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UPDATE: I’ve unprotected the post so the world can see it.
Jenna and I had the big ultrasound appointment today, and now we have the results. Thanks to all that participated in our vote, it was a lot of fun for us! We actually had the polls going on in two different places. The first was here and the second was on a local Mamas forum that Jenna regularly reads and posts on.
Anyway, the ladies on the forums really threw the vote in one direction… towards the girl result. The total between the two was 65% for girl, and 35% for boy. See figure 1, the beautiful pie chart: ooooh, ahhhh!
So who was right? Drumroll please! Wait, not just yet… let’s do the “funny” item I referred to in my previous post. We had some funny commentary come along with the votes, and I wanted to share a few of them.
“I say a boy because you are carrying like me - and that’s what I think ours is. No other reason.”
- Erin J
(Erin and Gregg found out two days ago that they are having a girl… hmmm…)
“Girl - Kevin and Colby are enough man for one house.”
- Kyle G.
“The new child in Jenna’s womb is a boy.”
- Thomas S.
“I have mathematically determined the sex of your child!! This was done through multiple tests of the theory of probability. The majority of the time the result was GIRL!!!”
- Clay S.
(Clay then proceeded to go into a long mathematical explanation. I’ll spare you.)
You guys are pretty funny. Lets reveal who got it right in the KevinAndJenna blog vote. These people voted correctly:
- Suzy J.
- Ashley S.
- Tiffany R.
- Shala S.
- Grandmom (Kevin’s mom)
- Chris H.
- Kyle G.
- Clay S.
- Granddad (Kevin’s dad)
- Rachel S.
- Doug S.
Can you tell I am dragging this out? Well for all you smarties that looked back at the quotes above and compared them to this list, I’m sure you figured out we’re having a Girl! Everything with her looks great and she was a very wiggly girl. She’s estimated to weigh about 11 ounces right now and the due date is now November 17th (as opposed to the 19th). We told Colby and Kennedy this evening, here’s the video:
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And finally here are some pictures. As I said in the previous post, we were pretty disappointed that we didn’t get to do the video of the ultrasound this time. The technician did print out a lot of pictures, but most of them weren’t that interesting. Click on them to enlarge:
^ Profile Shot ^
^ Screen measuring the hearbeat ^
^ And finally, the “proof” that we are having a girl. ^
Thanks again to everyone for playing, we had fun with this.
June 25th, 2008
Anybody else like the Discovery Channel? Alicia told me about this commercial and she got a long version from her podcast subscription. However, I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head since I saw it on Kevin’s iPhone.
Everybody sing! I love the mountains…
May 2nd, 2008
People keep asking us the question, “So, what have you been doing lately?” as if we sit around doing nothing all day. Well, mainly we’re trying to keep our sanity because the kids keep catching fevers every time we leave the house. And when we are well, we’re trying to keep the kids from tackling each other, as in Exhibit A.
Ah, Kennedy is going to be one tough cookie. I pity the fool that tries to date her - Big Brother is gonna get chu!
More updates when I can get videos of Colby reading his books and Kennedy saying “uh-oh!”
March 10th, 2008
I cannot take any credit for this. Alicia wrote them all. But they are great, and I concur. Make sure you follow these to the letter.
So, in case you haven’t been told yet, the most entertaining and addicting* sport here at Texas A&M is baseball. And at last, baseball season starts this Friday, Feb. 22!! The whole reason I bring this up is that I want us to reserve a row. Not a Percussion Studio row, but a “bring everyone you know and let’s hang out and watch some great baseball” row. And by “reserve a row”, I mean that we have to be there early the first game to get a good row, and then we must sit in the exact same spot for every game. It may sound lame, but this is how it works at Olsen. Otherwise, you are one of the losers wandering around looking for your friends. So please post here if you are ready to commit to sitting on a designated row for the season. This does not mean that you will be there for every game! It just means that you will be in attendance for a good number of games (there are 39 home games, and I’m thinking you should be looking at going to at least 15 of them to make this commitment) and that you would be interested in sitting with other cool people.
