Monday, July 20, 2009
Learning how to post updates from my Peek mobile device so I can give everyone on the spot feedback.
Friday, June 26, 2009
What I do during the day
I made these sack sleeves today during Owen's nap as gifts to the hosts of my "green" babyshower tomorrow. They are made from 100% recycle fiber towels that I found at Walmart. I can't tell you how easy they were to wip out...less than 10 min each!


I also clean up messes. This is what happens when I get on long phone calls with my mom and Owen is at home. If you can't tell, let me explain what you see: rice crispies (that Owen likes to eat dry by the fist fulls) and spilled milk from his cup (we don't use valves anymore)...still trying to get the smell out of the couch!
I also clean up messes. This is what happens when I get on long phone calls with my mom and Owen is at home. If you can't tell, let me explain what you see: rice crispies (that Owen likes to eat dry by the fist fulls) and spilled milk from his cup (we don't use valves anymore)...still trying to get the smell out of the couch!
Summer fun
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Shuttling a Shuttle
We had a special visit by a NASA 747 and the Shuttle Atlantis on Tue here at CAFB. Owen and I went out to see the 747 land with shuttle on top. I'm pretty sure he thinks the space shuttle landed on the 747 since when we were at an airshow earlier this spring he saw a little stunt plane land on the top of a truck. Click the link for the complete journey and pictures.
http://blogs.nasa.gov/cm/blog/shuttleferry.blog/posts/index.html
http://blogs.nasa.gov/cm/blog/shuttleferry.blog/posts/index.html
Sunday, April 26, 2009
How do you like them apples?
In attempts to simplify, I will no longer be blogging on this site. To keep up to date with us and our pics please find us on our shutterfly blog.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Tissue paper
Owen: "Mom, what's this?"
Me: "Tissue paper."
Owen: (as he holds the large piece of paper up to his nose) "Can I blow my nose with it?"
Me: You could, but it would be a little rough on your nose.
Other recent conversation with Owen:
Instead of asking the dreaded question repeatedly during our trip last week, "Are we there yet?" Owen's version was, "Where we are going?" Every couple of minutes, this question remained the hot topic. We kept saying, "Pennsylvania." Owen's response, "Can we go to McDonald's after Pennsylvania?"
Me: "Tissue paper."
Owen: (as he holds the large piece of paper up to his nose) "Can I blow my nose with it?"
Me: You could, but it would be a little rough on your nose.
Other recent conversation with Owen:
Instead of asking the dreaded question repeatedly during our trip last week, "Are we there yet?" Owen's version was, "Where we are going?" Every couple of minutes, this question remained the hot topic. We kept saying, "Pennsylvania." Owen's response, "Can we go to McDonald's after Pennsylvania?"
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Nesting in a Skate
Once upon a time, there were two love birds eager to find the perfect home to raise their babies. The female gave strict orders to the male to go find a safe, warm, and protected location. After much searching, the male returned and said, "Follow me, my dear, for I have found the most perfect spot to start our family." Doors seemed to open for them (especially garage doors) and they began collecting and depositing the raw materials at the nesting spot.

A terrible destructive force came and took everything they had gathered away. The two love birds have a heart to heart conversation. "This is why I do things myself," the female bird exclaims. The male bird understands his mate is just uncomfortable carrying around the extra weight of the eggs and he just listens humbly to her complaints. They set out to find a new nesting spot and work extra hard to make up for lost time. The efforts produce a wonderful new nest worthy of housing the finest eggs...
...feel free to put your own conclusion to this story
A terrible destructive force came and took everything they had gathered away. The two love birds have a heart to heart conversation. "This is why I do things myself," the female bird exclaims. The male bird understands his mate is just uncomfortable carrying around the extra weight of the eggs and he just listens humbly to her complaints. They set out to find a new nesting spot and work extra hard to make up for lost time. The efforts produce a wonderful new nest worthy of housing the finest eggs...
...feel free to put your own conclusion to this story
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