tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24609784342652649602024-02-20T02:19:00.551-06:00Adventures in Dukevillemckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-34171032322261342622011-10-22T12:20:00.003-05:002011-10-22T12:34:05.982-05:00ADHDWell, I realize that I've not posted in a long a$$ time. WOW. After Dustin started Kindergarten we took him to the doctor and had him diagnosed with ADHD. Most everyone I spoke with regarding this step in his life was against medication. However, I take antidepressants and have been on them since before he was born. So, I take medication every day. If it helps... why should we have to suffer through it. I always view medication like having an epidural during labor. I know that I can give natural child birth... I know I can withstand the pain... how do I know this? Women have been giving birth since the dawn of time... and I've been pregnant and delivered children. This stands to reason that I could also handle the pain... i.e. I wouldn't die from it... but WHY? If there's a better option... an easier route if you will... why would I needlessly suffer? That makes no sense. That's like having the means to buy warm clothes during the winter but deciding to wear shorts or something just to prove you can. It's dumb... this is just my opinion. Anyway, I digress... we put Dustin on medication... despite all of the people that gave me odd looks that told me they thought it was a bad idea. But, the beautiful thing about being a parent... is I get to call the shots... :) Even my hubby disdained the idea that we put him on medication. Guess what?... it's a little under two months later and he's on board... why? Because Dustin is responding to it beautifully. I say he's like night and day... but that's not true... it's more like dusk and night. Meaning... he's still himself... it's just softer. My best example is his coloring... okay... before now he would color all over the page and it was hard to follow what was going on... now he colors in lines... he takes more time... he's calmer... more focused. So, to me this means that he's able to do things he wasn't able before... like pay more attention to school work... and let's be honest... with his speech delay... he really needs to be able to focus during school. I'm thrilled with his progress. He's such a bright boy and he loves school. I'm not sure if he'll have to repeat Kindergarten again because I believe his ADHD inpaired his ability to learn but I suppose I'll make that decision closer to the end of the year. I want Dustin to feel equal with his peers... so if we're going to hold him back... Kindergarten would be the time rather than in 3rd grade or whatever. Bug is such an amazing little guy. He's got such a big heart and he really is so smart. I hate that he has to battle such things at such a young age. It's hard but I'm doing my best to try and shelter him from the stigma of being behind.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-86197897669329396922011-08-27T09:40:00.002-05:002011-08-27T09:55:50.851-05:00KindergartenWell we survived the first week of school. Monday was exceptionally brutal... probably more so for me than Dustin. Although Dustin did cry and that ripped my heart out. I think it was more the reality that my baby is really going to grow up and leave me eventually. It's just one step closer to the time when he's no longer mine. I know he's not really mine, it's more like God let me borrow him temporarily to watch over him until he's able to do so himself. So, that reality is always such a let down to me. Because they are my babies and my angels. (Of course as I write this Dustin is torturing Dakota so he's been screeching all morning which is wonderful). I wish they could always be mine because I'm selfish like that. I think when you become a mother you fall so much in love with your children that over time it becomes difficult to let them grow up. It's traumatic for the mother or is in my case. Luckily Tuesday went much better as did the rest of the week. Dustin actually seemed to be enjoying it and doesn't seem to mind it anymore. I'm glad I decided to be the one to take him for the first week. It was important to be there to support him emotionally. Now that he is more acclimated I believe it should be fine for Darrell to begin taking him next week. Of course it turns out that Darrell left Tuesday night to go visit his brother near Waco so I would've had to take Dustin to school regardless. But, I'm just glad it had been my plan all along. It was good for me to see what his schedule/surroundings are like. I'm glad I was able to meet his teacher and see what his classroom is like with all of the kids there. (Dustin and I had attended meet the teacher night.... but being there during the first week of school was different). Dustin has collapsed every night after school because it is such an adjustment to his previous schedule. So, he's definitely been going to bed without us turning his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">TV</span> on. What's funny is last night I let him have the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">TV</span> on because it was Friday night but he passed out in like 20 minutes because he was so exhausted from the week's schedule. So, we made it through week one... luckily I have some time before my other two babies go to Kindergarten.
<br />mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-21620919992306482472011-08-15T23:22:00.002-05:002011-08-15T23:33:27.094-05:00Everything to EveryoneDo you ever feel so stretched sometimes in so many different directions it's difficult to keep track of all the threads? That's sort of how I feel at the moment. However, it's not the number of threads and directions that has me irritated... it's my ability to perfect them all. I feel like I've been "stubbing my toe" in certain areas and have not mastered everything that I should have already workwise and it's bothering me more than I could say. I feel like having to basically be CEO of a household (remembering everything for everyone) and maintaining all the little details (couponing, cleaning, paying bills), etc. have prevented me from being as productive as I want to be in other areas. I feel like I've done so much better in recent weeks in terms of budgeting and watching our spending. I've spent a lot of time couponing and doing other various activities to save money now and in the future. I've seen some small changes and it's been good. I started working out 5-6 weeks ago... haven't seen any changes there... but I feel better so that's good. My house has been in pretty good shape for weeks now (let's not talk about my car). But, I do this one process at work and it started a few months ago. It's not perfect and I'm not perfect at it and that drives me freaking bananas. I sort of want to pull my hair out in frustration with myself. I know that I should have a little more patience with myself perhaps... but I'm sort of beyond that. I'm told that I have a lack of empathy and that definitely includes myself. Meaning I'll give anyone a little to a lot of wiggle room in some areas... but there comes a point when excuses (I'm new at this) or whatever are enough. So, this month better be different or I'm going to vote myself off my own island.
