Many Faces

Life is better when you can laugh at yourself...Emily and I are quite good at that! :)

Just For Fun!

Imagine what our kids would look like if we had any of these physical traits....!

Sombrero anyone?

Ryan drove Madisen and her friend, Macy to school wearing this. An awesome sombrero. Madisen thought it was hilarious and that dad was the funniest dad ever! Macy and her laughed all the way to school. Madisen told us later that some of her friends from her class saw him and said how funny that was. Maybe we will make every Friday a special hat day when taking her to school. :)

Let's see if she still likes the idea when she is in middle or high school!

Avery thought it would be "cool" to stick a popcorn kernel up her nose, after many excruciating minutes, tears and digging it out with a hair dye stick she soon came to realize how "uncool" her choice to stick it up her nose was. Luckily, Ryan is specialized on how to handle these type of things and with the hands like a seasoned surgeon, delicately removed the foreign object from the sinus passage.

We are glad she is ok and that she survived this traumatic ordeal.

"Life's Short...Eat Cookies"

Hi. My name is Christy Hodges and I am addicted to chocolate chip cookies.

Ahhhhhh.....  (big relaxing exhale). 

There. I said it. 

That felt SO good to finally get off my chest.

"Life's Short...Eat Cookies". That has been my motto ever since I first lay eye... I mean, bite on chocolate chip cookies, some 27 years ago.  I have this exact quote above our kitchen table for crying out loud.  I know, strange huh?

My two favorites types of cookies: homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, and "Chip Ahoy" chunky chocolate chip cookies with a big glass of milk. (Of course, I will eat just about any kind of cookie though).

 I. love. cookies.

There. I said it again.

My mouth waters just saying those words. haha.

Ryan once told me not too long ago that cookies are my drug, and when I am stressed out or just having a bad day I crave, no, I NEED chocolate chip cookies to fulfill me because I am that addicted. It's my drug of choice as Ryan has been telling me for years.

I have been in denial for a long time, now I have come to accept that this is true. For my eyes have been opened. I have caught myself on numerous nights the last few months as soon as I have put the kids to bed,  I am in the kitchen in a flash, diving for the cupboard to take out a cup to fill it with milk. Then I spin around to the closet and grab the bag of chocolate chip, "Chip Ahoy" cookies and literally scoop up about 5 or 6 in two seconds flat. Before I realize it, I've sat down at the kitchen table and have already dipped and eaten one cookie and am now on the second. I devour each one pretty fast and take a long swig of cold milk. After eating those, I think, "well, I will just have a few more and eat them more slowly." So I go and grab 3 or 4 more and slowly eat those till they are gone. And drink the last of my milk, enjoying the flavor of cold milk mixed with cookie.

Ryan comes into the kitchen and sees I have just eaten some cookies, so he proceeds to do the same. Yet, when he sits down with his milk and cookies, I notice he only took three cookies.  Three. Meaning, he eats JUST 3 cookies. 1,2,3. That's it. No more.

Huh?! I am so confused by this. I think, "how can he just eat 3?"  

So in my state of confusion, I go and grab two more cookies just to have something to chew on while I sit and ponder this little bit of information about my husband. Who is he? Where did he come from? How can he only EAT 3?

After eating those two cookies. I sit there, still wondering how a person, especially my husband can eat just three cookies and be done?! What is wrong with him? Doesn't he LIKE cookies??

Then it clicks.

Oh my gosh!!  I JUST ate (if you were counting)  like 10-12 cookies!! Oh, man. That's like 650 calories! What is wrong with ME?!

Uhhhhhh..... (Frustrated Napoleon exhale).

By this point I am so depressed that I ate so many cookies, that the only thing that will cheer me up at this point is....

Yep. You guess it.

I dunk and eat 3 more cookies and then go straight to bed, disgusted with myself. Blah.


