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I dont know how many of you are familiar with the Discovery program called Survivor Man but my girls are good fans of the man on that show. Is it his accent or the mere fact that he does everything cool in the mindset of surviving, who knows? Well this is the result of the girls survival hut/Indian hut. The only problem with their hut is that they constructed it right before we were scheduled for a showing on the house. I sure hope the lookers were impressed and not turned off by my survival plantation.
Here is a close up of the tying of the branches they used to hold the thing up. Now where did they find strong enough grass to tie all those branches together? If it was in our yard, I feel sorry for the next mowing adventure.
Today we had another ultrasound to check the babies heart and all went well. Can you believe I took all 6 of my children with me and they were a perfect companion for excitement. Their behavior was excellent and their faces were priceless as they began to see their baby brother begin to interact with the ultrasound technicians manipulation. However nothing could have prepared me for what came last....the tech switched the machine into 3-D mode and we were all about to cry. There on that screen was the actual face of our little baby. He looks like Little "O" dont you think? Scooter I wish you could have been there, it was breathtaking.
Can anyone guess who this cutie might be? I'll give you a little hint his name rhymes with the word Pooter. That's right....that's my babies' daddy! Wasnt he a cutie pie? I found this picture and was trying to remaster it and when I zoomed a little closer to his face I saw my children hidden in that face, especially "H", "B", and Little "O". Nana and Papa Dick, I thought you would get a kick out of opening the blog and finding your sweet little Scooter. Happy Memories!!!!
Now how many Daddies do you know that will sit and let his little girls doll him up in their wigs and bonnets? What is even better than that is he will occasionally allow them to adorn him with their princess makeup and fingernail polish. When he just cant handle the thought of makeup he will lay on his stomach and they each section off his back to create tattoos on him. He secretly uses this as a sleep/play time together (he sleeps, they play). Dont worry Scooter, Little "O" will be big enough soon to let you play guy stuff. I promise his first birthday will be nothing but all boy toys. We may even score a tonka truck!
Last week when Scooter had a few days off from work we decided to use one of the mornings to give our girls a little grip on the reality of trash and the waste it causes. We took them to our county landfill. The smell was about more than I could handle! I am a smell phobic anyway so this sent me nearly over the edge. What was funny about the whole trip was the fact that the girls thought the pile of trash was cool. And of course "H" saw a poor abandoned teddy bear and was dead set on rescuing this little trashy treasure. She was quite offended with the "No Scavenging" rule. She is always the one we can count on finding a cause to fight for in any situation even if it is not the cause you set out to instill in her. Instead of rallying against needless waste she has rallied against needless tossing of poor defenseless toys. Thats my "freedom fighter!"
What is better than giving your new baby new things to taste? The faces they make when they taste them of course!! Scooter gave in to Little "O"s insistence of sharing his pickle at lunch the other day and this is what happens when you get what you want. Sometimes it may make you pucker! I will use this as a minor life lesson....Getting what you want doesnt always mean its a good thing, sometimes you may get a pickle instead.
How do you get angry with your children for going into the garage after you told them to stay out when you look out and this is the scene you see? They went in and seized the American flags and were outside in the yard singing to the top of their lungs "I'm Proud to be an American, Where At least I Know I'm Free" ......
.....my heart just melted and I forgot that they had infringed upon the rules of no garage entry. You gotta lovem'!!!!