<br />mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-73491999781917085572011-07-21T20:07:00.009-05:002011-07-21T20:22:22.241-05:00Things that Should REALLY be on a BABY RegistryOkay, so when I first found out my boss was carrying her first child I threw together these pictures of things that should really be on a baby registry because I thought there was some element of truth for those of us with children already and because it amused the hell out of me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNF6KRi_Ty4sSkqr18RiD___f9MbB7QuNtKJz8Ge618esocLxHnGhP0mlr_PkFJhS8F-_a4cRKCvgQop8fuwY1hQy1PxiE1JmGNW4bZWWcZQSgW-J5BkfelSOrLfzVAoeFDTPLVKasjwQ/s1600/Valium.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979606760734866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNF6KRi_Ty4sSkqr18RiD___f9MbB7QuNtKJz8Ge618esocLxHnGhP0mlr_PkFJhS8F-_a4cRKCvgQop8fuwY1hQy1PxiE1JmGNW4bZWWcZQSgW-J5BkfelSOrLfzVAoeFDTPLVKasjwQ/s320/Valium.bmp" border="0" /></a>Valium... for us or for them... either way works. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z0veucuPkk5gSYkpXywP4PPq22pPB3isXAXJ4ijg6E79Ym-EEK_V8iU5xAJmLeNojhkg9wMMxRLZBwCN6vXeNIOnLs1PH6tRakYPn1JUoSvDl2VqBZ_-XrjrBfzVIPC8reYhz_C5dtHY/s1600/tongs.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979526346631618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z0veucuPkk5gSYkpXywP4PPq22pPB3isXAXJ4ijg6E79Ym-EEK_V8iU5xAJmLeNojhkg9wMMxRLZBwCN6vXeNIOnLs1PH6tRakYPn1JUoSvDl2VqBZ_-XrjrBfzVIPC8reYhz_C5dtHY/s320/tongs.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Four foot tongs... you're going to need these to handle anything nasty... so you'll need these a lot with a new baby.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTdxhmRtg9F22I3uQr3PVBm19MD615tZYGWObU5hyphenhyphenTALC0sesEIcQXK4_NLHPKnGhIEwINRVoFiBfLv2xK_1IbpLGb6K8M0Ttv2z0xp-qJjjThhsYcJ2xNPTuF58JrFXmjph3HcKmjsav/s1600/playpen.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979451473396194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyTdxhmRtg9F22I3uQr3PVBm19MD615tZYGWObU5hyphenhyphenTALC0sesEIcQXK4_NLHPKnGhIEwINRVoFiBfLv2xK_1IbpLGb6K8M0Ttv2z0xp-qJjjThhsYcJ2xNPTuF58JrFXmjph3HcKmjsav/s320/playpen.bmp" border="0" /></a>A "play pen" If CPS swings by you may want to say this is for the dog. This is more convincing if you actually own a dog.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_0X4eV9fr4hWcPbnAY_efLn1V1Y2Ik8A1jZKgnv2mOUZngWOPy6uIzgpohafPmOkSx0xJXMGgAr5BZ4ZLHo7LL74HtNlroWcUIav5bLlEqewoxB0M06B8K5GugUAddlW-RDG7th1eF3C/s1600/muzzle.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979367455530594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_0X4eV9fr4hWcPbnAY_efLn1V1Y2Ik8A1jZKgnv2mOUZngWOPy6uIzgpohafPmOkSx0xJXMGgAr5BZ4ZLHo7LL74HtNlroWcUIav5bLlEqewoxB0M06B8K5GugUAddlW-RDG7th1eF3C/s320/muzzle.bmp" border="0" /></a> This is self explanatory... also helpful if you actually own a dog.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKmrtyy441rTfb8gWjhvtD4U3Qh8RJqb2f2tzrjO21qdrxYXTvX5GSYbtiGoaUz7LlZ4mS5_PzGOpZ5xM8sZWYGFYr93twCWDDhdNuGdloMU5gT9QyuNAxzfXGnBQKQWqM7p-KYAzO1oN/s1600/hazmat.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979290408140450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKmrtyy441rTfb8gWjhvtD4U3Qh8RJqb2f2tzrjO21qdrxYXTvX5GSYbtiGoaUz7LlZ4mS5_PzGOpZ5xM8sZWYGFYr93twCWDDhdNuGdloMU5gT9QyuNAxzfXGnBQKQWqM7p-KYAzO1oN/s320/hazmat.bmp" border="0" /></a>A Hazmat suit... so many uses... not enough space to list them all.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-KZlVna9uAEWhw8NQh1UN2eYKcJwwJEQJDgH0MYWvU5yhoWkqupwu_PtY-8dT3P3p29Y3ljpDYehSO5pwtVVS3RdYJlXqA6r077PpECV8IhrdKNMYOEV0EK-pIf24uOtFY8VJNMa_i1n/s1600/ear+plugs.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979203655201810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-KZlVna9uAEWhw8NQh1UN2eYKcJwwJEQJDgH0MYWvU5yhoWkqupwu_PtY-8dT3P3p29Y3ljpDYehSO5pwtVVS3RdYJlXqA6r077PpECV8IhrdKNMYOEV0EK-pIf24uOtFY8VJNMa_i1n/s320/ear+plugs.bmp" border="0" /></a>Ear plugs... for when they just won't "shut up"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuL2a7TBlXfuiSrqhyphenhyphenwjojvBUA9XPc2pzVzBoxclwM0fEYSVMSgX_zqvaQiAfDKsfR7axLwGDqTmAxl5RxjuS5XpAs2rMN1WaQjGCJVhwxYp8znwAHr8SsGSt9b9aoFSCgIr-W1RHYPtRB/s1600/bottles.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631979122531120018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuL2a7TBlXfuiSrqhyphenhyphenwjojvBUA9XPc2pzVzBoxclwM0fEYSVMSgX_zqvaQiAfDKsfR7axLwGDqTmAxl5RxjuS5XpAs2rMN1WaQjGCJVhwxYp8znwAHr8SsGSt9b9aoFSCgIr-W1RHYPtRB/s320/bottles.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>"Bottles" I don't drink... but if I did I would probably have a lot of these. :)</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">So, that's my twisted sense of humor. </div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-82543555621420436912011-07-03T09:34:00.002-05:002011-07-04T23:07:44.425-05:00The Things we ForgetI always think about the things my children do now that are so adorable. However, due to the passing of time I'll undoubtedly forget. Such as the fact that my middle son, Dakota, calls pancakes "cancakes." Or the fact that my youngest son Daxton rocks himself in his car seat on his own. Earlier this weekend I sad a bad word and my eldest, Dustin, looked me right in the eye and said, "Excuse you." Of course this is what I say to him when he says something he's not supposed to. So, I forced to apologize because that's what you are supposed to do when you say something you aren't supposed to. :P This 4th of July weekend was full of plenty of things I'm probably going to forget and all of it was so wonderful. Dustin and his Uncle Gerald cavorted in our mini pool and had water fights. I even jumped in on this full clothed in sweat pants and all. We did smores for the first time as a famiy and tonight we did fireworks and Dustin and Dakota held sparklers for the first time. Obviously my Dad and I held their hands as well. Earlier today I took all 3 of my boys to our friend JT's house for a massive fourth of July AA blowout. My kids and I were out there for 5 hours. I kept dousing them in water to cool them off. Eventually their shirts came off. There was a bounce house. They were covered in sand, sweat, chocolate, cheetos, soda, and anything else you can imagine. They pitched a fit when it was time to go but passed out in the car on the way home. I did hose them off before we got in the house due to their dirty state of being. It's 11:00 p.m. and they are down the hall barely in bed because we did fireworks. Of course Dustin had to use the restroom five minutes ago and so they are both awake. Daxton JUST passed out beside me. And my house is only half clean. My house has paid the price with all the fun we've had this summer. The house cleaning has completely fallen by the wayside. :P I've had so much fun spending time outdoors with the boys. I believe they've also really enjoyed it as well. Happy 4th of July everyone.