What's funny though about this all, is growing up in my family my mom made a rule in our home, that we could only have 3 cookies when we came home from school and wanted a snack. The first time Ryan came to my home to meet my family, I remember my mom made cookies and Ryan took like 4 or 5! Umm...hello? Don't you know, you can only have three?? Well, that is exactly what my little brother Randy said to him. Ha. We still joke about that to this day.

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I hate to admit this, but I honestly think that I single-handily kept Chip Ahoy cookies in business the past few years.

That might be a slight exaggeration, but that's how I feel. That's not something to brag about either. So now that I have confessed my addiction to you all, (and completely embarrassed myself)  my hope is to conquer this addiction. Because it is real.

In fact, just last night I finished a bag of Chip Ahoy cookies. The same bag that my husband bought just the night before, for me. The bag I begged, no threaten him to buy for me as he was heading to the store. That bag is now gone. In ONE day! 

My husband has known that I have had this addiction even before I did, but has been very patient with me. My husband has a small addiction of his own. He loves pop. Or soda or, "coke" as they say here in Texas. But he made a goal not to drink any pop for a whole year! And he is just 1 1/2 months to his goal. What will-power! He is my hero. :)

Wow. Sorry. This post has gotten way out of hand. I didn't mean to write so much. I just couldn't stop... like my addiction with cookies!

I am setting a goal for myself today. I am not going to eat cookies for an entire week. Then once I conquer that, I am going to go for a month, then two months, then possibly a year!  I have to take it one day at a time though. My new motto will now be something like, "Life's Long....Exercise Longer."

What are you addicted to??

Tinker-Toy Trauma

Something horrible happened to these, (our) Tinker-toys. You can't tell by looking at them, but they were physically, and I have to say most importantly, emotionally traumatized by none other then our OWN flesh and blood. That's right.


Avery.
Avery might have scarred our Tinker -toys for life. We are hoping they make a full recovery however, but as we speak they are still in a traumatic state of mind. They are currently in a clean and friendly environment where they can rest and recover until they can return back to their bucket.


What did Avery do to these poor, helpless Tinker-toys??


Madi: Mom, Avery peed.
Me: Ok. Well can you tell her to come here.
Madi: No, Avery peed on the Tinker-Toys.
Me: What? She did WHAT?!


Ryan and I find that Avery was upstairs playing and apparently she couldn't make it down the stairs fast enough to go potty, so she pulled down her pants and sat over the Tinker-toy bucket and peed.

We took Avery into custody just minutes after the incident happened to talk with her about the allegations brought against her. We have filed a restraining order against Avery, that she must stay at least 20 feet away from the Tinker-toys. As this is her first offense, no jail time is required. Nevertheless, she will be doing a few hours of community service for her repulsive actions she committed against the Toys.


Don't let this innocent face fool you...


Poor, poor Tinker-Toys.

Surrounded by Poop

*Warning: This post contains graphic details and images about bowel movements. It also contains words such as: Poop, poo-poo, "loaf" and diarrhea. If you have a weak stomach I strongly suggest you do not read.

Madisen will probably be embarrassed in the future for me telling this story, but really what our parents for, other than embarrassing their kids?! (I know I had my share of embarrassing moments that my parents so lovingly bestowed upon me and I got over it, sort of). Madisen has always had trouble doing the "deed". I am not really sure when it all started, between the ages of one to fourteen months I believe. Around that time she had a solid loaf come out of her and I think from that one bad experience she has somehow got it in her head that holding it in will be better and not hurt as much as pushing it out will. So from that time on she has resolved to holding it in- literary. I don't know how she does this! It's crazy. She has the strongest bum muscles ever. When she is flexing to hold it in, you could grab her by the arms and hold her up and she would be parallel with the floor. It's really sad actually to see her like this, but I don't know what else to do. I have talked to three different doctors about this, and they have all said similar things, that she will, "grow out of it", "there shouldn't be any long term effects", "give her plenty of fiber in her diet", we have tried it all! Even buying Miralax for over a year, which is a powdered substance we added to her drinks and it dissolves, making her bowels softer. Yet, no matter how soft, or even runny her poop is, she still holds it in!