As in any organized society, Olsen Field has rules. And these rules specifically apply to the row that we will reserve:
1) Do not yell at the first base coach to get in the box. I was in the stands when that was invented, and you don’t even know what you’re talking about. It is not cool, entertaining, or even remotely funny. It is dumb. Olsen is about originality, not mob mentality.
2) Only yell “Blue, you suck!” when there are no other words in the English language that suffice in this instance. See point #1.
3) Game time is posted on the website. Only a university excused absence will excuse tardiness. (j/k)
4) Everyone gets heckled at Olsen, including other Aggie fans. It’s all in good fun, so lighten up and laugh. And then yell at the next person that does something stupid.
5) If someone makes a good play, you applaud their outstanding physical prowess regardless of what uniform they wear. We respect hard work at Olsen.
6) Do not yell, “Hello?!?” at people who are on the phone. You don’t know what kind of emergency would call their attention from a baseball game.
7) Stay until the end of the game. I have seen (with my own two eyes) us come back from an EIGHT RUN deficit in the EIGHTH INNING to win the game 10-9 (vs. Nebraska). I have also seen us beat Tech (amazing!) in the bottom of the 10th inning by ONE RUN off of a GRAND SLAM. It ain’t over till the fat lady sings, and we have this special substance we call “Olsen Magic” on our side.
8 ) We do not talk about a certain city in Nebraska until after Super Regionals. Period.
9) If you have something intelligent/witty to yell at players/coaches/fans/umpires, keep it short. We don’t keep stenographers in the stands.
10) Take care of the fans that sit around you. We’re all there to support our team, so get to know them and reserve their seats when they have to be late for whatever reason.
She wrote this sometime last week, and we ended up losing 3 out of 4 games this past weekend. Hopefully the Aggies’ luck will change starting tonight. Gig ‘em, Ags.
February 29th, 2008
What? Yeah, that’s what everyone else thought when they heard too. By the way, this is really long. The moral is: DON’T EVER GO TO THE ER.
So, you might remember that a few weeks ago, I thought I had a kidney stone. I endured the pain, thinking it would pass, but I also contracted a fever and chills on Christmas day. So I made a doctor’s appointment for the Friday after Christmas, the 28th, hoping he could tell me why I had had such extreme pain in my abdomen for 2 weeks straight. (And actually, when I called on Thursday the 27th, the receptionist told me my doctor could see me the following Monday, but I pleaded with her that I was in a lot of pain, and she worked me in. My doctor must have wanted to leave early that day because there was pretty much no one there in the office.)
Kevin dropped me off at the doctor’s office because the kids had to go take their naps. After the standard weight and height check (I haven’t grown taller since the 8th grade; I don’t know why they keep checking.), they asked me why I was there. I told a nurse I had been having severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight. So the doctor came in and asked me why I was there. I told him I had been having severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight. (Just wait, it gets better.) He told me to “hop up on the table” (yeah, right) so he could check me out. He pressed on my abdomen for awhile, I screamed and cried, and he told me we needed to have a CT scan run on me. He called over to radiology to have them set it up. I called Kevin to keep him updated on my progress.
So I wait for just a few minutes more when the doctor’s head nurse (??) comes in and asked me why I needed a CT scan. I said, “I have had severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight.” Come on, I’m not a doctor, and I don’t play one on tv. She said, “Well, the CT machine is not operating right now. They’re doing routine maintenance on it because it’s the holidays and they didn’t figure too many people would need it. So, we’re going to send you to the ER so you can have a CT scan.”
Exit head nurse, enter doctor. (By the way, I really do like this doctor.) The doctor tells me he wants to run the scan to check for either a kidney stone, appendicitis, or an ovarian cyst. He said if it doesn’t show any of those things, he would bet it was a bladder infection. (It wasn’t a bladder infection. I’ve had one of those and it hurts when you pee. I only had severe abdominal… you get the picture.)
