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Jack n' Flops

Our dog "Mr. Flops" has been a fabulous addition to our house. Jack is in love with him and the other kids regularly play with him and take care of his maintenance issues, like the hole we found by his tail. I was able to stitch it up in no time and 'voila!', good as new. You can't do that with a real dog.

(Exaggerated pause for the mental imagery.)

At any rate, we now have run into a few problems. Mr. Flops sleeps in the same room as Jack and Braxton. No problem there, really- I mean he is an over sized stuffed dog toy who makes no noise. The problem I am having is that one day right before Jack went to sleep, Braxton introduced Jack to the pleasures of having a really soft, doggie shaped pillow in his crib. (GASP!!) I know, I KNOW! You don't need to tell me- I have the motherly internal movie player that allows horrific incidents involving my children to play right before my eyes as a warning of what could come, or might possibly happen due to my poor mothering. (Come on, you know you have that too!)

So, after a lengthly conversation with Braxton on the virtues of not smothering your baby brother by allowing Flops to Shack Up with Jack, I thought we had a deal. Well, Jack liked the idea of having Mr. Flops in his crib. At this point I had a clear cut, moral dilemma. Banish Flops to the basement, or hope that Jack and he could come to an understanding that sleeping together just isn't a good idea. Braxton felt bad for Jack, so this is what I got a glimpse of when I went in to check on Jack yesterday.



Well, it looks as if Mr. Flops is going to the basement. Goodnight, Mr. Flops. We will miss you.

$47.60, Advil and a Handi-wipe.

Whoever said that doing:

doesn't pay... never did it at my house! Look at my take for the day! (Most of it pulled from my uniform pants, jeans and other stuff... but it still makes me happy to find it lying at the bottom of the washer... sort of a reward for doing my job today. aahh.)

New Years Motivators

Since it is a new year, I thought I might share with you some of the funny things I have seen in the past week. This week it was the demotivators found here. While I couldn't find just one, I thought I might throw one in here and there until I am satisfied (or until I get sick of them, whichever comes first).

Swear Fudge

This is the time of year I wait for. You do NOT understand. Ryan's Aunt's (Barbara and Skippy) make us (everyone) fudge, usually ending up in us judging who has the best roll. All the while, making sure that we eat enough just to be certain that we are, in fact, sure of the results. That being said, each year there is nearly a fight over this fudgy masterpiece. Like I said, you do not understand. Apparently it is impossible to make this fudge. Trust me- we've tried. I did today- thrice. All three went to sugar- arrrgh! It's okay, my sister-in-law (who is the reigning Martha Stewart of the family) couldn't make it either. Apparently the recipe that they gave us is written in code so that none of us can make it. And when those aunties die, they better leave the secret 2 lines that they forgot to submit when they sent in the recipe!! At best the recipe is vague and open to too much interpretation. I need numbers, dang it!!

So, my niece Erinn, 17 (I think.. I know, if I were a better aunt I might know this information.) and I are trying to make this fudge the other night. By the time all was said and done, nearly everyone in the whole room had sworn at least once. (I'm telling you- we were a bunch of swear boxes!) My niece looks up and said that we need to name it "Swear Fudge". I do believe the name stuck. Swear fudge it is.

Neighborhood snowball fight!

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Cookies!!!

Jackson is by far my nosiest and 'gotta keep on top of' kid ever. This kid also loves his food. Listen to him as he stands on top of the chair and he notices what awaits him on the table.