Cowboy Music

We’re always quizzing our kids.  I’m convinced it makes them smarter.  Or at least passes the time on long car rides without investing in a fancy in-car DVD player. We test them a lot on flags.  There is no logic as to the subjects of these pop quizzes.  Two weekends…

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Bottle Cap

I think I’ve let three weeks go by without commemorating the end of our 4 pound bottle of ketchup.  64 ounces… dusted.  I don’t know how I could let such a momentous occasion pass by. Looks like that bottle lasted us five months, which means we’re averaging about a pound…

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Fraidy Cat

Jakey is all bones and elbows and knees these days, but Nate… Nate is incredibly edible.  I don’t know if it’s his pudgy hands, his over-the-waistband tummy… those curls?  And I’m not the only one who’s noticed.  Everybody just wants to eat him up. So, clearly he is afraid of being…

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Halloween: Nate’s Perspective

As I’ve mentioned, Nate is perpetually Superman.  “I’m Superman.  I FLY!” (crash) It’s probably been about two weeks of: Superman shirt into Superman pajamas into Superman shirt into Superman pajamas.  I’m embarrassed to admit that last week I sent him to school in his brother’s dirty Superman shirt because it…

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Supermans

My mom tells this story about how one day I came home from kindergarten and declared earnestly, “Pointing with your middle finger is against the school rules.” Of course my mom had to test this decree, “Why Jaimie?” “I don’t know… it just is.” And there you have it. A…

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Minee-mum

Jake has brought home a couple of new Room 7 songs to add to the family playlist and they go like this: I’m a little acorn brown lying on the cold, cold ground. Everybody steps on me, ‘cuz I am a nut you see. I’m a nut, (clack-clack) I’m a…

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Hot Lava & Boobooboos

I can’t believe I’ve let almost two entire weeks pass without mentioning… ANNOUNCING… the two newest members of our family!  *gasp* You broke the “no pets till you’ve reached the point where you can be trusted with your own steak knife” rule?  Not me, my friend.  James.  He’s also the…

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Taco

Tonight I’m in the lower bunk with Jacob and he asks for a Super Jake story involving a “tacodile.”  Fortunately, I’m familiar.  Somehow the movie marketeers have reached me with their Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 trailer tactics.  Note: a tacodile, technically tacodile supreme, is a crocodile with a…

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