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-27607795593358907512011-06-29T00:30:00.001-05:002011-06-30T23:24:49.234-05:00The World According to Dax<div></div>Life rules when you wake up and party with Mom on a Wednesday night. Dax woke up and we hung out. He's got it so rough... hang out with Mommy, cuddle with Mommy, play with brothers. He lays on the ground in what I call his sphinx pose and watches the world around him. You can tell that he's anxious to get up and join the fun of his older brothers. I have to say that of all my children Dax is probably the most spoiled and yes it's because he's the baby. I never really believed that until I had my own 'baby' of the family. But, just like my other babies, he'll get away with murder cause I'm a push over. :) <br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GI64Wi3F2MBOUZFq5WpEXc016IzyNq1DyF7DOkLSC3cTIN3D7cc8zs0jESzvc50ACUlcrDU8K3CAC0zA71aJVbNKXPJ8fkI_jIwhd5HiSWmTAOiQsJBkgtaZ8JRLnEeRuE9JxBJ_Xc-H/s1600/264908_2105189425806_1127614634_32425735_8012453_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623881741615188642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GI64Wi3F2MBOUZFq5WpEXc016IzyNq1DyF7DOkLSC3cTIN3D7cc8zs0jESzvc50ACUlcrDU8K3CAC0zA71aJVbNKXPJ8fkI_jIwhd5HiSWmTAOiQsJBkgtaZ8JRLnEeRuE9JxBJ_Xc-H/s320/264908_2105189425806_1127614634_32425735_8012453_n.jpg" /></a>This is an ultimate favorite...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_8-391KIVFb9G_xZC3gufKnO0CM8pg2ou57zmqtJwG_uENU3IqmTlS0FE9O8MxobXVKNxtMITMxcCVBmOdAD58ugeHIyNWCGnnjfcBniVrISuTtjEXwnqq9H6abI9DKgpM5XWYP2jmTj/s1600/216071_1890995751098_1127614634_32154428_7177587_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623881669768849298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8_8-391KIVFb9G_xZC3gufKnO0CM8pg2ou57zmqtJwG_uENU3IqmTlS0FE9O8MxobXVKNxtMITMxcCVBmOdAD58ugeHIyNWCGnnjfcBniVrISuTtjEXwnqq9H6abI9DKgpM5XWYP2jmTj/s320/216071_1890995751098_1127614634_32154428_7177587_n.jpg" /></a> If you see this guy, run, he's armed and dangerous.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WSi0pymQBJPyz9_kdPU35wiiy9vfAPU1h60NBlfWK3WO7VapMI_1z1dzZ8ofdCGav6HKdGKS1GjLPEUEHGiILFHfVzVr7LDg6Or8aMK-OWUSc89Y7oU3OsEci4Xub6bKPRd6K4hztUPa/s1600/270044_2105189785815_1127614634_32425737_5369899_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623881597373125522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WSi0pymQBJPyz9_kdPU35wiiy9vfAPU1h60NBlfWK3WO7VapMI_1z1dzZ8ofdCGav6HKdGKS1GjLPEUEHGiILFHfVzVr7LDg6Or8aMK-OWUSc89Y7oU3OsEci4Xub6bKPRd6K4hztUPa/s320/270044_2105189785815_1127614634_32425737_5369899_n.jpg" /></a>I'm contemplating what to do next.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOzIvX4N3U8K56r84-M1M8xsaW7i1JqQ1K0Y3y6dQyMgUIiy-ihVfj-j-0qZUKJ4ZcU46G-ZIsOIJqi6o-Yf-AiWRyJQFotpIqHAVgw3Bh5_CDvdHAwq6I9akyqb8YyWdJrWpCdqB7o_m/s1600/268531_2105190945844_1127614634_32425739_1337957_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623881496122893058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOOzIvX4N3U8K56r84-M1M8xsaW7i1JqQ1K0Y3y6dQyMgUIiy-ihVfj-j-0qZUKJ4ZcU46G-ZIsOIJqi6o-Yf-AiWRyJQFotpIqHAVgw3Bh5_CDvdHAwq6I9akyqb8YyWdJrWpCdqB7o_m/s320/268531_2105190945844_1127614634_32425739_1337957_n.jpg" /></a> Oh yeah... smile<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-19081052272002690262011-06-11T11:59:00.002-05:002011-06-30T23:19:09.051-05:00This Week So Far: NO Casualties of WarSo, I have to tell this story because it was out if left field. I was too aggravated last weekend to really discuss this on my blog because I would not have had anything nice to say. So, last Friday my husband thought that the cat was looking a little under the weather (later found out she was probably a little dehydrated) and he decided that it must be fleas biting her that is making her look sick. So he grabbed the DOG flea medication and put it on the cat sometime Friday during the day. DOG flea medication? Yes, that's what I said... anyway around 10 p.m. I was looking at the cat and she was drooling uncontrollably. I thought she had an infected tooth because when I inspected her mouth she kept pulling her face away like she was in pain. Anyway, about 2 hours later around midnight I heard something pound on my bedroom door. So, I went into the hallway and my cat was foaming at the mouth. A few moments later I saw her having seizures. I freaked out (my husband was at work at this time). I rounded up the kids (barefoot and still in diapers) and threw them in the car. We went to the ER vet and ended up spending $500 to correct this blunder. I was so pissed I couldn't even see straight. Now that the cat is fine I can find some humor in the situation. However, I would NOT recommend this as a way to get on your wife's good side.<br /><br /><br />Dakota also left his mark twice this week by pooping in his pants after I put him to bed and then proceeding to stick his hands in it and then smeared it all over his bed. Then second time he did it he got a spanking. He also threw and entire bag of crackers into my briefcase all over my work laptop. That was awesome.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-27333151543938120952011-05-30T12:55:00.007-05:002011-05-30T13:18:35.200-05:00A Math Formula They Forgot to Teach UsNow, I would like to consider myself a reasonably rational person. I've even been told that I'm a pretty calm person the majority of the time. Unless of course you are my husband, then this is not applicable. :) I personally feel that there has been a serious oversight in the education of children concerning a small mathematical formula that should be taught in every school across the nation if not the world. Of course I can only speak for myself in such instances. However, I feel that it is a universal theory that could be applied to millions of situations. Here is the formula that I am referring to:<br /><br />My Children + The Amount of Time, Effort, and My Ability to Clean the Mess = My Level of Irritation or Rage at Said Mess<br /><br />Thus, whatever mess my children make + my ability to get rid of said mess is directly proportional to the level of aggravation within me... for instance please refer to the following examples (2).