Thursday, August 27, 2009

Saul sleeping on the "doggie soft blanket" actually a wallaby hide (Thank you Mr. Mullen!)





and a video. now this may not seem like much to some of you, to others, it is amazing.
Saul is drinking Orange Juice from a regular cup, by himself. He is also taking sliced roast beef, putting it on a toothpick, dipping it in ketchup, then eating it. chewing and swallowing. with no prompting. last year? I did not think this would be possible


Monday, August 24, 2009




thats apples and peanut butter

Thursday, August 20, 2009






Great news! the Velocette went home with its owner, and I do not have to worry about it now. Sara and Saul are on their way to Beaver Dam to visit. Hooray

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Sara is on a girls camping canoe trip, so Saul and I are bachelors for the weekend. Hanging out doing guy things.

For dinner, he wanted four fish fingers, and a picnic. We compromised on fish fingers and pringles, sitting out on the back porch and had fun




Then we were going to stay up late, so we rode the big bicycle over to Uncle Matt's, hung out a little, then came back home, with hopes of staying up late, eating candy, etc, but Saul fell fast asleep on the couch next to me by 9:30. (8 is usually the "lets go to bed" beginning)

Put him in his bed, where he snored like a madman all night

This morning he came in around 6, crawled into bed, snuggled up next to me, and said "dad, my pull up is soaking wet" then started snoring.

Got the pants changed, got him situated, I crawled back into bed, and he stopped snoring, to announce "I want milk in a bottle, and I want it right exactly now!"

Back up, bottle made, back to bed, he drank ~ 6 ounces. then? at 7? started coughing, he is a little congested, but it turned into a full tilt puke. I caught 98% on my chest, but a small amount went past onto carpet.

Into bathroom, cleaned him, cleaned me, back to room, cleaned carpet, started laundry, and now? at 7:30am, he is ready to be awake, and there is nothing I can do.

He wanted more candy for breakfast, so I gave him a mint, then got brekkies prepped. Pancakes, syrup, orange and orange juice. He did great. ate it all up, then we had a good morning shower, tried to loosen and clear all the snots.

Dressed, and I tried very hard to convince him a nap would be nice. No, we will watch Wiggles videos on the computer in dad's bed.

Okay. till 11. When we took the big bicycle over to uncle Matt's again, to watch him disassembling a car.

stopped at MacDonalds on the way home, as his highness wanted french fries. right NOW. Please. happy meals now come in paper bags, I did not know this. which is good. It means I have not been to a mac donalds in a long time. And would like to keep it that way

He ate some fries, drank some milk, then said "lets take the rest home"

Cargo shorts! today? carried cargo! Bottle of milk in one pocket, with a happy meal mini beany baby dog, box of fries wrapped in napkins in the other pocket. Bike lock chain around my neck, helmets, cell phone, and away we go!

got home, he is sitting, drank a little more of the milk, ate NO fries, but demolished TWO clemintine oranges.

he is almost through, on to the rest of our day

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Leaving a bayou in Southern Louisiana well known for its fishing, a Cajun was stopped by a Game warden. The game warden pulled along side the Cajun's boat and noticed two ice chests full of fish

"Do you have a license to catch those fish?" the game warden asked.

"Naw, ma' fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese here are ma' pet fish," the Cajun proudly replied.

"Pet fish?!" the warden said.

"You betcha pet fish," said the Cajun. "Avery night I take ma' pet fish down to de bayou and let dem swim 'round for a while, and when I think dey had enough swimmin' for da evenin' den I whistle and dey jump rat back into dese here ice chests and I take dem home."

"That's a bunch of bull, fish can't do that!" the warden demanded.

The Cajun looked at the game warden and said, "It's de truth, ma' fren.

Here, I'll show you." So the Cajun carefully picked up each of the two ice chests, gently poured the fish into the bayou, then sat back in his boat chair, crossed his arms, and quietly waited.

After several minutes, the game warden turned to the Cajun and said, "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, how long are you going to let them swim around?" the warden asked.

"Let who swim around?"

"The fish," the warden said.

"What fish?"

for OMJ












Monday, August 03, 2009

spent Saturday at Mark & Julia's for Mark's birthday

someone sat in a pool chair, lounged a little, then?



i like me some cupcakes NOW


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