So, Katrina came over while the kids finished napping, and I told Kevin to grab a book - we were going to the ER. We got there, signed in, another weight and height check, and they asked what my level of pain was and why I was there. I told them I wasn’t having too much pain at that moment but that I had been having severe abdominal pain for 2 weeks straight. The check-in nurse asked, “And you’re just now coming in?” Look, people, I gave birth to 2 babies WITHOUT DRUGS. I know what pain is, and I thought it was a kidney stone that would pass. Give me a break. We exit to the waiting room with 18 people in front of me. Oh, joy.
As we waited (and read our books), the pain started getting increasingly worse. I tell this to the nurse who checked me in, and she puts me in the “front of the line”. Sort of. Also in “the front” was a guy who had a cough so bad it sounded like a piece of his lung might just come barreling out of his throat at any time. We sat across from him. There were no other chairs. This guy told us he worked in this same ER before and that the doctors are not in any hurry to see many patients. Wonderful.
We wait, and my mind is eased for a bit, but the pain gets so bad that the room starts to spin. I don’t remember much, but I remember the Lung Hacking Guy got up and told the nurse that they better come get me quick. The check-in nurse told me to not eat or drink anything if I feel dizzy. (What?) So they finally call my name, and I get up to go follow them. But my brain must not have told all the rest of me to go, because the next thing I remember is holding on to the wall, trying not to fall on the ground. They grabbed a wheelchair and rushed me to a “room”/curtain area in the ER.
The nice ER nurses poke and prod me with needles to take a blood sample and to insert an IV. They asked me why I was here. “Ahem….” (I told them. Again, the response of “Why didn’t you come in before?” And after the fact, my response is, “I’m never coming here again.”) My doctor was Dr. Jerk. No, that’s not his real name, just his attitude. He told me the problem I was having was with my gallbladder. I doubted his opinion and he asked me a lot of unrelated questions but decided to do an ultrasound on my abdominal area to make sure it was the gallbladder. He said, “I could be wrong, but let’s go that route.”
Great. So, we wait. (Oh, and I know you’re asking, “Why didn’t they just run the CT scan like your other nice doctor wanted you to?” We called his office and he had already left for the day, and for some reason they couldn’t call in orders to the ER, that the ER doc would just have to order it. Again, great. We told Dr. Jerk that Dr. Nice wanted to have a CT scan run, but he doesn’t listen. More greatness.)
They end up making me wait a good bit and during this, my pain gets really bad, so they give me a pain killer in my arm. I kept making sure to anyone I talked to that whatever they did had to be safe for Kennedy because I’m still nursing. (Also, this is why I didn’t want to go to the doctor in the first place, in case the only option was something I wasn’t willing to do.) But, the medicine they gave me saved the night.
The radiology lady comes in and escorts me, via wheelchair, to the ultrasound room. (By this time, they have confirmed through my blood test that I’m NOT pregnant, nor do I have cancer.) She rubs on my abdomen for awhile but says nothing. They roll me back into my ER room and Dr. Jerk comes in and says, “Well, it’s not your gallbladder.” Big surprise. Gallbladder trouble runs in your family. I have no family history of it, nor do I have kidney stone history, ovarian cyst history, nor liver trouble history… Dr. Jerk then tells me, “I’m going to have a CT scan run on you.” Great. We could have done that 4 hours ago.
We wait some more. Somewhere in there, I have to take a urine test. Kevin watches and tells me I have great aim, especially while holding my own hospital gown. Thanks, babe. Also, Kevin is my go-between, asking things that I forget about while Dr. Jerk is in the room for 2.5 seconds each time. One of the things I ask for is FOOD; I’m still nursing and I’m always hungry. Dr. Jerk tells him he doesn’t want me to eat or drink in case they have to do surgery on me. Great. But Kevin was a prince; he didn’t have anything to eat or drink the entire time we were there. He said if I couldn’t eat, he wouldn’t eat.