<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYSd2FVlwu0Q8SB-0-Zk51M2NRJPosmMS7zLKIzIeje9Fp2h4hONSMROm5bmmZ_PlFfos-8NfUu8jSK64izF7cay65Vnj21L8MtBmjyNgZ7mKKr6PeOUBwuSnT0pjBK3hr9aax0DC816K/s1600/230952_1956375705556_1127614634_32252219_5886851_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612570494866146370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYSd2FVlwu0Q8SB-0-Zk51M2NRJPosmMS7zLKIzIeje9Fp2h4hONSMROm5bmmZ_PlFfos-8NfUu8jSK64izF7cay65Vnj21L8MtBmjyNgZ7mKKr6PeOUBwuSnT0pjBK3hr9aax0DC816K/s320/230952_1956375705556_1127614634_32252219_5886851_n.jpg" /></a>Baby Powder on Chair </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloYZiWNdizm3zlvuh8tiuTK5aPa24rqxJhVzlG-6LxLMy7IjWyBtAQ8zZa81uWq3_UDgNQNgyASj5PHOBOzsU3_rLpatma2boIb_4_FbjtmPWcOaFmvZGUME1y5Niw693LHPbAF-MSQ5v/s1600/230392_1956375985563_1127614634_32252220_3460233_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612570416224502754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjloYZiWNdizm3zlvuh8tiuTK5aPa24rqxJhVzlG-6LxLMy7IjWyBtAQ8zZa81uWq3_UDgNQNgyASj5PHOBOzsU3_rLpatma2boIb_4_FbjtmPWcOaFmvZGUME1y5Niw693LHPbAF-MSQ5v/s320/230392_1956375985563_1127614634_32252220_3460233_n.jpg" /></a><br />Baby Powder also on TV/Dresser<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHr6wAyGOYM75z0lLlZHfG-SX6MhKNvwSi5B1oMojMJHyc2z-aTQoXpgt4xoJ6605_dX1c5MCeU8pvbW8TBBO7aED-XIetjrkcZa0C6nhFlOocHBAzWRgELid5kbYryMXc2ryGcJLNSc2T/s1600/226602_1956376225569_1127614634_32252221_3902414_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612570328097708674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHr6wAyGOYM75z0lLlZHfG-SX6MhKNvwSi5B1oMojMJHyc2z-aTQoXpgt4xoJ6605_dX1c5MCeU8pvbW8TBBO7aED-XIetjrkcZa0C6nhFlOocHBAzWRgELid5kbYryMXc2ryGcJLNSc2T/s320/226602_1956376225569_1127614634_32252221_3902414_n.jpg" /></a>More Shots<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXciLqEhTk1fetdt_YOQMyCOcNycGkbZPaRcpWc54nxxvmPwC3bUEF4YrjEHd_-2aVoIKoWBLVqz-2fYt55Dgvlb6kVbDv1FvAdJJv6ru_34d09Fb2jPUGeleGLPyHs146makIjjhF3Hte/s1600/225652_1956375625554_1127614634_32252218_3134730_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612570272758621922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXciLqEhTk1fetdt_YOQMyCOcNycGkbZPaRcpWc54nxxvmPwC3bUEF4YrjEHd_-2aVoIKoWBLVqz-2fYt55Dgvlb6kVbDv1FvAdJJv6ru_34d09Fb2jPUGeleGLPyHs146makIjjhF3Hte/s320/225652_1956375625554_1127614634_32252218_3134730_n.jpg" /></a>On the Chair</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Now, in the case of the above example, powder on the chair and dresser/TV, this does not incite much of a response from me. This is due to the fact that I was able to clean this up in minutes. A little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">windex</span> and paper towels for the TV and dresser, some water for the chair (fabric) and poof it was gone. You can also tell I was amused because I took a picture.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdBtfTPEWRus8gHUE9X2JFSKO_DVmsxSzXSNcLwfoSZkByocIlvF7RAY5wLnTJ6iLFCfTfB9XAPj5PEl9LVegPso6EC2qrojtmSoKGPSG0mf-Fb3jmnp4HFySIeRDrcZwosColW4xsuPK/s1600/208001_1879612866533_1127614634_32138270_4453082_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612570195958162098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdBtfTPEWRus8gHUE9X2JFSKO_DVmsxSzXSNcLwfoSZkByocIlvF7RAY5wLnTJ6iLFCfTfB9XAPj5PEl9LVegPso6EC2qrojtmSoKGPSG0mf-Fb3jmnp4HFySIeRDrcZwosColW4xsuPK/s320/208001_1879612866533_1127614634_32138270_4453082_n.jpg" /></a>Permanent Marker on the Tile Floor</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="left">Now, one might think this next example would cause me more aggravation because its Permanent Marker. However, this one was actually faster to clean up. I sprayed bleach on it, let it sit, and simply wiped it up moments later. Again you can tell it amused me because I took a picture.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">HOWEVER, today Dakota put Permanent Marker on my COUCH. He's lucky he's still breathing. Luckily, I got the majority of the blue maker out with nail polish remover. However, Dakota got a serious spanking and it was then immediately time for him to go take a nap. It didn't even piss me off that he scribbled on my glass table with the same marker. WHY? Because I was able to get it off. Of course, I sincerely frown on his usage of permanent marker and do discipline him when he begins getting into trouble. However, it was definitely the couch that took the cake. God, I was so PISSED. And no I did not take a picture. Remember: Kids + Amount of Mess = Level of Aggravation in Parents. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-28379432129569319742011-04-10T10:48:00.002-05:002011-04-10T10:51:28.390-05:0025 Reasons My Life is like a Frat Party1. Gravity always seems to be a challenge. 2. Hand-eye coordination seems to be completely unreliable. 3. Going to the restroom is always a group endeavor. 4. Random brawls are a frequent occurrence. 5. If someone emits a belch or has flatulence this is cause for hysterical laughter. 6. For some reason unbeknownst to you, the floor is sticky. 7. There are random food wrappers scattered throughout the immediate area. 8. What often appears to be a good idea to those involved is extremely dangerous or idiotic to those with a more sober perspective. 9. The dancing is exceptionally bad and yet somehow endearing. 10. It seems that everyone constantly has the munchies. 11. Every mess probably contains some form of bodily fluid. 12. Privacy is an elusive myth perpetuated by cruel outsiders. 13. The party always seem to congregate in close proximity to any female. 14. Everyone's cup always seems to be mysteriously empty. 15. The speech of the cohabitants is often slurred and difficult to understand. 16. Tread carefully else you may trip over items that have to business being out in the open. 17. Drinking and driving is strongly discourage but frequently occurs. 18. Silverware is a confusing and challenging prospect. 19. No one appears to know how to dress and every individual's style is unique and very questionable. 20. There is definitely a preoccupation with anything phallic in nature. 21. Everyone definitely has an oral fixation. 22. The preference of every individual in attendance is to roam around shirtless. 23. Someone is always wondering who is going to make the next food or drink run. 24. The toilet seat is never down. 25. Hygiene is an ambiguous term.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-65083449834835605632011-03-13T13:10:00.003-05:002011-03-13T13:25:51.272-05:00The Epitome of GrossIf you have a weak stomach, please do not read this post... thanks..<br /><br />WOW!! I know that my boys are gross by nature. That is what they are supposed to be... however some days it just amazes me how gross they can be. I believe that motherhood and a strong stomach go hand in hand. If anyone told me how gross it would be I may have gotten a cat... no I'm kidding... I love them despite them being gross.<br /><br />Okay... so let's see what happened today... I got the boys up... Dakota and liquid poop all over him on the outside of his diaper and he proceeds to stick his hand in it... gross.... so... clean him up. