The Culprits

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Birthday Visit

Auntie Melanie & Auntie Jubilee came to visit a couple weeks ago. We celebrated Isaac's birthday, as well as Grandma's, Auntie Deborah's & little Cousin Aiden's (he just turned one year old!) birthdays.
Little Cousin Aiden giving Jarod some love!


Seth & Aiden


Auntie Jubee & Cousin Aiden getting ready to blow out candles


Boy cousin wrestle time!!!!


Auntie Melanie holding Birthday Boy Aiden & Birthday Girl Deborah holding Birthday Boy Isaac


Cousin snuggles
One of Grandma's big tough Newfoundlands hiding from the horrible scary noise of kids blowing into some little party party favor thingies. The horror.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

A Mr. Roger's Field Trip

I knew that Krispy Kreme made good, fattening, sugary doughnuts that I should never, ever, ever...ever....eat. On occasion, I've had one (or two, or two and a half, or two and three quarters....but never three.....OK....yeah.....sometimes three....) when someone else has bought some and shared with me. I knew that they were yummy, soft, squishy, moist and best avoided at all costs. But I had never physically visited an actual Krispy Kreme establishment before this last Thursday. We were broke, as it was the day before payday, and we wanted to do something special, as a family. Something special....but cheap. I had free doughnut coupons for the kids, so off we went to Krispy Kreme. I found out some really cool things about Krsipy Kreme. I found out that the boys could actually watch the doughnuts being made on a conveyor, Mr.Roger's-field-trip-style. The boys absolutely loved watching all those doughnuts floating by in the oil, as if living some wonderful, fluffy, sugary, doughnut dream, and then going through the frosting curtain to be glazed. It was doughnut heaven. I found out that the nice Krispy Kreme people just come right up to customers to give them free doughnuts!!! And then they still let said customers redeem their free doughnut coupons. They even give away FREE HATS!!!! We bought coffee so they wouldn't regret being so nice. Yes, I realize that this was a guilt-inducing-ploy that they used against me so I would actually, you know...pay for something.....and I fell for it. And, yes, I realize that these are all things that everyone, but me, already knew about Krispy Kreme. I don't get out much, ok? But..Krispy Kreme is SO COOL! Kids get an educational experience that they can use later in life (in case McDonald's won't hire them in this economy....you know...) and parents don't have to pay for diddly! I think I know where our new favorite "field trip" outing place is............









No, I did not wash Isaac's finger before he ate his doughnuts. But I should have.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Sweetest Words

In this house, there are 3 sweet little words spoken often, which promote affection, love & emotional bonding. And it's not "I love you". Well, ok...it is "I love you." But the other 3 sweet little words are the call to "DADDY WRESTLE TIME!!!!!!" It is all the boys' favorite past time. Justin's been wrasslin' those lil' cowpokes since the beginning of......Seth. Little did he know how outnumbered he one day would become. I sometimes wonder if he needs a little help. That's when I get out the camera.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Spooks

Sunbeams through the window,
orange juice in my cup,
drip coffee brewing,
and a lil' barking pup.
Smiling and dancing,
and soft, clapping hands,
bubbles and washing
and marching in bands.
Joy runs through the hall
and plays in the grass;
sits in the lawn chair
as squirrels skitter past.
Sunflowers reaching

a sparkling sky,
pinwheels spinning,
a sweet lullaby.
Jesus loves me,
and gruff billy goats,
gingerbread running,
and tub sail boats.
Giggling and snuggling
under rose-budded sheets,
stroking my hair
as I give in to sleep.
Growing and distance
as time travels by,
talking and tears
and wondering why.
Pictures and letters,
visits and calls,
children, new joys,
and spooks to recall.
One last reunion
with giggles and tears,
loud voices straining
for beautiful ears.
Last time to sing,
to hold her soft hands,
go now to see Jesus
and march in his band.

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