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Thursday, June 18, 2009

Good news!

So I just got word back from our Peditrician that after three weeks, Andrew is finally cleared! His white blood cell count is back to normal and we're out of the worry zone. Mostly, I'm just grateful I don't have to go through the ordeal of pinning him down to get blood drawn. I don't think Drew is gonna wanna EVER go back to Dr. Jim's office. Poor Drew has gone through enough to last him the next year.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

-ism

Nate: Can I cut your hair?
Me: Sure.
He then proceeds to grab a spoon, fork, knife and brush. Hilarious moments ensue.
Nate: There. You're beautiful. You look like Texas.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Lovin'

Lest you think Drew was giving me lovin'...


I'll have you know he was going in for a zerbert.

When I'm blogging...

and forget to shut my bedroom door, this is what happens...

I come out to the family room and see Drew with his trains and this smile...This is his "I got caught" smile and I knew something was up.



So I followed the paper wrappers to my bedroom and this is what I found...




I guess I should be grateful they enjoy playing together. (aka getting into everything and making ginormous messes.)

Friday, May 29, 2009

No pictures yet...

So I don't have the pictures scanned yet, but I couldn't wait to shout out the news...we're having a GIRL!!! No doubts on our part, but I think I needed to have my feelings confirmed through the sonogram to truly announce with authority that it's a girl...Yeah!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

A little late...

But Eddie passed his qualifying exam! Way to go babe! We are so proud of you and are so glad that it is over. Now we get to move on to the next 2-3 years of continued dreaded research. We love you!

Monday, May 18, 2009

A conversation with Nate

So as I'm trying to catch up on some blog reading, Nate comes in and tells me he has to go potty. Okay, go right ahead. He comes running in after he's done and tells me, "I didn't put any pencils, or towels, or letters in the potty mom." So I'm thinking, great what did he put in there this time? I go running in to check and he lifts the lid and says, "See, I didn't put anything in there...just my poop."