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dax</span> also had poop. This is normal even the little ones do poop. So, I got them both cleaned up... Dustin is potty trained thank God.<br /><br />Then Dustin decides he and brother are going outside to play. This is fine... they have everything they could want outside. Outside they immediately become covered in dirt and chalk (chalk to draw on our pavement). After awhile outside Dustin decides he's going to brush his teeth outside. I walk by the window and both boys are holding toothbrushes and the toothpaste. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">WTF</span>? Okay, so I go and grab the toothpaste... they can brush their teeth outside... probably won't hurt anyone... but let's leave some toothpaste for the rest of the family. So, now we have added toothpaste to the mix. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmmmm</span> dirt and toothpaste... yummy combo. In the MEANTIME while they are becoming covered in dirt I am now washing all bedding in their room... they are covered in pee. Gross. I've also now cleaned the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">toilet</span> which is also covered in pee because Dustin and his Dad I assume cannot keep it inside the toilet because it is too difficult. I go back to retrieve my children as its time to eat. Dakota has liquid shit all over the back of his pants and shirt. Dustin is covered in dirt and proceeds to tell me he's not dirty... yeah right. Kota goes straight into the shower because this is a mess I'll use 3 packages of baby wipes to clean up. His clothes go straight into the washing machine. Dustin puts his dirt covered hands all over my clean bathroom... it now looks like someone put brown hand and foot prints all over the place. Okay... get Dakota rinses off so I can actually put some soap on his scrubby ass. He proceeds to scream the entire time. Dustin manages to clean himself for the most part. Once I finally get them both cleaned off it's time to eat. I fix them both something to eat. Dakota flings it all over the floor and gets it all over his body... arms, legs, face, hands, and feet. Gross. So, I get him cleaned up... then it's time for a nap. I have the urine infested blankets that are not yet washed (I've done 3 loads and made the beds with their sheets and comforters but some of the bedding is not yet done as they like to sleep with smaller fluffy blankets) on the floor. Dakota lays on it insisting he has to sleep with it. I drag him off and put him in his playpen. Dustin is also crying because his favorite blanket is not yet washed. Where is Daxton in all of this? He's been going with me from room to room attempting to correct the carnage his older two brothers have done to the house throughout the week. Thank God he can't crawl, walk, or make TRUE messes yet. He spits up and poops... but that's so mild compared to his older brothers it's unreal. <br />What's also awesome... the day is only half over... but they aren't going back outside. F that.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-51404761972922305472011-03-05T09:11:00.007-06:002011-03-05T09:24:40.629-06:00My 3 SonsI thought I would post some pictures of my 3 boys. These are the first ones where I have all 3 of them in one set of pictures. I'm thinking that I may force Darrell to accompany me to my Dad's tomorrow night where I can get some pictures of all 5 of us. That would be amazing. Yes, I think I may just do that. But for now... here are the pix of my 3 midgets.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj224nlG36QTBJJ4B7zlmfipIUZWx9RN6UAiOvTVmxnmxfKXq6gos7u15cXF8b4UTvkgAshcGJ8888Npg-e98TxIcD7lE81Ls2NUkjbrPodu9HcHiwLZRJrRM7GQ7H7bwKdb9SSGwmhn7wd/s1600/161.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614728390881746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj224nlG36QTBJJ4B7zlmfipIUZWx9RN6UAiOvTVmxnmxfKXq6gos7u15cXF8b4UTvkgAshcGJ8888Npg-e98TxIcD7lE81Ls2NUkjbrPodu9HcHiwLZRJrRM7GQ7H7bwKdb9SSGwmhn7wd/s320/161.JPG" /></a> Kota pouting again...<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52L3CRwLXONJPwBPwTH9retkejlih4LEArnqOGUxIFG62TLhRe-_Ngad1x5AVa73WaHMcCbdgSmWuqlcJ0Sni385iOmUFFVQGVO2RTXtV4ezwnCCVeKVd4Smr6gXaa0lSkm3aKE8nfRTh/s1600/160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614594559730482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52L3CRwLXONJPwBPwTH9retkejlih4LEArnqOGUxIFG62TLhRe-_Ngad1x5AVa73WaHMcCbdgSmWuqlcJ0Sni385iOmUFFVQGVO2RTXtV4ezwnCCVeKVd4Smr6gXaa0lSkm3aKE8nfRTh/s320/160.JPG" /></a> Awwww.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuCiwSRRRh0hHR2zeNQS17HZqeINKbxThoV4cBf5FnFz1w61a6D_ggjcwHOTmOb9TznxIUFgWuUMM2KOVZ4Nkfd2vnrJtHU6IwRuCB_hJ4Dtof7Odb7KiUUC_BrOU79MbUGM4a9T2OCyV/s1600/159.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614458538269890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcuCiwSRRRh0hHR2zeNQS17HZqeINKbxThoV4cBf5FnFz1w61a6D_ggjcwHOTmOb9TznxIUFgWuUMM2KOVZ4Nkfd2vnrJtHU6IwRuCB_hJ4Dtof7Odb7KiUUC_BrOU79MbUGM4a9T2OCyV/s320/159.JPG" /></a> This one is my favorite.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCq6nVOHyJ3zzUM6W3fqdGox7HgokTM9fuVeqapL916TW1MTohZyB7bJ4QSSkSKkVmTk0mTts7vxhT_GuLuFuuu9dwoxN5xXFuFtWS79_cqlP97EsUC65Gw5nFa6AXuucqHL5518yXKOjz/s1600/158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614299316853170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCq6nVOHyJ3zzUM6W3fqdGox7HgokTM9fuVeqapL916TW1MTohZyB7bJ4QSSkSKkVmTk0mTts7vxhT_GuLuFuuu9dwoxN5xXFuFtWS79_cqlP97EsUC65Gw5nFa6AXuucqHL5518yXKOjz/s320/158.JPG" /></a>Gimme... I want to hold him.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1oAyketD3f64QMt7W6ykyFaWN3HLSj2ChoovFozgWtwc0ciTyRCwwlIUWMjcMVE3M-xmjuEAtV9Bs-DyqSYd8YvwbGncmHbySQ0QgdIcgbR2JeHNpyB6I7h9DLb0eNQAiUdKWoNCz9TJ/s1600/170.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614173030064098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz1oAyketD3f64QMt7W6ykyFaWN3HLSj2ChoovFozgWtwc0ciTyRCwwlIUWMjcMVE3M-xmjuEAtV9Bs-DyqSYd8YvwbGncmHbySQ0QgdIcgbR2JeHNpyB6I7h9DLb0eNQAiUdKWoNCz9TJ/s320/170.JPG" /></a> Kota gets to hold Dax and smoosh his head.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc2_RHDVCZd9C__VrSSb3HIROWtWwHrvpxNliScEJ9CQPhdh9iq0t0pR0AtRg43fGkk79n7UMAr-s2jYfifdeb2R0MBhFAUhYGA0NtgDhm6QGu9vor9WJX7YizoJ0sqnTvpHJn2uQMNVc/s1600/169.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614026116547218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc2_RHDVCZd9C__VrSSb3HIROWtWwHrvpxNliScEJ9CQPhdh9iq0t0pR0AtRg43fGkk79n7UMAr-s2jYfifdeb2R0MBhFAUhYGA0NtgDhm6QGu9vor9WJX7YizoJ0sqnTvpHJn2uQMNVc/s320/169.JPG" /></a> Smoosh the head.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyaEBHHR42vYlovNk-aOf9rdnn1gfTNLGzZsueWrt0n7EUfebv_QsALKqoYgxg6gOj39Eu6eJX2HuplOE0xzsmOyIdsWtYdU1jGlwc0E4H1l8IkGYfoXHkSNatHGi7ePmdVj9lMx3HCpc/s1600/157.