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| Soooooo.....today Jonah's class starts their MAT 10 standardized testing that they have been practicing for. He informed me that he needed a good night sleep and a big breakfast. He managed the good night sleep and was up at 7:00. Good start. So I gave him his big bowl of fruit, cheese stick, toast, and juice like he asked for. 40 minutes later, he was finished. My head was starting to hurt. So I managed to get him dressed and then realized after he told me he had brushed his teeth that his toothbrush was dry. AAACCCKKK!!!! I get his teeth brushed, then I can't find his lunchbox. I finally find that and we start the daily shoe search. After almost pulling every strand of hair out of my head, I find them......on the TRAMPOLINE!!! So I start loading all the million kids into the van for the half block trip to the school. I then realize both of them are poop. It is 8:05, so they just have to suffer for the 3 minutes it will take to get to school and back. I drive Jonah right up to the back door and he gets out and hurries (jonah style) to the door, which is locked. He cannot knock loudly, so I had to get out and go knock on the door for him. Luckily someone in the hall beyond the cafeteria happens to glance in our direction and lets us in. Then he suddenly realizes he forgot his backback and its contents of his lunch, folder, kleenex and soap for his class. So, now I have to get the kids back home so I can change poopie diapers and prepare to go BACK to the school to drop off his backpack. I am having coffee first and waiting for 9:00 when the traffic is 2-way again in the front of the school.
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| Jonah announced the other day that my mini-van had just given birth to baby vans. There are three of them. The yellow one is Junior, the green one is Joe, and the pink one is Rosie. He claims that Ken's car is the dad, but one of them is GMC and one is a Buick. We both drive Pontiacs, so we are concerned with the moral character of this van.
Anyway, apparently he looked out the window and saw all the baby vans drinking some gas from their mother's breasts. He has such the imagination. What will he come up with next!
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| We had a nice weekend away from the kids. I was glad to get back to them, though. I miss them when I don't have them.
We got home and Jonah promptly lost his first tooth!! Actually, I pulled it, but it didn't take much effort. He was so excited to have a "window". The tooth fairy brought him a shiny gold dollar coin and he was so excited about that too. It was soooo sweet!
Soooo....Jonah is losing teeth, Marjorie is growing her first two teeth. They are getting big so fast.
Porter, on the other hand, just got a spanking for writing on the living room carpet with a PINK sharpie. He also colored himself pretty thoroughly. I got most of it off his hands and tried his belly, belly button, legs and feet, but you can only scrub so long on skin with a magic eraser before it does damage. He is now lamenting about the pink stripes on his knees. That kid is nuts. He has given Marjorie baby carrots, grapes, and tried to give her an apple today. Man.....watching him is 24 hour activity. He pulled out the waist band of my pants the other day and looked down and said "EEEEWWWWWW!!!" I promise I was NOT dirty, but it was pretty funny.
Just a few weeks til we find out what our new baby is. We are not looking forward to picking out ANOTHER name. We have so much trouble agreeing on names. Maybe we'll sell the right to name our kid on Ebay.....maybe not.
Hugs all
Renee
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| Well, we found out on my birthday that come September, there will be yet another little Burney running around, or at least laying around, cuz they don't run that soon.
Yes, we do have a 5 month old and yes, we were actively trying NOT to have any more babies. Shows us just how non powerful our plans are. Please pray for an easy pregnancy this time.
Hugs
Renee
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| I was having the most serious conversation with Jonah last night about what he wanted "Santa" to leave in his stocking. Santa has the hardest time with stockings. Anyway, before he finally came up with something he DID want in his stocking, he told me this:
"Well....not a ship, and not a lamp, and not pantyhoses, and not a light bulb and pause pause pause definitely pause pause pause not a bomb!"
So, as I am glad my son does not want a bomb in his stocking, I am a bit concerned why he found it necessary to specify that he did not need a bomb.
I guess I better just enjoy it now because when Porter learns to talk, he WILL ask for a bomb and we will all be scared.
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