Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
What I realized from this whole experience, was that I really need my thumb. I couldn't turn on or off the lights in my car with my left hand. I had to reach over with my right hand to do it. And even now as I type this post, the difficulty is phenomenal. I have no idea how I am going to do my hair tomorrow, that is the hand I hold the curling brush in. As soon as it heals, I am going to be so grateful for my thumb. (Please feel free to use this message in your next talk)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
This was us, the weekend of our debut album, "Grandma Bailey".
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I am sure "Renny" will have something great planned for you too.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I almost felt like I should be holding on to these things for a scrap book or something, given it was her first real haircut (yes, she's seven). But, I don't do scrap books. Anyway, they will sort of end up in a scrap book, since they will become a wig, and someone will wear that wig, and someone will take a picture of someone wearing that wig, and then someone will put that picture of someone wearing the wig made up of my daughter's first haircut, into some sort of photo/scrap book. I decided it is pretty much the same thing.
Here she is getting is styled.
And here is the final unveiling!! I love it, so if you don't, then there is no need for you to comment. Only praises are welcome on this post.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
It was a sad day for the Thurston kids. Our chickens finally started laying eggs, after months of feeding and taking care of them. But, everytime one of them layed an egg they would cackle up a storm. Since we aren't really supposed to have chickens in our neighborhood, we started to get worried about ticking off our neighbors with the noise. Dwight's bro has a lot of land, and a load of chickens to boot. So I called and asked them if they wanted FIVE more. (They of course did) It was a piece of cake to get Lil' Puddin' Tater, Bessie, Bertha, and Luigi in the box.
Mario was another story. I had to chase him toward the boys, while they got prepped to grab him. (This was our lovely chicken yard. The chickens layed their eggs in the center blocks, so soft and cozy)
Mario was their fav, so we got a final farewell shot with him.
We got them all loaded into the car and headed out to the in-laws. I was feeling kind of bad, cause it was their pets, but the kids were having a great time on the drive. Then we got there and they helped take all the chicken to their new coop, and made sure their cousins all learned the names of their new chickens. As we were pulling away, heading home, the melt downs began. Apparently the kids didn't think that their cousins chickens were as well cared for as their own. (I guess a couple of them had beaks that were busted off....sick) The kids didn't get that their cousins chickens were just a source for eggs, while ours were pets that happen to lay eggs. It's been a pretty emotional week ever since. I finally couldn't take it anymore, and I may have promised to go look for some sort of new pet this weekend when Dwight is around.
Calvin's day sure perked up though. He had scouts today. It usually lasts about an hour. After two, he was still gone. I was starting to get a bit worried, and was just about to head over to look for him, when he came running in the house with the BIGGEST grin on his face. He was yelling for everyone to come see what he made. HIS VERY OWN TOOL BOX!!! Now he has someplace to keep his chizzles and screw drivers. (**a note for some of you who haven't been around Calvin much, he likes to chizzle letters into things like cars and trucks, especially if they are brand new. And he likes to take apart things like vacuum cleaners, dvd players, video game consoles, or anything else that would cost a load of money to fix or buy) But look how happy he is.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I have had quite a few of these sorts of incidents at church. Just the usual though, you know, like forgetting to put on my makeup before I go, or my bra, whatever. No one EVER says anything. I think next week I will forget my skirt altogether. Then we'll see who stays quiet.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
You can clearly see the amount of time and effort that went into this special birthday breakfast. For those of you who are having a hard time with the clarity, I will give you a run down of what is on the menu. 1. A bowl of Lucky Charms. (Note the amount of marshmallows, this lets me know it must have been a fresh box). 2. A plastic cup of water to drink. (Calvin hates milk) 3. Three Andes mints. (A favorite of mine and anyone else who patrons the Olive Garden).
If I were my own mom and dad, there would have also been bacon, eggs, and a wide assortment of juices to drink. PLUS, the cereal would have included a prize that would have been resting on my tray for only me to enjoy. So I know I keep saying this, but I REALLY need to get started on that parenting book!!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Really the only thing I didn't like was that it isn't finished. Hopefully she will finish it, or maybe I could help her out if she needs me to. I'll be waiting and rereading till I hear from her.