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580613882316771234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyaEBHHR42vYlovNk-aOf9rdnn1gfTNLGzZsueWrt0n7EUfebv_QsALKqoYgxg6gOj39Eu6eJX2HuplOE0xzsmOyIdsWtYdU1jGlwc0E4H1l8IkGYfoXHkSNatHGi7ePmdVj9lMx3HCpc/s320/157.JPG" /></a> I love my babies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-19928938395667383272011-03-05T08:56:00.012-06:002011-03-05T09:10:44.064-06:00Dakota's 2nd Birthday<div align="center">I'm almost 2 months late in posting the pictures from Dakota's 2nd birthday. However, I thought that I would include them anyway. It was a lot of fun and we had our new addition in attendance although he slept through the entire event. Dakota was largely unconcerned with opening his presents as he was at Christmas. However, he did seem to take to his Tigger.<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkzkhVaGc6SleHS9n6i5YfZEymMtQJkRYIj0jMMnDx5D9tVQ5DIiYK8HcyUIa5aA45PwDfBu5gU2W75EaG-JBvyHF2wXr8Q0vjPwvGxT2H3JGGrjpYKC9JVjbCwXH7Dza5Iy_f2RNxQCZ/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580612579564111346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkzkhVaGc6SleHS9n6i5YfZEymMtQJkRYIj0jMMnDx5D9tVQ5DIiYK8HcyUIa5aA45PwDfBu5gU2W75EaG-JBvyHF2wXr8Q0vjPwvGxT2H3JGGrjpYKC9JVjbCwXH7Dza5Iy_f2RNxQCZ/s320/038.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>Dakota and Tigger.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrghXYSNNKuoZL1Q6TsdBIwinJXsEXHM7wUFc74nYv3u1DlMP4rJgsLB8YEtVO3Y1q6xTRb4npOtGJimP0oD_zcYqvoAJgTMu4R6RhvwJF-vbAGi5lhA37DueAKH_9A1yDA-ePl4wkPSGW/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580612352990370210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrghXYSNNKuoZL1Q6TsdBIwinJXsEXHM7wUFc74nYv3u1DlMP4rJgsLB8YEtVO3Y1q6xTRb4npOtGJimP0oD_zcYqvoAJgTMu4R6RhvwJF-vbAGi5lhA37DueAKH_9A1yDA-ePl4wkPSGW/s320/036.JPG" /></a> Dakota pouting about something.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgY051ZFC-igjJNf1mijLNN54OJQoq7ayFM9tTZxWdQC_k9827XaCQ14PL78LSgNvB0DzRM9QFHAfyEA9zfIiCQp5P-jFXYNwNE4gmMbuFD1jac3_F1exi08Rpq3QP_kois2jskfiSzdz/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580612256543427330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlgY051ZFC-igjJNf1mijLNN54OJQoq7ayFM9tTZxWdQC_k9827XaCQ14PL78LSgNvB0DzRM9QFHAfyEA9zfIiCQp5P-jFXYNwNE4gmMbuFD1jac3_F1exi08Rpq3QP_kois2jskfiSzdz/s320/028.JPG" /></a> Dakota heading for the sippy cup... probably what he was pouting about.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMJFyryiWvjIDsXvFXkd8-Gqebt3R_LeSn6QWcYMNazjYbWwJIWOKW-3cGM3a_HExZbQ1jncBuE1tUijWozyQIGg3UnXXf0YaW5eXUM-mZAGFg9MAcNkw0xWjXbapoodKuRVW0tkP2t8X/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580612158264276834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMJFyryiWvjIDsXvFXkd8-Gqebt3R_LeSn6QWcYMNazjYbWwJIWOKW-3cGM3a_HExZbQ1jncBuE1tUijWozyQIGg3UnXXf0YaW5eXUM-mZAGFg9MAcNkw0xWjXbapoodKuRVW0tkP2t8X/s320/027.JPG" /></a>Dustin getting into the presents.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGPZfj5vYZ4OrioDMSLnV7rkTAsnmdvhCFRh3MYXWInr2WkHCmbA7IfpyGmilUPNgQFwSoMkAm_rMZRZ0Z6XDekkJ_TFeX1GKbv5FCpNPGtiEf5SQT-U7ccp_82WCUarYOlbgjMJjtusK/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580612049508542178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGPZfj5vYZ4OrioDMSLnV7rkTAsnmdvhCFRh3MYXWInr2WkHCmbA7IfpyGmilUPNgQFwSoMkAm_rMZRZ0Z6XDekkJ_TFeX1GKbv5FCpNPGtiEf5SQT-U7ccp_82WCUarYOlbgjMJjtusK/s320/024.JPG" /></a> Sup?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtaalEh8A3wvuw1DT3EN4wlDUfIGq_u5zUhd6yuMOka99S3BrAnkIMDJHtjwpdb-zbS163u7qz6TaRMhQYg-uKqNOczzVT4cd6yVOB6d94S52sWRzm7KyDmE8T_FJpZdZ9bOqK-MP9hau/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580611800186965922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtaalEh8A3wvuw1DT3EN4wlDUfIGq_u5zUhd6yuMOka99S3BrAnkIMDJHtjwpdb-zbS163u7qz6TaRMhQYg-uKqNOczzVT4cd6yVOB6d94S52sWRzm7KyDmE8T_FJpZdZ9bOqK-MP9hau/s320/002.JPG" /></a> Party Favors!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Tv11tUChJWm6bHgsltOH1RIYaSgHlTrlI6DxiFNSJjviAM0jsJP240anzYHCLoh4X1uMqdExkWQSTEgUSlAWIloExoqEtbwFKCEHr7p_Gw1CL-MAG2Kb6DWGSpk7MXQxBt9go7ACS2Vc/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580611439676492258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Tv11tUChJWm6bHgsltOH1RIYaSgHlTrlI6DxiFNSJjviAM0jsJP240anzYHCLoh4X1uMqdExkWQSTEgUSlAWIloExoqEtbwFKCEHr7p_Gw1CL-MAG2Kb6DWGSpk7MXQxBt9go7ACS2Vc/s320/017.JPG" /></a> Daddy helps to open presents as does Dustin.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gJgn8A3lzNgvo6aUTpJMDC5f5Y9tRsU3MpBOpHE7ywBQvr7fEqfmzacpwMs_K5g4owA5HkbY5w06wHyJNEQK3wslvAKfKwOmJSWzF-KfhqAxU3m8PcUaI6ZqU58zBOooruigOmcBq0u9/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580611209845512914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gJgn8A3lzNgvo6aUTpJMDC5f5Y9tRsU3MpBOpHE7ywBQvr7fEqfmzacpwMs_K5g4owA5HkbY5w06wHyJNEQK3wslvAKfKwOmJSWzF-KfhqAxU3m8PcUaI6ZqU58zBOooruigOmcBq0u9/s320/009.JPG" /></a>Kota supervises the opening of presents.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-39318670123537616922011-03-05T08:45:00.002-06:002011-03-05T08:56:19.482-06:00BittersweetI'm returning to work on Monday March 7, 2011. I have mixed emotions regarding my return. On the one hand I'm extremely excited to get back to working again. I really enjoy my job and learning about General Accounting. I even have a business trip scheduled a week from Tuesday where I'll be gone for 4 1/2 days. I'm looking forward to the opportunity to learn new things while I'm in Kalamazoo. I'm sick in that I missed doing Journal Entries while I've been on maternity leave. HOWEVER, both returning to work and going away for a few days is very bittersweet. I'm going to miss my baby so much. It's going to be hard to be away from him when he's basically been with me 24-7. It's also going to be hard to be away from my boys during my business trip. So, on the one hand I'm really looking forward to returning while on the other hand I'm sad to be away from my boys. I'm sure its perfectly natural and once I get back into the routine of working again that my emotions will level out.