at the doctor's office. Ian is wearing his hand-me-up doctor's shirt for the occasion, he has a really big personality and opinion lately. Not pictured are his house shoes, both Thomas and Cars, that he just <i>had</i> to wear to the doctor. And yup, ear infection. He's on antibiotics until the day after Christmas. And, I should probably mention, boy has gained 3 pounds since last month. That, and he keeps complaining about the bones hurting in his legs. I'm thinking we may see a growth spurt soon, that would be exciting, because I don't think he's really had one!</div>
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Mila is pretty mobile now and loves playing with Ian. She tries to do everything that he does. That's them at a local bounce house. They have different sections for those who are really young, so I like it a lot. But, Ian won't stay over there. He is all over the place, it gives me a few minor heart attacks, but seems to run him ragged. Fair exchange? Probably not, but beggars can't be choosers.<br />
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Mila is sitting in this picture, but I swear that she is a full time walker now. She'll crawl if she has to get somewhere really quick, but that's about it. She's also picked up a few adorable things. She's still waving "hi" and "bye" but I love hearing her say it too. It's hilarious! Recently, she started picking up any object that could possibly be a phone and holding it up to her ear and saying "hello." Does that mean that I'm on the phone a lot? She's just picking things up left and right and I'm a little more sad about it this time around. I feel like she's no longer a baby anymore. And all she wants to do is play with her big brother, or just his toys. If he is playing with his trains and leaves the room, she hightails it over there and plays as hard as she can until he gets back. It's really entertaining to watch. I've noticed that if he shoves her, she goes in for a bite.... at least she can hold her own.<br />
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A while ago, Ian had 2 bruises on his ear and we couldn't figure it out for the life of us. We asked him what it was from and he said "Mila!" Which, made since, because that was the same distance as her vampire teeth. Ian needs to be nice to his <i>little</i> sister, she is one tough cookie.<br />
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There's Ian, the heart melter. Lately, he asks me things like "do you want my heart mom?" And then he'll proceed to pretend to take his heart out of his chest and give it to me. Then, he'll ask for mine. It's the cutest thing in the world. He does it if I step on a toy and hurt myself too. And if he gets hurt, he asks me for his heart back and for my heart too. Lol. I don't know where he comes up with this stuff, but it is so stinking cute!<br />
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He is really coming into his own as a big brother too. More times than not, he knows that he has to trade a toy for his toy back and that she longer wants the dumb toys. He'll play chase with there where they crawl around the house and they both belly laugh. He even wakes up in the morning and immediately asks for Mila now too.<br />
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These two can be pretty stressful, but they always do something that makes up for it... like being crazy amounts of cute!</div>
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Here is my happy girl walking. Today, I had to double take as she was walking right by me down the hallway with no destination in sight.</p>
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<i>Please note that I started this post on Ian's birthday and am just now getting back to it at the end of the month. And now it's much more than just a birthday party to talk about.</i><br />
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Ian's party was Thomas-themed and he had such a good time! We even had a pinata, that Ian wouldn't hit, until the very end when Uncle Aaron somehow bribed him to come outside and hit it.<br />
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Mila enjoyed the cupcakes, can you tell?<br />
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Aunt Jackie made Ian's DELICIOUS cupcakes, they even had a chocolate filling! So delicious and so fun. The party was really a good time.<br />
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<br />Above are random pictures. One of Mila sleeping with Curious George. The other is Ian and Mila playing on the porch, waiting for Daddy to get home. Ian insisted on wearing his underwear on the outsides of his pants.<br />
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Now, here are some things the kiddos are currently doing so I don't forget!<br />
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Miss Mila. She's growing in leaps and bounds and it's really making me sad! She's supposed to be my little baby.<br />
She's walking from coffee table to furniture. Can stand up unassisted. Saying 'hi' and 'bye' and waving. She says "YAY!" and either throws her arms up in the air or claps. And she is totally a grandpa's girl and willing goes to him instead of me now. Let's see, she's refusing to eat baby food, only table food. Which is good and bad I think. She's still sleeping like a pro, I really like that! She wants to follow her brother around, and if Julian is around, she follows both of them.<br />
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Ian. Oh my goodness, Ian. I cannot believe he's 3 years old. He has his first musical at school coming up and I'm really excited about it! I know that he loves to sing. At school, they bless their food with a song before they eat, and he was singing it really loud in the middle of the meal too, adorable. He gets along with his sister for the most part, which is nice, but always wants the toy she is playing with, and viseversa. If I let him, he'd live outside in his sandbox. <i>Notice, that's where this picture was taken.</i> I love that we can talk and have real conversations now too, it's so surreal. He was just a baby yesterday! This 2-3 year was really crazy with the mental development.<br />
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It makes me so incredibly thankful that I'm able to stay home with the babies.<br />
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That's all for now. As usual, I'll try my hardest to update more!!!<br />
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This was the Utopia Fest symbol. Ian <i>had</i> to touch it.</div>
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The views around the entire festival were beautiful! I wasn't able to capture a good enough picture to describe it, but this was as close as I got.</div>
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My new vibrams. On the stage behind them is Kyle Offidani. He was pretty good.</div>
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Michael and Ian playing cars in the dirt.</div>
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Black and White Years... remember when I embarrassed myself?</div>
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Ian hiding.</div>
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The festival was fun! And today is my mom's birthday. So, we got to go now. :) I'll try and update more, always do!<br />
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**VERY PICTURE HEAVY!**<br />
