Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Germs
Last night Zane woke up sick.
When he lay back down he said, "I got someone else's germs."
I said "Yes, someone's germs got inside your body."
He said, "Those germs are so loud I can't even sleep!"
When he lay back down he said, "I got someone else's germs."
I said "Yes, someone's germs got inside your body."
He said, "Those germs are so loud I can't even sleep!"
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
what do you know?
pencil writing "I hope you are feeling better" for our sick neighbor.
He can barely hold a pencil, but he obviously gets the idea about
spelling!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
soak the pain away
Mom gets to stay home from work today! :-)
the agony of da feets
Upon seeing a picture last weekend of Zane at a birthday party in cowboy attire with tennis shoes, his loving Papa insisted on buying him some authentic boots!
So this weekend, when Nana and Papa came to babysit for the day they brought what may be the best present Zane has ever received. Jeff said when he opened the package his face lit up like a four-year old boy who had just gotten a pair of authentic cowboy boots!
He didn’t take them off until 2 full days later. He ran around, he rode his scooter, he went for a big walk, the whole time carrying his big, plastic, orange gun in the belt he was using as a holster.
This morning, at 7am I heard some crying coming from downstairs. I thought, wow! I haven’t heard that in years (and I said a little prayer of thanks for that realization).
Darla announced that Zane’s ankles hurt.
Zane couldn’t get out of bed. He couldn’t even sit up because his ankles, his knees and his hamstrings were so sore! Poor little chicken. I gave him some Tylenol, got out the heating pad and gave him a little massage. We talked about what made this happen because of course he had NO idea.
He said, “From now on I will wear the boots on Sunday and not Monday. Wednesday and not Thursday. On Friday and not Saturday. … or maybe just for a little bit on Saturday.”
It was the cutest thing you ever heard.
I did get him out of bed. We shuffled to the bathroom. It was just like helping a little old man excpet he’s 3 feet tall.
He’s at pre-school now and I’m sure the fun of telling everyone about the boots is easing the pain even further.
So this weekend, when Nana and Papa came to babysit for the day they brought what may be the best present Zane has ever received. Jeff said when he opened the package his face lit up like a four-year old boy who had just gotten a pair of authentic cowboy boots!
He didn’t take them off until 2 full days later. He ran around, he rode his scooter, he went for a big walk, the whole time carrying his big, plastic, orange gun in the belt he was using as a holster.
This morning, at 7am I heard some crying coming from downstairs. I thought, wow! I haven’t heard that in years (and I said a little prayer of thanks for that realization).
Darla announced that Zane’s ankles hurt.
Zane couldn’t get out of bed. He couldn’t even sit up because his ankles, his knees and his hamstrings were so sore! Poor little chicken. I gave him some Tylenol, got out the heating pad and gave him a little massage. We talked about what made this happen because of course he had NO idea.
He said, “From now on I will wear the boots on Sunday and not Monday. Wednesday and not Thursday. On Friday and not Saturday. … or maybe just for a little bit on Saturday.”
It was the cutest thing you ever heard.
I did get him out of bed. We shuffled to the bathroom. It was just like helping a little old man excpet he’s 3 feet tall.
He’s at pre-school now and I’m sure the fun of telling everyone about the boots is easing the pain even further.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Daddy got a new scooter!
bridge :-) it's so 1960's
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
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