Author: maggie

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Memorial Day ’08

As promised . . . Memorial Day pictures:
Aunt Ashley and “Baby” Adam meeting Miller for the first time
Wilson getting a little lovey in Chick fil A
Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better
Adam and Wilson playing Legos
Wilson hanging out with Pat Pat & Paw’s dog, Dixie.
A few minutes after this was taken Wilson looked at me and said, “Dixie licked me . . . I’m gonna lick her back.” And he did.
Miller and Matthew having a Hawaiian fashion show

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Better Late Than Never

I’ve gotten a little behind in posting lately. Oh sure, you knew about squirrel #2 hours after it happened, but how can I keep that kind of fun to myself. What I’m behind on are all of our day to day things- hopefully I’ll get Memorial Day pictures posted before the Forth!

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New to me

This came in the mail today. We’ll take one of everything. Of special interest is this– I can’t think of a better way to spend $109 on a 5 month old! Baby clothes that need to be dry cleaned- as Phil would say, “it’s the answer to a question nobody asked”! But still, how cute is that!?

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Here We Go Again. . .

I just got out of the shower. When I first got in I was running my hair under the water thinking this is nice. One kiddo is napping, the other is playing, I’m getting a shower- in the morning. And then I suddenly realized, something is missing. I was pretty anxious about this shower and had a nagging need to hurry up and get in the shower while said kiddos were occupied. Why was I in such a hurry . . . what have I forgotten . . . was there somewhere I was supposed to be? No . . . someone else is supposed to be in here! Jack is supposed to be getting a bath.
Why, you might ask, is it worth ruining the perfect shower scenario with a dog, how dirty could he be?
He could be covered in ashes and squirrel blood- that’s how dirty he could be.
I ran out and called him into the shower for his bath.
Earlier this morning I was dressing Miller in her room and heard a bit of a commotion downstairs. This was the distinct commotion of Jack “finding something”. Honestly I thought the something was probably in our yard, so I ran downstairs to save our blinds from his excitement. I hit the bottom stair only to see him doing an all too familiar dance in the fireplace. Not 15 minutes later out came a small rodent. It was stunned and so was Jack. Jack quickly recovered and went after it. The last thing I heard as I ran screaming was the crunching of bones. Ahhhhhhh
I tried to call Phil, but he couldn’t get to his phone. So, I looked out the window and saw that both cars at our sweet new neighbor’s house were both there. Fortunately they are also friends from church, so I didn’t mind calling at 7:30 in the morning for help. They also are partners in our quest against the squirrel world. I’m not sure if Will and Phil spend more time shooting squirrels or doing yard work. But I do know that Will was in his driveway sporting a bathrobe and cheering Phil on yesterday morning as Phil picked yet another one off on his way to work! So Will’s sweet wife sends him down to save us from the dead vermin in my den. They have now been bumped up to REALLY good friends because Will has seen me in my pajamas with no makeup on. But that’s okay, because I’ve seen him running like a mad man down the street wielding a broom, golf club, and pellet gun. We’re even. He came prepared to inflict blunt force trauma, take a clean shot through my living room, and/or takle any wiley dust bunnies under my sofa. I honestly couldn’t be more thrilled. I had not even put my contacts in yet, so I wasn’t really sure if we had a baby squirrel, rat, or chipmunk, but I did know that there was blood- Wilson had been running back and forth between the den and my bedroom to give me updates. Will scooped up the baby squirrel carcass with his golf club and I held out a Kroger bag with my eyes closed. He left with his arsenal and the bagged corpse after checking the chimney for any siblings still hanging on. So, I was left with the dog still hopping around in the fireplace (I’m pretty sure there’s still something else up there) and a small pool of blood on the floor. Anyone know the correct home cleaning products for removing squirrel blood from stained concrete? I chose antibacterial Windex and Clorox Anywhere.
Will, I’m not sure if Hallmark has a “Thank you, neighbor, for saving us from the wildlife that fell out of our chimney and was subsequently killed by our dog” section, but if they do, I’ll be sending you a card. Just in case they don’t:
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!

Jack, less than thrilled about being hauled into the shower. I told him we take a bath after we murder, it’s sort of house rule, but that didn’t help his feelings a bit.

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Flashback

1980
Maggie
1 year:

2008
Miller
4-1/2 months:

My mom’s been cleaning out their attic over the past few days and has found quite a few of our old clothes and toys. Wilson has been over the moon with “new” trucks and cars, my old circus train and airport, my brother’s old blocks and countless other toys and games. Every 10 minutes he wants to know what else Granna has in the attic for him. “What else haven’t I seen?” We stood at the bottom of the attic as she pulled something out the other day and I had flashbacks of standing in the same spot with my little brother as she pulled down my old cozy coupe for him over 25 years ago. He stood there shaking with anticipation and didn’t get out of the car for hours. The only way my mom could get him out for a bath was to promise him that it could be parked right beside him in the bathroom! Wilson stood there with the same quiver saying, “What’s it gonna be?” like he was waiting for a prize to be revealed on the Price is Right. It was too fun. While he immersed himself in relics of the late 70’s and 80’s Miller and I played dress up. She completely filled the dress mom made me for my first birthday! There were so many other sweet things we tried to squeeze into, but apparently the only thing that rivals the growth of the actual weeds in my yard, is little weeds I call my children. Does anyone know if they make “queen size” onesies?