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-84435643832778317012011-02-04T12:58:00.002-06:002011-02-04T13:04:38.289-06:00Hooray for Wal.mart!Just when you think it couldn't get any colder... North Texas weather decides that we need some more snow. So, it snowed like six inches this morning on top of the already snowy atmosphere. Now I'm beginning to wonder if we will actually be able to fly out tomorrow at all. Of course just by looking at the roads I can already surmise that it's going to take 2-3 hours just to drive to the airport since I'm going to have to drive 25 miles/hour the whole way there. So, tomorrow should be fun along with how much fun this week has already been. :P I should finish cleaning the house today before I head out of town. However, my oldest son just asked to go night-night and take a nap. Who am I to argue with nap logic? Exactly. Now if Daxton will just pass out we'll all take a nap. Hopefully a long one. ;) I won't hold my breath. Yesterday I was griping about how claustrophobic I feel in this house. Luckily though I was almost out of formula and thus was forced to endure the horrible weather and venture to Wal.mart. Thank God they are always open because I was able to get Daxton what he needs and Mommy was able to get out of the house before I ended up drowning myself. :P So, sometimes we all just need to get out of the house even for ten minutes. Although because of the horrendous road conditions it actually took me closer to an hour. :) Stay safe everyone!!mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-43062245358813758972011-02-03T16:27:00.003-06:002011-02-03T16:39:21.187-06:00What Else??So, this week has been a war zone in terms of the weather. We have had the coldest snow storm North Texas has seen in decades. So, we've been home bound for days which is awesome. Being stuck in the house with small children who need to get out and exercise has been a blast. I'm sure we'll end up being cooped up on Friday as well. Luckily for the boys and I we fly out Saturday to go to Phoenix for 11 days. So, at least regardless of the weather there is an end in sight for us. <br />So, let's discuss the events of this week which has made it one of the most expensive as well as arduous weeks I have encountered recently. Let's see... I dropped my phone in water. Thus, I had to pay $89 to get my Droid replaced (that was the deductable for the insurance I already pay for monthly). Then our heater went out. On the coldest day in history... so that was awesome. So, we had to pay 1.5K to replace the entire heater. On Wednesday our power went out 3x. Which was super awesome. Oh yeah and on Tuesday night my dog ran away. She was gone for 36 hours. I was sure she was dead. Luckily I found her today and when my sister in law happened to spot her while she was outdoors smoking a cigarette. Our shower pipe is frozen as a result of the no heat so we can't take showers. Only time will tell if its completely busted. Of course we won't know that until it's thawed and has caused several thousand dollars worth of damage to my house. So, I'm looking forward to that. So, it's definitely been a long week. I should probably just go back to work so I can avoid all of these things going wrong since they only seem to have been happening since I've been on maternity leave. Go figure. :{ <br />Let's not talk about the fact that my house is very claustrophobic at this point because there are so many of us under one roof. Seriously, I think we're all about two feet from pummeling each other. Perhaps its only me... but I know that I'm getting stir crazy. 4 adults, 3 kids, a dog, and cat living under my roof are FAR too many during a snow storm when we have absolutely no outlet. Of course at least now we are all warm and safe. Smelly since we can't take showers... but safe. <br />Actually we are fixin' to brave the roads and head to my Dad's house so I can take a shower and bathe my children.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-15976793738280728772011-01-25T15:24:00.007-06:002011-01-25T15:43:49.917-06:00Daxton William Duke<div align="left">Well, Daxton William Duke was born on January 7th, 2011 at 1:18 p.m. weighing a whopping 8.9 lbs and measuring 20.5 inches long. He is so adorable. He is definitely the largest infant I've given birth to. Ironically, despite being the smallest Dakota was my second largest. Dustin was the smallest weighing two pounds less than his youngest brother. There are a lot of males in my life. :P I must say that I have not quite adjusted to being the mother of 3 boys. I feel like I'm having a lot of difficulty finding my rhythm. I wanted to use this time to spend it with Dakota as well as Daxton. I knew that I intended on taking Dustin to preschool because I feel like it's more important that he learn and prepare for kindergarten than to stay home with me. However, it has been exceedingly difficult because I've also been taking Dakota to daycare as well during the day. So, I'm basically paying for full time childcare for both of them and not spending extra time with either of them because my schedule is all jacked from being with Daxton throughout the night. I've been pumping and feeding Daxton formula to make sure that he is getting enough food. Normally he sleeps really well during the day of course and some nights he just wants to hang out. He woke me up at 4 a.m. the other night and after eating was pissed off because the lights were out. We came out to my living room and I turned on the tv. He spent an hour watching the lights. I'm like... you woke me up so we could watch tv? Seriously? Luckily for Dax he's already used to the loud noises and the loud toys that his brothers have because he doesn't really have too much difficulty sleeping when they are home. I'm hoping that I'm able to get on a schedule where I can have Dakota home during the day. But, Daxton is almost three weeks old and I haven't gotten there yet. I guess I should be patient. My nephew was born 4 days after Daxton on January 11, 2011 weighing around 6 lbs and measuring 20 inches. My sister is solely breast feeding Riley and it sounds like she's having a hell of a time with it. Her son is keeping her up at all hours and all this other crap. Having the combination of breast milk and formula is definitely the way to go for my kids. It keeps them fuller for a longer period of time and they reep the benefits of both worlds. I would lose my freaking mind if Dax was doing that to me. There's no way... and be up to get up with my other two... I doubt it. But, I'm very grateful that Dax is here even though I haven't completely adjusted. I'm sure we'll get there. It's not like a competition. I finally was able to get my house totally cleaned today. Mainly because I attempted it on Sunday when all the boys were home and that was counterproductive. Perhaps if I didn't have Dakota throwing everything everywhere then it would be a different story. :P</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKLUFVoliA9LaBPHnReryPzBFDAVTHhyphenhyphengkOAYwHmJ0YwnJmqyEI7CiRIoSx_aTLLyNTrhYq8oUz4nYcM9vjPMrjl0SW8K_SM2jAxrY6BSdnJ97s97R67fZeCIF54006hDEGkHp40dmUeY/s1600/164141_1741328969522_1127614634_31935001_6043764_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566238545831499202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKLUFVoliA9LaBPHnReryPzBFDAVTHhyphenhyphengkOAYwHmJ0YwnJmqyEI7CiRIoSx_aTLLyNTrhYq8oUz4nYcM9vjPMrjl0SW8K_SM2jAxrY6BSdnJ97s97R67fZeCIF54006hDEGkHp40dmUeY/s320/164141_1741328969522_1127614634_31935001_6043764_n.jpg" /></a> Got Milk?