Thanksgiving 2007

on the way to grandma and grandpa's~this is how he always rides
Laila loved helping grandma with dinner
Laila tried to play~Landon kept taking everything apart
Thanksgiving dinner #1 at my parents house: notice Landon sleeping...slept for most of dinner
pictured: Brad,Laila, grandma Elsie, papa Ardell, my mom, one of my dad's sisters; LeAnn, me and Landon, my dad is taking the picture.

GOBBLE GOBBLE

We made hand turkeys today. I bet you can guess which one belongs to which kid. They loved having their hands traced. Landon giggled everytime I traced his hands. I think it tickled.

I am looking forward to having two turkey dinner tomorrow..yay for living close to family:) Then one of my favorite days of the year is the day after thanksgiving because my mom and I have gone shopping at 5 am for the last 12 years or so...then I go home and put up the Christmas decorations...what a great next couple of days!!

A woman's perspective of Mud Bowl I

I think Laila was proud of her daddy
Maddie and Laila
one of the best action shots(I had a lot of blurry ones..oops)
when you gotta go..you gotta go

just because they are cute

Landon is Xavier watching


Laila playing with stuffed animals


Laila came out of her room wearing Landon's overalls


what a studdly pose(love his Goofy teeth)

BLEH!!

Sunday night Brad and I went to bed like any normal night and then around midnight I woke up to Brad throwing up in our bathroom(the weirdest and loudest I have ever heard). As soon as I heard this I immediately felt sick to my stomach...and well...3 days later I am still feeling sick to my stomach with no results. At first I thought I was having sympathy sickness but I don't think it would go on this long...did I just get a more mild version of what he had and it is just dragging on?? or is my digestive system preparing itself to empty out(fun and yummy thought I know)??I HATE HATE HATE feeling nauseous....I wish I could throw up..I think I would feel better then. You guys are probably thinking a couple things right now... 1) she gets sick a lot..and yes I have the same feelings..I don't know what it is..the last couple years I think I am sick just as much as I am healthy..and 2) maybe she is pregnant.....sorry NOPE!

Anyway I just wanted to complain.

"You not fat anymore mommy?"

"You not fat anymore mommy?"


These were the first words Laila said to me as I arrived home from the gym Sunday morning. Boy I wish I could have said yes! I guess I should let you guys know that I told Laila before I left that I was going to the gym so I would not be fat anymore. I realize that I probably should have chosen better words, oh well. She then later made fun of me saying mommy is pretty floppy.hahaha...she loves the word floppy...she says she wants to wear floppy pants all the time..meaning leggings or sweatpants instead of jeans. Anyway, the point of my post was to not only point out how funny my daughter is but also to say that I have started working out AGAIN......and I HATE it!!!!!!! One main reason I hate it is because I have been waking up 5:15 ish to do it...my kids get up early that is why! Also, I could work out at night but don't really want to leave as soon as my husband gets home, or working out right after eating..not the best either.

Today was only day 3 but honestly I feel better already. I feel like working out in the morning gives me a burst of energy I need staying at home with two kids, I want to eat better when I have worked out and my body is sore..call me crazy but I LOVE that pain...I may complain of it but it makes me feel good that I am doing something. I realize no one wants to read about me working out daily but I am hoping to work it into blogs everyone now and then....I am hoping it will keep me going.

Also, I have been using the elyptical for 30 minutes then weights...anyone else have their toes fall asleep or go numb while on the elyptical??

Laila and Landon

I hope they are always close. I don't want them cuddling on the couch when they are older but my wish is that they will be great friends!

Are you kidding me??

Something interesting happened today. I was on my way to the bank(driving) with both kids in tow when someone wanted to fight me.  I was on a little back road in the Turner vicinity at a stop sign..I stopped...there was a car coming..but they were a good ways off..I pulled out...they apparently thought it was too close and decided to get right up to my bumper until the next stop sign(50 yards). I peered in my rear view mirror kinda glaring when this guy proceeded to get out of his car with arms flailing..(could not tell what he was yelling) He had a buddy with him..it was the driver who got out..so they meant business I suppose.  I of course was in shock but quickly darted out of there heart racing and all. I wonder if they realized I was a young woman with two kids in the car or who k nows maybe they didn't care. They looked like Shelton's finest....beat up car, scraggly beards...they could have been on their way to a bar( at 10 am???) or just to go grab some more beers and head home to their couch. Yes, I am annoyed but at the same time I find it a little funny that this would happen to me of all people.  I have to be honest here for a minute though...my first instinct was to open my door and give him a peice of my mind as well. Of course I would never do that with my kids..or probably even if I was alone. I get mad at Brad for break checking people so I wouldn't want to be worse than him. Now you guys are probably thinking I am nuts for even considering getting out of the car...and yes I guess I am but I have been known to stand up for myself(foolishly of course) Brad could attest for me not being able to keep my mouth closed if I am feeling threatened or someone I care about is being wronged. Yes I know it is the wrong thing to do.....but now I can't help but wonder what could have happend if I would have gotten out of the car and maybe apologized to them for "cutting"them off and wished them a good day or something...who knows...I guess it wouldn't be worth it in the back roads of Shelton. 

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