Back in December our poor child had a bowel moment that was so big from holding it in for over two days that it clogged the toilet. It was bad enough, that we had to borrow a snake tool to push it out. After several hours Ryan finally released the "beast" and our toilet was restored again to working order. Well, Wednesday the same thing happened again. Madisen clogged the toilet! It's hard to imagine a three-almost four year old can produce something so large. I worked on the toilet all moring, plunging but got nowhere, and gave up hoping Ryan could again restore our toilet.

However, later that afternoon my parents(bless their hearts) stopped in for a visit, and my dad, the awesome dad he is, got right to work on the"problem". Yet, as my dad was plunging away, the worse thing could have happened at that moment. From all the fiber I had given Madi over the last 24 hours, it had FINALLY caught up with her and she had some serious diarrhea which of course got everywhere! Since the toilet was not working, and I didn't want to take her all the way downstairs to the other bathroom as it was leaking everywhere and with her crying and me freaking out, I grabbed her and put her on Avery's little potty so she could do the rest there. I tried calming her down(which really didn't work) and started cleaning up the horrible mess. I had to take her pants, her socks and of course her underwear full of poo-poo off, as it was dripping down to the floor. I threw her socks in the sink and started rinsing off her underwear in the tub.

As I was doing all this, I stopped and looked around frustrated and overwhelmed by all the poop surrounding me that all of a sudden it hit me so hard, I started laughing like I have never laughed before!!! I realized how bizarre and horrible it all was at the same time, that I couldn't do anything but LAUGH!!! It was one of those moments when you just have no control over anything and all you can do to relieve the stress and the tension is to just laugh. So that's what I did...for over three minutes straight! My insides were rolling and I am sure the twins were thinking the same thing Madi was, "What's going on? Mom, are you going insane?!" My parents out in the other room didn't know what was going on either, as one minute I am trying to calm Madi down by yelling at her to "calm down!" (haha!) and the next, laughing so hard my insides felt like they were on fire! It was just a smelly, nasty situation to be in. One that I would never wish on anyone, but everyone knows with kids it's impossible to escape!

To make a long story short, I was surrounded by poop and it somehow became funny. :)

An update! Don't get TOO excited though.

I have had some mild requests/complaints as to why I am not updating my blog regularly anymore...I am assuming by these requests/complaints that my "reader satisfaction level" has gone down...drastically. Kidding! haha! I don't know why I haven't had the desire to blog or to even be on the computer as much. I have lost that "lovin' feeling" and need to get it back. I was thinking in many ways it's a good thing I am not on the computer as much. Yet, the more I think about it, I still managed to get nothing EXTRA done around the house or any new/old projects completed! One would think given all my extra time away from the blogging world that I would have created food masterpieces that even the Chef Ramsay would be impressed by! But sadly, I haven't done much of anything. So the question remains: What have I been up to then?

Well, making two babies of course! That's taken a lot of work, right? Sleeping a lot- taking naps, also thinking a lot. Yes, thinking and reading. I figure once the babies are here, I won't have time to use my brain much too just, think. I will be on auto-pilot doing the same things over and over again; feeding, changing diapers, laundry and cleaning up messes. That being able to think and read will become a thing of the past. And those certain parts of my brain will lay dormant for the next few years until one day all the kids will be able to fend for themselves and I will once again be able to pick up a book. So I am trying to savor the time I have to just think.

Last night I got the chance to talk to one of my best friends from high school, who's birthday is TODAY! (Happy Birthday Kimberly!!!) I was telling her that I have been feeling a lot better lately, in that I haven't been nearly as sick. I was also telling her that I haven't thrown up in two weeks! Except that track record was broken this moring... as all of a sudden as I was feeding Avery breakfast, I coughed and the next thing I knew I was standing over the garbage can, throwing up. Gross I know. Sorry if I made your breakfast come up. I still have moments where I feel nauseous, but it really is nothing like before! So I am thinking I am done with the whole sickness part of pregnancy, which I am so thankful that it went by fairly fast. Yet, I am always tired. I feel like I am always in a state of yawning. So, if you are talking to me and I start yawning, please don't be offended, I am just...tired. Just talking about yawning, makes me yawn, in fact in writing this post so far I have probably yawned over a dozen times at least! That's not a good sign...

