His face says it all...

Before:

After:

He's much better now...back to the happy little guy we all know and love. I have to say, though, we were both a bit sad after the cut. The lady took a sweet forever to cut it, and even though I just wanted a little trim, she was adamant that scissors are too dangerous for babies and insisted on the clippers. I knew they would scare him. The saddest part was that he didn't really cry until the end...he just sat in my lap with his eyes closed and shook. Broke my heart. But, we're both fine now and I'm getting used to his big boy "do".

The Great Turkey Roundup of 2008

Take 1

Take 2

Take 28

Getting closer... (Clark just woke up in case you are wondering why his eyes look so puffy)

Take 9,237

The best it's going to get

His hair is priceless. I'm thinking he should have been Donald Trump for Halloween.

Happy Thanksgiving from my turkey's to yours!

I Got Nuthin'

Seriously, I have nothing to say. Nada...not.one.thing. I was thinking the other day after Ladies Bible Class that I could not remember half of what Mark said about half an hour after leaving class. I think that I need to start doing crosswords again. Or Sudoku, or something because my brain has turned to mush.

Anywho...all of this to say that I have nothing of value to post, and yet here I am. I was tired of seeing the same post staring back at me and decided even if I had no thoughts, I needed to post something.

Here's sweet Briggs rockin' out in my shades

my big boy

I think he's driving himself to a folklife festival. We had Music & Me today. 

The boy seriously loves the folk music.

the big kids

Jaime and I snuck peeks of them on the playground today. It was so fun watching them play with their pals. (I wrote peeps instead of pals...but then thought maybe that saying was out...I have no idea. Help me people. If I don't have normal intelligence anymore, I at least need to be hip. And by just saying "hip" I think I have confirmed that I am old and dorky)

So there you have it. The best I've got. And it ain't much~

You know you do it too

I am a blog stalker. I'm much better than I used to be, but it is still something I fall back on when I just don't feel like mopping the floor. Or folding clothes. Or scrubbing toilets. But I digress. My whole point is that there are a couple of blogs I read even though the authors are complete strangers to me. One of these blogs is Angie's. Right now, she's posted about praying for your kids seven times a day for seven days. She even has specific prayers written out for certain times of day. I think it's great, and I'm going to give it a try. I thought it was worth mentioning in case you yourself are not a blog stalker, and have never heard of her.

Trick or Treat

After weeks of chocolate dreams, we weren't sure Scarlett would get to enjoy Halloween after all. The fever that started on Wednesday was pushing 104 by Wednesday night. A trip to the Urgent Care clinic Thursday due to an earache, led the Dr. to think she may not have a simple ear infection, but pneumonia. I was a bit of a basket case considering she has only been on an antibiotic once since she was born. Thankfully, a Friday morning trip to our regular pediatrician resulted in finding out she was pneumonia free but did have a sinus infection. I loaded her up on tylen*ol, Mucin*ex, and her antibiotic, and we were ready to roll. As we were unloading the kids Scarlett said, "Let's do this!" To say she was ready would be a vast understatement. (And, for the record...she had not run fever any on Friday, so hopefully you won't think that badly of me)

the butterfly princess and her caterpillar sidekick

yes, he's holding a thermometer...we have a twisted sense of toys around here these days

blurry, but cute

at Trunk of Treats with Aunt Maegan and Uncle Jordan, the golfers :)

(if you look closely, you will see Scarlett's wings are upside down. Apparently, I'd been nipping at the cough medicine and didn't even notice)

Sick or not, Scarlett had a great time. Now Clark and I seem to be coming down with the same ailment. Pray for us. However, in the words of Lisa, at least it's not barf. You know me well, my friend, you know me well.