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Playdate with Whitney and Patrick

A few weeks ago we had our friends Whitney and Patrick over for lunch, playing, and naps while their mamma went to pick their daddy up from an out of town flight. I was highly entertained by our lunchtime conversations:
Wilson: “Mom, can I have some more Sprite?”
Mom: “Sure.”
I go to get the Sprite, Whitney watches Wilson as I pour it and then sit back down.
Whitney: “Now say, ‘thank you mommy’.”
Wilson: (with furrowed brow and in a highly insulted tone that he is taking orders from a girl younger than he) “Thanks, mom.”
Wilson: “Know what Whitney? In just a few minutes Patrick is going to grow and grow and grow and then his teeth will fall out and he’ll get new ones. And my teeth, these teeth (he opens to show her) are going to fall out and I’ll get new ones and I’ll go to the dentist. The dentist is fun . . .”
Whitney: “but I’m not going to go”
Wilson: “the dentist if fun- there’s nothing to be scared of (keep in mind he screamed bloody murder while watching me get my teeth cleaned and then put a HUGE fight about getting his done!)
Patrick: “jabber jabber jabber” = “my cup is dirty, this crazy lady gave me a whole bowl of applesauce and a spoon to feed myself with, now I’ve dropped my cup in the applesauce. Here, I’ll show you why this is crazy, look, spoon of applesauce in my hair!” Grin= “what do you think about that?” “down!”
They also started something that is soon to hit the presses and will be available for all fine PCA churches nationwide- “The REALLY Shorter Catechism”. While they were eating Whitney noticed some of the papers from Sunday School that week sitting on our table and asked what they were. I told her it was they had brought home from Sunday School that week and since this week’s happen to have a review of the “First Catechism” on it, I decided to test my young charges.
ME: “1. Who Made You?”
Whitney & Wilson: “God”
ME: “Great! 2. What else did God make?”
Whitney & Wilson: “Ummm . . . everything”
ME: “Hmm, close enough, it’s really ‘God made all things’.”
They got a little rusty after that until we got to question 5. Spoiler alert, the correct answer is, “Because he made me and takes care of me.”
ME: “5. Why are you to glorify God?”
Whitney & Wilson: ” ’cause.”
I think that pretty much sums up what the guys at Westminster were getting at . . .

Whitney and Wilson coloring on the windows of the playroom with our window markers


They eventually got tuckered out, so I offered a pallet and a movie. They promptly plopped down. Wilson then asked if they could have blankets so they wouldn’t get cold . . . and can you bring me my lion . . . And I want something, too- Whitney chose the blue bunny.

Patrick thoroughly enjoyed Miller’s bed for about 3 hours!

After nap time, everyone enjoyed a snack!

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Meditation for the Weekend

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Give me one pure and holy passion. Give me one magnificent obsession. Jesus, give me one glorious ambition for my life, to know and follow hard after you. To know and follow hard after you. To go as your disciple in the truth. This world is empty pale and poor, compared to knowing You my Lord. Lead me on and I will run after You. Lead me on and I will run after You.
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Well, Isn’t He the POPULAR One!

Several posts back, I have a video of Jack protecting us from a Rug Doc that we’d rented from the grocery store. I used YouTube to post it- it was before Blogger had added their handy dandy, touch-of-a-button video posting tool. I recently looked at my YouTube account which consisted of all of like 5 videos- Jack’s, the montage I did for our 5th anniversary, and a couple of Wilson. (side note, I will no longer use YouTube for family videos, because I hate how they associate your video with others they think are similar. I was having trouble with my video software when I was making Miller’s 4 month video, so I decided to post it with YouTube. The videos they linked her’s with were a portrait of the atrocities of humanity and I did not want to be reminded of all the awful things in this world when I went to look back at my sweet 4 month old baby girl.)

But, as usual, I digress . . .

I started looking at the number of views my videos had gotten: our anniversary- 144, Wilson playing- 84, 56, &39, Jack fighting a Rug Doc- 7. . . HUNDRED AND FORTY-THREE! I actually have gotten email comments on this from random strangers.

So, our dog and his neuroses beats the rest of our family in a popularity contest something like 7 to 1!

Here’s the latest installment of “Jack Versus the . . . “. He found a roach the other night and decided to try his hand at keeping us safe from the insect world. I think antennae must tickle terrier noses. It’s a little long, so grab a snack. I’ll let you know what his YouTube ratings are. (before I even got this posted, he already has four views)