Mama On The Move

One of the puppies favorite games is to try to get to each other underneath the legs of the computer chair.  Never mind that they can get to each other easily by standing up and stepping over the base.  Or walking around the base.  They like the idea that this is somehow a challenge.

Our TV has been slowly dying.  It's an old TV, one of those giant old monsters they don't even make any more.  The picture has gotten so blurry we can't even read the words on the TV guide channel.  We've know for a while that we needed a new set but we've been putting it off because TV's are expensive and it's not a "need", it's a "want". After Christmas, Kerry and I saw a fantastic deal on a TV.  I love after Christmas sales when stores are trying to sell everything they can and you can get a really good bargain. We trotted down to Best Buy where they had an awesome flat screen TV for $180 less than the regular price (boom!) and had a long talk with a salesman about how to hook up this TV to our cable box, Wii, DVD player, and some other thing with buttons that lets us switch from TV to Wii to DVD player.  He assured us that it was extremely simple to hook up. I've always been the one to hook up new equipment in our family

This Christmas Eve, the girls and I decided to volunteer in the church nursery for the 2:30 service, then we would meet up with the menfolk and attend the 4:00 service. When we arrived at the church for our volunteer time, Emily was sent to the baby room, while Katie and I were assigned the two to four year olds. We only had four children in our room.  One four-year old girl and three two-year olds.  We had all of them sit at a table and gave them all a snack and a drink.  In the falsely cheerful voice that I use when talking to a group of very young kids who have just been forcibly separated from their parents I announced, "Wow!  We have four big kids in here!" The four-year old girl looked at me steadily and said, "No.  You have one big kid in here and that's me ."  She pointed at herself, then continued on, pointing at the other three, "They're little ." *********************************** A short time later, one of the two-year olds w

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We were heading into the mall and Emily very exuberantly ran up to the sliding doors in order to be the one who makes them magically slide open (because she's still four years old when it comes to sliding doors - heaven help us if we come to a revolving door). She was expecting them to part in the middle, but instead it slid to the left . And she smacked right into the door. Good thing she's so smart (I have proof - 32).  Can you imagine the trouble she'd get into if she was dumb??

Katie randomly asked me today if the name "Libby" is short for something. "Well, my college roommate's name was Libi, " I told her, "and it was short for Elizabeth." "Ms. Mary's daughter is called Libby, but it's short for Liberty," Katie remembered. "People can make a nickname from anything," I said. "Yeah," Katie said, "Like the way Emily calls me Butt-Munch .  You can shorten any name to a nickname."

We were so excited to get home from our Thanksgiving trip and get Ringo out of jail. We had boarded him at a new kennel as all the other kennels we've used had filled up.  We warned the kennel man that Ringo had recently lost his brother and this would be the first time he had been in a kennel by himself, ever.  Ringo has a whooping cough style of bark that can really get under your skin.  I've taken him to groomers before who called to tell me that Ringo "is really letting us know he wants to go home."  I was afraid the kennel man would just turn him loose after the first day of listening to him sound his distress over being left there. When we went to pick him up, the kennel man told us that Ringo didn't bark.  He also didn't eat for his first two days there.  Then he finally gave Ringo a can of food instead of the dry food we had left for him and then Ringo was his best friend.   The girls went with us to pick him up.  We had barely unloaded al