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Mila pants actually sleeping! It wasn't a very common sight.</div>
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Ian took his drums and ran to the little stage. ha!</div>
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Ian drumming on the other dudes' drums. He LOVED drumming, we spent a lot of time here at kiddie limits.</div>
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Ian doing some arts and crafts. He got to dip a car in paint and roll it around. He thought it was awesome!</div>
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Day 2 of 3 days of colored mohawks. His head is still red!</div>
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Julian reaching to me for help... Mwhaha!</div>
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The boys are very focused while painting... they are so cute!</div>
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Mila with her earmuffs on. A stranger stopped and asked to take a picture of her. Lol.</div>
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This is always how Julian eats his yogurt, in style.</div>
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Ian has yogurt on his face... oh that boy!</div>
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Here are the boys being very style-ish.</div>
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Mila and Papaw watching a band.</div>
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I like to call this one, Fight to the Death.</div>
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Namaw and Mila.</div>
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Fun Fact: Julian slept more than both of my kids combined.</div>
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We played in the sand a lot to escape the rain. Yes, rain...</div>
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Uncle Aaron visiting us in our hideout.</div>
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Jackie and Julian. :)</div>
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That's it people! I took a bagillion more pictures, but I don't want to bore you with them. Maybe I'll post some from our weekend a little sooner. Peace!<br />
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But it was so much fun! Now, we are going to enjoy a day of rest. Maybe I'll be able to post more pictures tonight.<br/>
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My dreams of Ian and naps are demolished. Not one nap at ACL, and Mila barely slept. But now, mom is tired.<br/>
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Sorry I have been absent. To sum up the prior two days, poopoo what I found in the fridge.<br/>
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Floor cleaner. That is all.<br/>
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Hello! Here is another rendition of Ten on Tuesday.</div>
<br /><b>1. What is your favorite brand of shoes?</b><br />Hmm... My Vibrams, my Clarks, and of course, Steve Madden.<br /><div>
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<b>2. How old were you when you learned to tie your shoes?</b><br />I haven't the slightest clue. Perhaps one of my parental figures knows the answer to this.</div>
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<b>3. How do you feel about freckles?</b><br />I lurve them.</div>
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<b>4. I can count to ten in ___ languages.</b><br />2</div>
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<b>5. What is your favorite store-bought ice cream flavor?</b><br />Homemade Vanilla? Ha! Rocky Road Ice Cream... but recently, I think it's only because my grandpa would feed it to me all the time because it was his favorite ice cream. :)</div>
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<b>6. Were you in ballet or gymnastics as a little girl?</b><br />Both.</div>
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<b>7. Who is your favorite Sesame Street character?</b><br />None. But if I <i>had</i> to choose, Big Bird.</div>
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<b>8. What’s your bedtime?</b><br />When the kids go to bed. And maybe a little after if I have something to do...er... this blog.</div>
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<b>9. Do you have any jewelry that you wear every single day?</b><br />My wedding rings. Sometimes either Stephen's necklace or one that my Grandma B gave me. And sometimes some earrings from the mommers.</div>
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<b>10. Who is the bug killer in your household?</b><div>
Stephen, hands down. He may, or may not <i>you be the judge</i>, have come home from work on occasion to kill some bugs.</div>
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I hope that everyone has a fabulous day!<br /><br /><img border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/amememas/Signature-1.png" /></div>
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Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08160141507988733270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098379547002015426.post-10299234064552585612011-08-29T06:34:00.000-05:002011-08-29T06:34:44.688-05:00Mommy GogglesGood morning! If you are reading this, Amy is probably at the dentist getting a wisdom tooth pulled from her head. We may (or may not) be helping her with the whole driving situation. We are on-call,a-nice. Poor Amy. And the crazy-ass is still going to work on Tuesday. But, Amy isn't my child, so onward.<br />
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My current state? Mila is crying in her crib not wanting to go night night. She stands up and cries, and only know how to plop back down, if she wanted. So I keep going in there and putting her back down. She then pretends to be sleeping and then wakes up and starts screaming again... standing in her crib. Come on Mila, it isn't that bad! Or is it? I don't know, I would like more sleep, she should too.<br />
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<i>I couldn't take it. I went and got her and put her to sleep that way. Then, Amy came over and Mila woke up... so she stayed up late with the girls. This little one is becoming really active like her bubba.</i><br />
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This last week was pretty fun. We got to go to the park and take pictures with my parents. A grandparent/grandchildren photo-session if you will. It was pretty fun, the kids got to splash around like the bonkers children that they are afterwards.<br />
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<i>Long side note: That's where I stopped last night because Amy came over and we watched an episode of Heavy. Her old roommate was on it and I hadn't seen it. It was pretty good. Lost a ton of weight. Now, this morning, we are going to take her to the dentist, it was decided last night. Yikes for Amy!</i><br />
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Alright, so back to the kids. They really enjoyed playing with grandma and grandpa at the playground and they even got to play in the water afterwards. It was a lot of fun. We should make it a weekly thing.<br />
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Let's see here, Ian got a hair cut last week, super cute! I'll post pictures that later on... my camera isn't in here!<br />
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Peace out people! I'll update more later in the week, I'm tired... :)<br />
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