Okay, okay, okay. Here I am, writing a new "post" for my BLOG. I actually started writing one last night, but my computer froze up. I was playing a game with Sam & Tammy and it was Sam's turn to deal, so I knew I had PLENTY of time (right, Bekah?!)... but alas, it wasn't meant to be. Hopefully I'll be able to get this one flung onto the page before something goes awry today.
Oops. Too late. Appears there's been an accident outside. A two year old being plowed down by an out-of-control four year old on a bike. No blood. They've all been sent back outside now.
Let's see. What's the latest from around here... James is GONE! For 3 whole days!!! WOW. I don't know what to do with myself! I used to think it strange when I was a kid and Mom would get so excited when Dad would go away for a Retreat or something. NOW I UNDERSTAND! When James worked a regular "job" and had to take a trip, I missed him. But now that he's around the house most every day, well, ... this weekend is PARTY TIME!!! We're going to break out the Coke and Totinos and eat in the den and watch Veggie Tales. (True, that wouldn't have been my idea of a "party" a few years ago... Actually, yes, it would have! That's exactly the kind of parties we had! The only difference is that I was surrounded by teen-agers instead of toddlers! Ha!) ANYWAY, I intend to have lots of fun with the kid-o's the next couple of days. -- And get with Sam and Tammy and play lots of games, of course! Wa-Hoo!!!
I was just reading through some of the comments on my last (and first) post. It was recommended that I need to "act cool and hip now" since I'll be blogging with all of the dippy teen-agers. Ugh. I just don't think I can pull it off. I live in TEXAS, so "cool" is out; and I've never had very big hips. Besides, all I really have to talk about is my kids. I can't imagine that writing about potty training and the fear of losing ones baby teeth could be considered "cool" or "hip." Anyway, it's my life, so I guess that's what I have to write about!
Katie is 5 now and reading everything she can get her hands on. Joe is 4 and is still our favorite guitar playing cowbody -- "MOSEY JOE." And Sam is 2 and nothing but trouble. At the moment all three of them are at the kitchen table with construction paper, scissors and glue. Every few seconds one of them will come running in here with some scraps glued together and say, "Look, Mom! For you!!!" I know you dippy teen-agers can't understand this, but there's just nothing better in the whole world!
Okay, gotta get something done around here. Hhmmm. I was going to add a picture or two, but I can't seem to make it work. Maybe I'll get a chance to add some later. Until then...
Later!
~Becki~
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