Sunday, February 24, 2008

See What Boys Will Teach You!



(She is going to kill me for this one day, isn't she?)

Malia

Saturday, February 23, 2008





Look at these babies! Don't you just want to kiss them all over!

Malia

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Winter Blues


I am not quite ready for this to go away...but....I am looking forward to Spring flowers.

Malia

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Two For One

Jackson had a loose tooth for...ever! I finally had to give him an ultimatim because the tooth was so loose that it had moved over and made it look like there was a big gap in his teeth. On Friday, I gave him until 9 p.m. on Sunday and if that tooth was not out, I, no, ... dad was pulling it.

(I couldn't be deemed the bad guy here! Ya know.)

So, here we are on Sunday at 9 p.m.


Now, dad, he didn't want any part of that grumpiness, so I ended up being the bad guy anyway. I started fiddlin' with the first tooth and found that both of his two front teeth were loose. I have, so far, not been able to pull one of my children's teeth. I failed completely with Dylan. Poor kid had to pull his own. Jackson's other teeth that he has lost were all knocked out. This one front tooth, it was pretty easy. I then checked out the other one and it was ready to come out. I struggled with it a little bit. Jackson laid down and out it came and it landed on the back of his tounge.

Sitting up very quickly, "You just tried to choke me to death!"

C'mon Jackson, show me those pretty teeth!


C'mon, hold 'em up! I am proud of that. I pulled two teeth in one night! I don't think that has ever been done!


Malia

A Sign of the Times

I haven't had a good week. I have had financial situations come up, I am under a lot of pressure at work, I even had to dip into our savings account, but nothing, absolutely nothing tops what I got in the mail today. I had to stop in the middle of walking back to the house to make sure I was reading the little card correctly.

"What?! I don't understand?" (Maybe I read it wrong, go back to the top Malia.)

Now I am reading out loud to make sure the words are forming correctly and flowing through the brain that deciphers things...."We regret to inform you the Martha Stewart Living has ceased publication with the September/October issue...."

"What?!!! No more Martha Stewart Living?! This can't be! How can she do that?! This is what she has worked for her entire life! WHAT IS SHE THINKING?!!!! (My heart begins to beat faster and I am finding it hard to breathe, walk the dogs and make sense of Martha's decision WITHOUT CONSULTING ME FIRST!)

"I know, I will call her. That is what I will do. I will call her and I will tell her that she cannot, not send me Martha Stewart Living, not publish Martha Stewart Living, not give me ideas of which I will never try because I cannot find the ingredients or spend $100 on eyelets that are just magnificent!"

I stumbled into the house. Threw the dogs leashes....somewhere...and headed towards the computer where I would feverishly search for a phone number to Martha Stewarts headquarters.

"Mom."

"tap.tap....tap....tap. Click, click....click, click."

"Mom."

"tap.tap....tap....tap. Click, click....click, click."

"Mom. Can I have some lunch now?"

"tap.tap....tap....tap. Click, click....click, click."

"Mooooommm!--Not now Emma! I have to look into somethi...ah ha...here is a number!"

(Yes, okay, press 1, uh huh, okay, press 3...my credit card no.?! Crap! No! I need Martha, I need to talk with someone! I am pretty sure this is one of the signs in Revelations and I must stop it! Oh, "hello?!")

"Yes, Hi! Hi! Yes, hello, listen I..I got this horrible card in the mail and it said that Martha Stewart Living is no longer going to be published and I want to know.....WHY!!! Why! Why are y'all doing this?"

"Oh m'am, I am sorry, that was a misprint. That is for the Martha Stewart Newsletter."

"Oh Thank GOD!!!!!" Click.

Malia

Monday, February 04, 2008

You've Got Mail

This is the E-mail I got from Dylan today:

"you and dad are the best parents any kid could have."

Complete with smiley faces.


(File in: 17-year-old I hate you, you never let me do anything I want to do! file)

Malia