Now that I have mastered THREE incredibly boring paragraphs, and have put most readers to sleep, especially those that took an interest in my 'lack of blogging' I suspect, won't be complaining about that ever again! :) Thanks for caring and enjoy reading my thoughts from my brain, however pathetic they might be.

Ok now to the picture of the growing belly... (I actually did my hair for once!)

There you have it. An Update!

I survived... (barely)

This story that I am sharing is a true story.

Rated: E, for everyone

Warning: This post is the longest post I have ever written, so before proceeding you might want to use the restroom, maybe grab some chips and of course make yourself as comfy as usual.

This post also contains the following:

-No profanity

-Mild "mean" words, ex: dumb, stupid

-Mild exaggeration

-Moderate amounts of bad jokes

-Moderate graphic images

-Heavy sarcasm

-Heavy attempt at humor...

After posting that "embarrassing" picture of my cute girls' bums next to the bathtub, my friend, Andrea, shared an idea with me that I should start a TAG where each person tagged has to share an embarrassing story of themselves. (I know, you are all just jumping for joy, right?) Since I am starting this TAG, it would be only fair for me to share one myself, plus I said earlier I would share one, sometime. (What was I thinking then...? I have no idea!) I have many embarrassing stories, as many of you probably do too. I will share just one, (if that's possible as many of my embarrassing moments mingle together with others). This is not something I wish I had "many" of. I can laugh about it all now, but I mean, why couldn't I have had, "many" of something else growing up...like, "many" tennis championships (or at least one!), or "many" HOT dates, or even better, "many" talents! I had a friend once tell me I should compile a book with all my embarrassing moments. I know I am not the "sharpest tool in the shed" or whatever, but please, I want to be left with some dignity, if after posting this I have any left at all! jk! ;)

To set the stage for the story I have to share a few facts first. I was 13 years old...ok, maybe 15, but who's counting! ;) This sadly, would have made me a sophmore in HIGH school. My sister, April was then around the age of 10. We were shopping with my mom at the local Albertson's near our home. April and I were complaining and whining as we thought we were just going to the store for a few things. Of course my mom's over-bulging coupon book and zest for sales always had a different plan. April and I (ok, mostly me) were getting restless and impatience walking up and down the aisles looking for the exact brand name pictured on the coupon, which seemed to me a waste of time, as it only saved 10 cents in the end, but as my mom would say, "ten cents over hundreds of times can save you thousands of dollars!" That was exactly how my mom would state things. (Yes, I understood that concept, but was a common selfish teenager, and I just wanted to get home. Now as I have grown up and hopefully I have become a bit more mature; and as a parent living off student loans, and trying to provide for my family in this crazy economy, I am so grateful for her lessons on thriftiness! Thanks mom!) Savings. That word alone, makes my mom most excited, watching the total amount of the bill plummeting lower and lower as each coupon is scanned and if something happened to ring up a penny more than the sale price in the paper, Albertson's policy being, you get that item for FREE! SO you bet my mom would be intensely watching the price of every scanned item, to make sure it was right. And if it rang up wrong she would practically jump on the cashier, chanting the correct price and beaming with utter delight, as if she had just won a trip to Disney World, rather than a box of noodles. Then racing home all too excited in anticipation to get my dad to guess at how many FREE items she got and the total amount that she saved for our family...!! Priceless.