Oh, and also somewhere in there, my parents bring my breastpump. Kevin goes to get it and finds Lung Hacking guy STILL WAITING. This is after we’ve been in the room for almost 3 hours. Good grief. While I’m pumping, Dr. Jerk comes in and tells me he could fall asleep to that sound. A little creepy, but his wife also is nursing and she pumps every night before bed.
SO! The CT scan lady (finally) comes in, and she is a bit of a comedic relief. I’ve never had a CT scan, and I was a little afraid of it, but she put my mind at ease. Kevin got to view my insides. He said they were cool. I asked the lady if I had appendicitis, which was what I thought I had, and she said she wasn’t told to check for it, only for kidney stones. (WHAT?) Anyway, Dr. Jerk reviews my scan, my pain is much more bearable by now, and he comes in to say, “Basically, we don’t know what is wrong. In addition to what you didn’t have already, we know you don’t have appendicitis, a kidney stone, an ovarian cyst, or a bladder infection.”
I think he expected me to throw a punch at him, but actually, I was pretty at ease about the “diagnosis”. I didn’t have any of the things the doctors thought I had. A wave of peace came over me and I told him, “Thank you for telling me what I don’t have.” I sincerely meant it, too, because I then realized, after 7 hours in the ER, that there is only ONE Great Physician that really knows my ailments. The medical profession is not about faith or about trust, it is about science and actual data. When the actual data shows up void, they have no answers. But I do.
The ER doc sent me home with a handshake and a couple of prescriptions, which I’ve been taking as the pain has hit. Usually I’ll have 2 really good days and then 1 day of pain. This is INCREDIBLE, because before I had been having pain non-stop for 2 weeks, if you’ll remember. I’m slowly recovering, but I know that in God’s time, He will make me well.
Dr. J told me that a lot of people come into the ER wanting answers and if they don’t get them, they’re pretty mad. I’m not mad, in fact, I’m quite the opposite. I am joyful that I get to share this long (and hopefully humorous) story with you. I hope you all remember Who is in charge of this world and Who cares about each one of our needs, big or small. I don’t need answers; I need faith and perseverance.
If you have read to the end of this story, thank you. If you want to know how to help me, please pray that God would make me a better Wife and Mom through my pain. If He doesn’t want to reveal to me the source of my pain, then I am okay with that, but I do need to know how to live with it and how to manage it better. The hard part is at night when I need to do dinner and bath and bedtime with the kids. Please pray for Kevin, too, as the whole experience, I’m sure, has been hard on him. It’s always hard to watch someone you love be in so much pain and not be able to help them. Kevin was a rock especially when we delivered our babies because we both knew what the end result would be. This time we don’t have such clear answers. Again, I am grateful that He is allowing me some pain-free days, and I am praying that eventually this would be gone so that I don’t have any recollection of it. What a day of rejoicing that will be!
So, if you’re wondering why we didn’t send out Christmas cards, there’s your answer. We are hoping to send out Valentine’s cards or somesuch. Thanks again for reading.
January 14th, 2008
It’s a good thing the kids got winter coats for Christmas. (Thanks, Grandmom!) I first looked at the coats and thought they would be too heavy. Boy, was I wrong.
Baby, it’s COLD outside! (Those of you that visit our blog from the North, please excuse me.) It’s like 30 degrees outside at night! Today it was 45! If it is THAT cold, I want to have skis strapped onto my feet and I want to be skiing on top of the biggest and warmest mountain around.
*waiting for laughter to ensue*
January 2nd, 2008
This is an actual conversation/monologue I had with Colby the other day. Or rather, Mommy had….
Me: Okay, Mommy, Kennedy, and Colby will go into Colby’s house and Mommy will get Colby’s lunch so Colby can eat it.
