Good Michael quotes:
Sitting down to eat breakfast with a crying sister, "Oh, for Pete's sake, Megan."
"Mommy, Megan is a Scottish girl."
"Mommy, I am not feeling well. I need some fiber medicine."
Immediately after eating said fiber medicine, "I already feel sick again. I need some more fiber medicine."
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Genius in Training
So Proud of Her Standing Skills
This lady is SO funny. Can you tell how proud she is to be standing (not holding on) in front of the dishwasher? Why did both of my children LOVE the directions sticker that goes on the inside of your dishwasher? I am going to have to superglue it in there. This is two days ago, just before her nose started running and our misery began. Sick, sick baby girl.






Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Another Nothing Day
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
A Boy? Or a Dog?
Dan is out of town this weekend and I am struggling to keep eyes on both kids and accomplish anything else. I am making dinner (as I write), setting the table and watching Megan who is trying to scale the bookshelf. Michael just said, "Mmmm. Butter tastes good. I licked it." A stick of butter. Gross.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Friends...and then not so much
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Sugar Shark
Yesterday afternoon, Michael and I made Kool-Aid. This was Michael's first experience with Kool-Aid, as we tend to avoid TOO much sugar. With Michael standing on his stool, armed with a wooden spoon, ready for stir duty, I put the sugar in the pitcher. He gazed into the top of the pitcher and said, " Oooh! Look at all that sugar! For ME?!"
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The Super Staller
So Michael has become quite adept at bedtime stalling. Nothing like some kids I've heard of, but it is still funny to watch him think he's clever. He often uses the "I have to potty" excuse, which leads to him sitting on the potty indefinitly if permitted. "One more minute," he says. Of what, Michael? Pretend peeing? Or driving me crazy? He really pours it on for poor Grandma, who is a sucker for his pleas. Tonight he sweetly asked her for a drink of water. Grandma said that she would come ask mommy. So I took up a cup of water and he said "Hi, mommy! I just need a LITTLE drink." He then proceeded to touch his lips to the straw and perhaps let one drop of water into his mouth. Or perhaps not. He then instructed me to "just put it right there on my table." Okay, King Michael. GoodNIGHT!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Finally, a wedding photo!
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