Yet, this particular shopping trip, I guess you could say I was being a pain in the bum! Yes, that's right. Aggravating my mom enough, she told me to take my sister and go out to the car as it was still unlocked and wait for her there. At the time my parents owned the oldest and ugliest cars in all Boise! This made life a bit interesting for me and my siblings as we would constantly duck behind bushes or hide behind buildings if we ever saw one of them approaching. Then as casually as we could without drawing any attention to us, we would literary jump through the side door, while sliding down in between the seats hoping no one saw us while yelling at my mom or dad to step on it! Of course if my parents had a motto in life while raising us, it would have been one of two things:

OR

What was even more embarrassing was seeing how proud my dad was of his '84 Bright Blue Chevy Suburban. My mom drove a '89 Plymouth sky-blue minivan (as seen below) that came all-included with a nice shade of bluish-gray smoke that when the engine was turned on, the surrounding fresh air would be perfumed with a burning oil scent and covered in this thick bluish-gray fog. All this would be coming from a 2-inch exhaust pipe, shooting out a BIG gust of this fog every time you hit the gas or had to stop. (It produced as much smoke as a drag racing car, but without all the bells and whistles of a fast, nice, and expensive "race" car).

Whenever I was in the minivan, I just prayed that the approaching traffic light would remain green because if we had to stop, it felt like every pair of eyes within a 1/2 miles radius would be staring directly at ME and those that weren't, yet, were in the process of searching for the "dumb" people and their "dumb" car that was making so much pollution and stinking up their own cars! (But my parents had a way of reminding us daily of, "how good we have it").

**Ok so now that I have given you a brief history of my family, I will again proceed to telling you my story... (sorry I get pretty worked up! haha)

Leading the way to our dreadful minivan, April initiated shotgun before me, leaving me in the back seat alone with my sulking thoughts. After sitting there in silence for a few minutes just impatient to get home, I noticed a package of hundreds of minature size stickers laying on the floor by the back seat. I picked them up and gradually starting peeling the stickers off, one by one, sticking them all over the back of the seat of the row in front of me. I continued to pull off each sticker and place it strategically on the leather bound seat until they were all gone. (I can't tell you what drove me or motivated me into doing this, but did it nonetheless). As there were no more stickers to contribute to my masterpiece; as it was covered and decorated in little stars, smiley faces and miscellaneous thingamajigs, I sat back marveling my creation. Just then my sister, who I almost forgot was in the car with me, quietly but with confusion in her voice said, "Christy, when did mom start drinking Coke and Pepsi?"

The question took a moment to register in mind, as I was still is a daze, remembering where I was exactly, while the guilt started sweeping over me as I realized what I had just done to the back of the now decorated seat. After what seemed to be hours instead of seconds, I answered a little more annoyed then I should have, "What do you mean? You know mom and dad don’t drink that stuff." As soon as the words slipped out, I remember cringing as it always seemed that my mouth was quicker than my mind. Trying to cover myself I blurted out, "Why?!"

After a long pause,"Well," April starts... "It's just that there are five empty bottles of Coke and Pepsi on the floor up here by the driver's seat..."

At that moment without giving my body permission, it flew into the air, jumping over the middle seat. I sat up and stared down at the Coke products and other items that drew my attention. April and I looked around the car only for a moment both realizing the same thing at the exact same moment, and in a second we were both yelling, "OH MY GOSH! THIS ISN'T OUR CAR!!!" (In my defense, I couldn't tell the difference as there was no bluish-gray smoke covering the sky around the vehicle). We quickly jump out and shut the doors as nonchalantly as we possibly could, not wanting to draw any attention to us, (it seemed I was having bad luck with that).

We looked across the parking lot and spotted another sky-blue minivan knowing sure enough that was our dreadful minivan. We both raced toward it and as soon the doors are closed, a roar of laughter emerged from us and we started rolling in our seats. As we were laughing about what just happened, we were a little nervous as we noticed a family coming out of the store, heading straight for the minivan we were just occupying. More than ever before, I wished it was my mom coming out of the store instead. As we are crouched low in the seats of our minivan, April and I took sneak peeks out the window, and watched them load their van with groceries. At first, everything was going fine. They didn't suspect anything. What a relief! Then we saw the mom and obviously her fine looking son (roughly around the age of 16 or 17) start talking to each other with confused looks on their faces. They both then proceeded to turn 360 degrees around in their spot with intense searching eyes. As if caught in the headlights the boy spotted our minivan and me staring right back at him. He gestured to his mom and she nodded.