Colby: Yay! Eat munch. (lunch)
Me: What does Colby want Mommy to fix Colby for lunch today? Would Colby like some chicken? Or some noodles? Colby likes soup, how about Mommy fix Colby some soup? Does Colby want Mommy to fix Colby some soup?
Colby: Colby eat soup. Colby do it. Colby blow it, it’s hot soup.
…..
I suddenly realize that I never, not once, used any personal pronouns. Why? I know he knows who he is and who I am… how did I get into this? I told Kevin about my revelation when I said, “I probably should use ‘I’ and ‘you’ instead of ‘Mommy’ and ‘Colby’ all the time.” Kevin said, “Otherwise he’ll go to kindergarten and say, ‘Colby needs to tie Colby’s shoes.’”
Do you catch yourself saying funny things to your kids?
November 29th, 2007
This is the first Thanksgiving of 2007, which happened last weekend. Notice the warm weather clothes.
Our Christmas pictures will be so much fun… kids not looking at the camera.
Kevin’s parents got a new dog, Berkley, who loves Kennedy.
The boys watch tv (and jump on the couch) while we put things on the table.
The bird.
Kevin’s dad carving the bird, a great pic of Kris & Mark’s new kitchen!
The other half of the kitchen (it’s too big to fit in one shot), I’m putting pickles on a plate.
And a nice bath to end the day. Rub-a-dub, dub. Three dudes in the tub.
We took out all the naked photos so as to not embarrass The Three Amigos when they’re older.
Colby’s shampoo mohawk. McKay makes a funny face while looking at Ryan’s mohawk.
November 25th, 2007
So I have been holding off on posting about this until I saw my Dad last weekend. You see, when he got a new car, he refused to tell me what kind it was. Apparently this was some sort of payback to us for not sharing the names of our babies with them before they were born. Oh well… I decided to hold off what kind of car I bought until I could show it to him in person. I have always loved the Lexus IS 300, which is now the IS 250 and IS 350. I guess my Dad decided he liked them too, because that is what he bought. So, I certainly couldn’t get one of those now… because that would just be weird.
So, if you haven’t guessed it already, I did get a new car. Its not “new new”, just new to me. It’s a 2003 BMW 330i with the Performance Package. I don’t have a fancy picture of it yet, here’s one of it in my sister’s driveway last weekend when we were celebrating Thanksgiving. Just ignore the boxes in the back:
It is in really great shape as the former owner took really good care of it. I look forward to driving it for a while. So can we please all have a moment of silence for the old ‘95 Civic? (Silence). It served me quite well since I obtained it in 1998. I drove it for nine and a half years and it is still kicking quite well. If you or someone you know is looking for a car with great gas mileage, good condition, and an excellent stereo with integrated iPod hookup, send them my way.
And finally, you may be wondering why I titled this post this way. Well, “Daddy’s Siber Car” is what Colby calls it… I’m not even sure I got the spelling right, but he is obviously saying “Silver”, but it really kind of sounds like “Super”. I tend to agree. I’ll leave you with a video:
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November 24th, 2007
If it hasn’t been mentioned in one of our other posts about Kennedy, she LOVES to bounce. She will bounce in your arms, bounce laying down, sitting up, you name it… So tonight Jenna asked me to hang up the doorway bounce thingy. I think that is the official name… yeah. The doorway bounce thingy is sitting in the doorway to our front foyer, which echoes quite a bit. Kennedy loves this because she also likes to hear her own voice. This woke up Colby so he came out and we had a little bounce time.
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November 8th, 2007
Friday is my day off.
Ha! I’m laughing just typing that out. Woo! (I don’t get a day off.) But, Friday is the only day of the week that I’m not racing to be somewhere at a certain time. So, I get to catch up on laundry and do whatever the kids want to do that day. Sometimes I get to sleep in. (Ha! Another funny, because sleeping in means until 8 or maybe 8:30.) But when I do sleep in, then I have to wait and shower until Kennedy goes down for her morning nap. And, there’s a delicate balance of when I can shower between feeding Kennedy and when Colby is ready to play, inside or out.
