According to Milo, you're a boy if you have a penis and tentacles, and you're a girl if you have a mergina.
Just wanted to make sure you were aware of this. Keep those tentacles under control, boys!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Milo's newsflash
Okay, so the kid is getting MUCH more creative at making up excuses as to why he won't eat (or even try) certain things. Tonight I offered him a bite of my leftover lasagna to try, and instead of saying "No thanks," Milo said this:
"You know, I saw on the news today that eating lasagna is BAD for 4-year old kids. It makes their brains turn red and fall out of their heads."
Well, now, we certainly don't want THAT to happen, do we?
By the way, Milo was eating a nice healthy dinner of a chicken patty, a biscuit with cheese and some applesauce, so the lasagna just would have been a lil' appetizer if he had taken the risk and eaten it.
"You know, I saw on the news today that eating lasagna is BAD for 4-year old kids. It makes their brains turn red and fall out of their heads."
Well, now, we certainly don't want THAT to happen, do we?
By the way, Milo was eating a nice healthy dinner of a chicken patty, a biscuit with cheese and some applesauce, so the lasagna just would have been a lil' appetizer if he had taken the risk and eaten it.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Big Steps for A Big Man!
Some major "big man" changes are going on around here! Just this past week, Milo has figured out how to do two huge and important things:
1. Wipe his own butt! Woooooo hooooooo! This is a huge load off my mind (no pun intended :)
2. Snap his own jeans!
Milo can also open his own milk carton all by himself, and pick out his own clothes and put them on all by himself, right side up and right side out AND sometimes makes his own peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast. (with a little supervision)
1. Wipe his own butt! Woooooo hooooooo! This is a huge load off my mind (no pun intended :)
2. Snap his own jeans!
Milo can also open his own milk carton all by himself, and pick out his own clothes and put them on all by himself, right side up and right side out AND sometimes makes his own peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast. (with a little supervision)
You know you're a redneck when...
Quinn loved being a junkyard dog so much that he didn't want to come out of the crate when we got home, so I left him in there for a while. He is too funny.
This is the song that was running through my head the entire time I was tooling around with the mutts: the Sanford & Son theme.
Backyard delights
Corey took some lovely pictures of our backyard in the late afternoon sunlight. We both love this time of year, when the plants are still looking good, but the weather is so much more enjoyable. And the bugs are a lot less noticeable!
Corey's sunflower patch. Some of the sunflowers are about 10 feet tall!
The very definition of a hussy
You've all known girls like this in college. They'll sleep in anyone's bed as long as it's convenient for them. Meet Monet. I swear, that cat would go sleep in the neighbors' beds if we let her. I've found her in the dogs' various sleeping areas, in our beds...and most recently, when I was making Milo's bed the other day, this is what I found.
Cat lump. At first I thought it was a big wrinkle in the sheets, and then it meeped at me when I tried to flatten it out.
Want a laugh?
I have been sucked into the forces of the dark side and now have a facebook page. I'm not all that enthused about the experience, although I do have to say the photo uploading is quick and easy. I posted a bunch of "blast from the past" photos recently....check them out at:
Good times!
Good times!
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