"OH NO! Tell me this isn't happening?!"

Right then, a flood of emotions, from panicking to humiliating washed over me. I tried to act as cool and as normal as I could. I pretended not to notice that he was walking over and when this cute boy came over to our van, knocked on the passanger window where I was sitting, I looked up with as much surprise on my face as I could possibly muster, slowly opening the door, and very politely said, "Can I help you?"

He stared back in astonishment, (from the look on his cute face he was probably thinking, not only was I the most awkward teenager he had ever seen, but confirming his suspicions' as he knows full well that I was pretending not to know why he is there, as I am a terrible liar) he asked, "Were you just in our car?" already knowing the answer, I was sure!

"Uh, ir..ya, I am sorry....You see my sister, thought it was our van, she gets confused a lot."

He looked puzzled for a moment then walked away. April chewed me out for making her look bad, which she had every right to, but seeing as how cute he was and me being just a year or two younger, I didn't want to look bad, and I thought she could afford to look bad as she was only ten. (I was a terrible, no good sister, I know! Sorry Apes!)

April and I sat there nervously laughing at each other. I wish I could say that the story stops there, and my mom gets to the car and we leave! Yet, not even two minutes later this cute boy started walking back to our van. He again knocked on the window, and not having much time to compose myself, awkwardly said, "Yes?"

He reached out to grab my hand and automatically my heart rate increased, (I must have been expecting something else, what that was, I have no idea!) then he put in my cupped hand a huge wad of sticky paper. "These must be yours," he said. It hit me like a ton of bricks, the stickers! Ugh! I am so stupid!!! What I really wanted to say was, "Actually they are yours...and do you want to take me out on a date when I turn 16?" Ha, fat chance of that happening.

As embarrassing as that was, I am glad April and I can look back at this and many other embarrassing and funny memories together and laugh. I survived through my awkward teenager years as the rest of us have too. We all have embarrassing moments and awkward times. I still have an occasional flashback of those, though they are fewer in number. ;) But that's what makes life so fun and interesting!

Now with all joking and sarcasm aside, I also want to say, (if I haven't said enough already! haha!) that I think my parents are amazing! My parents have taught me so much and are truly my best friends. I hope I can be half the parent/person they are to my own kids. They constantly make me laugh, are always there for me and really truly care about me and everyone. They always go above and beyond the call of duty in everything they are involved in. They have helped countless people, many of which have no clue as they both love to leave things anonymously at door steps or in the mail. :) I love that my dad is more than willing to take time to hang out with us and laugh with us. He has such a sense of humor and was also the guy that always stopped for those that were broken down on the side of the road. My mom, she is so selfless. I honestly can't recall her ever needing anything or buying anything for herself. She always puts everyone first. I love my mom and dad so much!

Again, sorry for such a long story and lengthy post, I did warn you! I am not going to TAG anyone, as many of you don't like to do tags and that's just fine. If, however, you feel the inclination to share one of your embarrassing moments, I would LOVE to read about it!!! I love a good laugh! So please let me know!

Two "Bums" Up!

I thought this picture was so funny! Is that not the cutest pair of bums ever! (I am bias, I know).

This picture was taken a few months back at my parents house and I forgot about it until recently when it reminded me of a conversation Madi and I had the other day, as she sat next to me while I was changing Avery's diaper. It went something like this:

Madi: "Mom, Avery has a big butt!"

Me: (while controlling myself from laughing) "Well Madi, actually Avery has quite a little bum...

Madi: Oh! She has a little bum?!

Me: Yes, a cute little bum.