On one Friday, Colby tells me he wants to go outside and play. This is not unusual. On this day, I sent him outside by himself , but of course with bug spray on, because the mosquitoes love to attack him until he’s left with welts on his legs. (His one rule about playing outside is “No ants.”) So he proceeds to go outside and play and run with our dog Cooper until both are covered head to toe in mud. This is also not unusual. Colby came to the door and cried out, “MAMA!” and I said, “Okay, I’ll be right there, wait until I put Kennedy down in her bed.” So he waited 3 seconds until I came back, and I carried him to the shower to spray him off. Cooper stayed outside because I didn’t want to spray him off yet; he likes to roll in the mud a few times, but he’s a dog.
So I undressed and re-dressed Colby, and then he asked to play with his cars. I told him he could do that in the living room while I took a shower. I hurried to get in the shower because I knew it was almost time for Kennedy to eat.
This is a short transcript of what happened while I was in the shower. Remember, I’m naked, and the time is 10:30 am. The sun is shining and the window blinds are open.
Colby: HEE HEE HEEE! (He’s laughing because he let Cooper inside the house. Cooper is now muddy and tromping through the house with muddy paws. Cooper and Colby love to play chase. This is not unusual.)
Me: Cooper, come here. (I pick up Cooper and put him in the shower with me to wash him off. This IS unusual.)
Colby: Where’s Cooper?
Me: Cooper is taking a bath. He’s all muddy.
Colby: Cooper is muddy. (Exit Colby to play with cars.)
Me: Okay, Cooper, stay here while I shower.
Cooper: You’re nuts, lady. (Okay, maybe he didn’t say those exact words, but it was something to that effect. Because the next thing I know, there’s a wet dog running through the house, shaking water everywhere and rubbing his fur on the carpet to try and get dry.)
Me: COLBY! COLBY!
Colby: Yes, Mama? (Colby comes to me and opens the shower curtain so he can see me.)
Me: Colby, go get Cooper and tell him to come here. (As soon as I say this to him, I realize there is no way he’s going to get the dog back into the bathtub, much less the bathroom.)
Colby: COOPER! HEE HEE HEEEE! (Colby goes back to chasing Cooper.)
Me: Okay, well, I’ll just finish my shower and deal with the dog later…
Kennedy: WAAAAAAAHHH!!!
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Needless to say, I didn’t get to shave.
October 8th, 2007
I have decided that whatever we’re looking for around the house is… in the couch cushions. Somewhere deep within my couch, there is a greedy monster that likes to play hide-and-seek with whatever it is I’m looking for.
Right after Colby was born, my parents and sisters came over to bring us dinner. (just one of the many times they would do this) A few days later, Katrina noticed her cell phone was missing. We looked and looked everywhere for this phone and just decided it had been stolen or was in a jacket pocket. That was in May. In July, when I finally got around to vacuuming out my couch, guess what I found? Katrina’s cell phone.
There have been other things we have found in the couch cushions - Colby’s matchbox cars, cracker crumbs, my hair clips, etc., etc. But I wasn’t necessarily looking for any of those items. So, time passed and I forgot about the “monster”, but the other day, I was desperately looking for Kennedy’s pacifier clip. We don’t go anywhere without “Kia-dee binky”, as Colby calls it, and she’s very good at spitting the binky out of her mouth whenever she doesn’t want it. This causes the binky to fall to the floor, and I’m tired of getting funny looks when I put the binky in my mouth and then stick it back in her mouth. Just kidding. Sort of. So anyway, I’m running through the house frantic because I can’t find the stinkin’ binky clip, so I just make sure I have 2-3 pacifiers and I vow to switch them out and remember to wash them off whenever one falls to the floor.
We spent an entire week without a binky clip. So, I finally got to Target and bought more and then all was right with the world. Right? Wrong. Guess what happened yesterday? I cleaned out the couch cushions and found -
a headband
2 matchbox cars
money !!!
annnnnnnnnd…..
