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Friday, August 19, 2005

All right. All right. Enough already. I know that I haven’t been posting as much as usual and I’m sorry. I’ll make an effort to get back into the swing of things, including more pictures.

The kids are still cute. Parker has been going through a pretty good case of the terrible twos, but he seems to have turned a corner. The past couple of days he hasn’t had a bad attitude ALL the time. He’s still mischievous, pushes the boundaries, pees his pants on purpose, so pretty much just like his dad. He’s totally fearless, likes to fight and wrestle. Last week he beat up the 10 year old on the end of the block and sent him home crying. I’m not joking, the kid went home in tears because PARKER KICKED HIM IN THE HEAD.

Rylie is still freakishly intelligent. I know I don’t have a lot of experience raising 3 year old girls, but should the really be starting sentences with “The problem with Post Modernism is…” She’s supposed to start pre-school soon and I’m trying to prepare for the onslaught of amazement by her teachers. Has anyone written a book on how to raise a genius, because I need to read it.

Currie has been sick for a couple of days, so the kids have had to deal with me during the day. Thankfully for everyone, she’s getting back on her feet. Do you have any idea how much energy it takes to ignore two screaming children while watching reruns of poker on ESPN? Phew.

As for me: working too much is hard. I got in a wreck on the way to work the other day, so I’m looking forward to replacing that girls fender. Luckily for me the weekend is almost here, and all I have to do is catch up on the lawn, clean the basement, scrape and repaint the trim in Parkers new room, change the oil in both the cars, and clip my toe nails.

Pics coming soon.

1 Comments:

Blogger Bethany said...

You weren't this funny growing up. What happened?

12:34 PM  

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