In the near future when our girls get a little older, they might be a bit embarrassed about me posting this. I know I was embarrassed as my mom did something similar to me as a child. However, they shouldn't be, because one it's just a picture and two it's not embarrassing at all considering what awaits them... You see, by posting this I am actually helping and preparing them for their future. ;) Because as it turns out, they NEED to start getting used to embarrassing things... since that was their fate as soon as they were born into this family; as my family has had some of the worst and funniest embarrassing stories ever recorded!!! (only slight exaggeration there... haha!). Every one of us has done or said something that has made us feel embarrassed at one time or another. I would say for my family embarrassing things happen regularly as we seem to have a strong magnetic force that draws us to having, and collecting them.

We have those, "stick your foot in your mouth," moments all too often (which I am sorry to say we seem to get from my lovely mom). And it's true that what is considered embarrassing for some, isn't for others, so maybe that is why I feel that we have so many "embarrassing moments" as most everything turns our checks a bright shade of red! (which we seem to get from my dad). So the combination of these two traits from our dear parents, my siblings and I were doomed from the beginning to a life of embarrassment. haha!

I will have to share a few stories with you when I have time. ( Lol! yes, as it appears I never find time for blogging! -heavy sarcasm) Sometime I will share a story or two of one of my top 100 embarrassing moments and believe me when I say, you will be counting your blessings that you were not born into this family as it seems to be a curse of never ending embarrassment or maybe just a string of bad luck and a genetic defect of bright red checks? You can decide.

Warning Labels

Have you noticed there are warning labels on virtually everything?! And I mean everything! Toilet paper even comes with a warning label! I mean come on, I think we all know what toilet paper is used for and how to use it! It just doesn't make sense to me that there are people out in the world that are really that ...well, how do I put this nicely...dumb. We live in a world that is a major sue-happy-place and anything without a warning about the possible dangers (or almost impossible dangers-only those "dumb" people can make possible), the product could impose on someone, the company could be sued! I am not talking about people in third-world countires that have never seen or even heard of some of the technologies that we so easily have access to, I am talking about the people right here in our own country. I don't mean to be negative either, but when I hear stories of people suing because they dropped their own coffee cup on themselves or because they tripped on the sidewalk and are suing whoever owns the sidewalk, I just shake my head and think...dumb, dumb, dumb...I mean why is it, that we let people get away with stuff like that?! If I was on a jury where someone was suing over something so trivial, I would want to say, "You mean to tell me, YOU want money, because YOU tripped, and spilled YOUR coffee, on YOUR lap?! Yet, YOU are wasting MY time to sit here and listen to this! I trip every day of my life, and that is MY own fault but you want ME to give YOU money for it?!?! YOU are dumb and crazy!" haha! Yet, in a positive light, I guess in a way I am grateful that there are those "dumb" people out there, because without them, some of us wouldn't have professions...judges, lawyers, stenographers, writers and the list goes on and on....

So with warning labels in mind, I want to make sure I add a warning to those viewing my blog:

Any pictures that I have previously posted on my blog or that I will post in the future may contain images that may be considered disturbing to some viewers. In some instances pictures may cause:

night terrors,

sleep deprivation and grogginess,
sudden convulsions or nausea,

foaming of the mouth,

loss of or increase in appetite,

aggression or feeling agitated,

identity confusion,

Feeling depressed or incompetent,

bulging of the eyes,

and/or sporatic screaming.

(Side effects other than those listed here may also occur. If these symptoms or any other symptoms occur please seek immediate medical attention. This information is not intended to replace the advice of a doctor. If sudden panic attack occurs, please cover both hands over face like this. Thank you.) You have now been warned, so you can't sue me! haha! jk!

***And one last warning, mostly to myself...

Thanks for the warning.

Bare Naked Baby!

I just love these pictures of Avery!! She will probably kill me when she is older for sharing them across the internet on our blog! But doesn’t she have the cutest little tush?! haha! :)