1 pacifier clip
Hooray! I now have 3. I’m still looking for one. Will you please check your couch and make sure your couch monster didn’t eat Kennedy’s binky clip? :-) My mom says she has a dryer monster that eats socks. Thankfully I don’t have a dryer monster, but I do have a couch monster. I think I will name him Oscar the Couch.. Monster.
August 23rd, 2007
Erin tagged me awhile ago, and I’m just now getting to answer her questions. Here they are:
First memory - First real vivid memory. Being in South Dakota with my family and seeing Mt. Rushmore. We also rode this train thing and saw a locomotive engine.
First real kiss - Real (good) kiss was Josh… dangit, I can’t even remember his last name! Ha!
First love - Bret Page but my only true love is Kevin, of course
First thing you think in the morning - What time is it?
First pet - Alicia & I had a cat named Crystal.
First question you’ll ask in heaven - Take me to my relatives! (I know that’s not a question, but if I wrote “Where are all my relatives?”, you might think they are somewhere else…)
First thing you think of when you hear the word vacation - beach
First best friend - Andrea Stegall. We went to elementary school together but she moved away in 4th grade. We were pen pals until we were roommates our freshman year of college.
Last time you dressed up - Sunday for church
Last thing you ate - brownie (I cooked them too long and they were like chiseling chocolate to break apart.)
Last CD you bought - Mercy Me for Katrina’s birthday in February. (can’t remember which ones)
Last book you read - I’m in the middle of reading a bunch right now… Last one I finished was Generation NeXt Parenting by Tricia Goyer. I highly recommend it.
Last time you cried - coming back from Galveston. (read my post about it)
Last time you told someone you loved them - Just now, when Kevin put Colby to bed. Then Colby kissed me and said, “Night-night Mama, wuv you too. MMMMM-AHHH!” (that was a kiss, don’t you know?)
Last really funny thing you did - Colby & Kennedy think it’s hilarious when I fake sneeze. They both laugh!
Last thing you watched on TV - “What Not To Wear”
Hooray! I tag all my A-friends: Ashley, Alicia, Amanda, Aynsley. 
July 27th, 2007
That’s what Colby calls “Veggie Tales”. I never pushed Colby to watch tv, and he never had an interest in tv until he watched the movie “Cars”. But now I am so glad he has taken to liking G-Tales. The series first came out when I was in high school. I remember youth functions where we would get together and watch Veggie Tales, because we truly liked it. There’s a lot of humor there that children may not pick up, and I appreciate the creators for realizing that if you’re going to watch something with your child, it may as well be entertaining for both audiences.
Anyway, if you’re not familiar, the two main characters are Bob the Tomato and Larry the Cucumber. Except Colby calls them “Bob May-no” and “Ware-ry Cu-mummer”. (Cu-mummer sounds a lot like what he calls Grandmother - Gam-mummer.) Some people think Veggie Tales is weird because they don’t like talking and singing vegetables. I think it’s great. Colby will now pick up a tomato and say “Bob!” Then when the tomato is cut up and he’s eating it, he says, “Bye-bye Bob.”
What do you think? A ploy for kids to eat their vegetables? Or weird and uncomfortable?
By the way, every time I hear “The Hairbrush Song”, I think of mab. I think she was one of the ones to first introduce me to G-Tales, and I thank her for that.
July 27th, 2007
So its time for another video update. These videos are a few weeks old, but show some pretty cute things. Colby has really taken on the role of “Big Brother” quite well. He loves Kennedy and kisses her all the time.
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Kennedy has been smiling a lot lately, but this video is from some of her first smiling a few weeks ago. What a cutie:
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And last but not least is Kennedy with her favorite item right now, the bird. This is a little blanket with a bird that moves around and “tweets”. It was one of Colby’s favorite toys as well.
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July 8th, 2007
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