</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVeI-nPrsRBpNCcN1fB71nMZrC36qXanSVVaE5M-Zn9tzTiyKOgV_CBv0wcKvWlAZzKaq2L7FjsGBHl7S5Oaz1H5Ssz-H8LI3qAwYfHz6atJOMasnRQOmXp28lmezVpkiCq1dm37pPP-2/s1600/164001_1741328569512_1127614634_31934998_5418396_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566238433806079378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVeI-nPrsRBpNCcN1fB71nMZrC36qXanSVVaE5M-Zn9tzTiyKOgV_CBv0wcKvWlAZzKaq2L7FjsGBHl7S5Oaz1H5Ssz-H8LI3qAwYfHz6atJOMasnRQOmXp28lmezVpkiCq1dm37pPP-2/s320/164001_1741328569512_1127614634_31934998_5418396_n.jpg" /></a>Check out my Shark hairdo.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLSeK_IaPJCPbfxpffb-trmgawr6BZZvpQazLB4pQT0CatG57Oa-s3NSrmG0W0KAEe3G8CfXDpj_VkfS6lSRanJHfLMOjaoD4sxSXdKXOueZ-tBNtSVfXaQpSAxApFij7lp2-LKl61opo/s1600/163844_1722505098937_1127614634_31902549_6802245_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566238353177332578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitLSeK_IaPJCPbfxpffb-trmgawr6BZZvpQazLB4pQT0CatG57Oa-s3NSrmG0W0KAEe3G8CfXDpj_VkfS6lSRanJHfLMOjaoD4sxSXdKXOueZ-tBNtSVfXaQpSAxApFij7lp2-LKl61opo/s320/163844_1722505098937_1127614634_31902549_6802245_n.jpg" /></a>Night Night.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnsqBcq7dZ8nOqjwfcqSc_tONdfqNd2getdNXtZKGGtsXpJfPib0UAcpdrZp6-LuSPzJC6NLbVc1tJT-MPiPx8aypQ42WmpnBaBHZeGX9XPLJ8E222KKdW6nvT8YayuFhuAkiVbE3hINN/s1600/163644_1722505698952_1127614634_31902551_6078158_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566238288971936866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnsqBcq7dZ8nOqjwfcqSc_tONdfqNd2getdNXtZKGGtsXpJfPib0UAcpdrZp6-LuSPzJC6NLbVc1tJT-MPiPx8aypQ42WmpnBaBHZeGX9XPLJ8E222KKdW6nvT8YayuFhuAkiVbE3hINN/s320/163644_1722505698952_1127614634_31902551_6078158_n.jpg" /></a>Angel Face.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtzeuLF6DapWLK0_ERIzKIl-Ew7y0k3890-zVzfI7dlFOBSeUeWrlbQht3YBv9cMECAooLD32ulKTMIOPQzsX_B5Jg1k_eMRiRQndFm9x_gSTXp0QVH2Ajt-tVkIiwF0kwD816-_QxGwJ/s1600/166498_1722507498997_1127614634_31902558_2797574_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566238211397000482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrtzeuLF6DapWLK0_ERIzKIl-Ew7y0k3890-zVzfI7dlFOBSeUeWrlbQht3YBv9cMECAooLD32ulKTMIOPQzsX_B5Jg1k_eMRiRQndFm9x_gSTXp0QVH2Ajt-tVkIiwF0kwD816-_QxGwJ/s320/166498_1722507498997_1127614634_31902558_2797574_n.jpg" /></a>Love my Munchie.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-74844337848955871572010-12-17T23:08:00.003-06:002010-12-17T23:26:27.119-06:00Thank God for R&RI just realized that it's been a ridiculously long time since I've blogged. I've done a lot over the last two months and have not really documented any of it. I suppose most importantly I attended my sister's baby shower in early November. That was quite an event and my sister got so much crap for my new nephew that I'm reasonably sure that child has more shit than all three of mine combined. :P That's probably not true but close. :) It was awesome to see my sister pregnant and so happy. <br />I went back to Phoenix with my little boys two weeks later for Thanksgiving and spent that time with my family. That was also a very nice trip where I got to spend more time than I usually do with my family. I love them lots and so was grateful for the time we got together. <br />Now, we're about a week out from Christmas and a lot of construction will be going on tomorrow. My Aunt is driving down to paint the boys room so we can move both boys into the same room and make room for the new addition. Meanwhile my husband, his brother, and his friend will be putting up the swing set in the backyard. Then we'll have all those men move the new furniture into the bedroom. I'm excited to see the finished product. I'll have to try and take before and after pictures. <br />The only thing I really need done once the other room is completed is to have the crib put together. Then I think we'll be ready to have a baby. Thank God someone is coming to clean my house for me on Monday cause there's no way I could do that right now.<br />I swear I have been so sore and in a lot of pain during this pregnancy. I finally threw in my wussy card this week and asked to be put on medical leave. It sucks being a spectator in my own life. Meaning I'm watching all these great changes go on in my household... meanwhile I sit on the sidelines. It's been really hard limping around for the last month to try and hold my own. But, I think I did pretty well considering. The unfortunate thing is that the older I get the less tolerance I have for sucking it up. When I had two herniated discs I sucked it up so long I had two REALLY bad herniated discs and obviously needed surgery. My surgeon was impressed with the size of the herniated discs in my back. So, I've learned that if you keep pushing eventually you will seriously injure yourself. Therefore, it's probably more wisdom than anything to figure out when its time to take a sideline. Luckily, the game will be there as soon as I can pick it up again. Today was my first full day on FMLA and I have to say it was so amazing to not be completely sore and stiff at the end of the day. I am still in pain, but not nearly as much as I was sitting in one position for the majority of the day. I ended up going over to my Dad's house since he's on medical leave as well due to shoulder surgery. We hung out and watched cable and relaxed. I took my boys to daycare this morning knowing that I wanted to truly get the R&R. It was bizarrely quiet in my house due to the lack of children, thus the reason I went to my Dad's house to relax. So, tomorrow the house will be a zoo. But, I'll watch as everyone else busts their butt... ironically its usually the other way around. :)mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-65533194428827446922010-10-20T23:49:00.002-05:002010-10-20T23:59:27.962-05:00Finding JesusI'm going to keep this quick since it's late and I have a doctor's appointment, work, and then hanging out with the boys in my forecast tomorrow. So, I've been thinking about venturing back into Church for awhile now. And the C word is almost like a bad word in my memory bank basically due to my Catholic upbringing. I can't tell you how much I DO NOT want to raise my children in that religion and scare the crap out of them about God and such. HOWEVER, taking my kids to AA meetings on Sunday is not really going to cut it either since they do talk about things in those meetings that is a little too advanced for small children, etc. It's just not an appropriate place to bring up my children. Not that it's bad its just not situationally appropriate for my offspring. Perhaps if/when they have a problem with alcohol then obviously that's the path I'll encourage them to take. In the meantime, I've been contemplating going to a non-denominational church close to home so I can begin to teach my children about the God that saved my butt 7 years ago when I got sober. So, I googled some non-denominational churches where I live and came up with Full Gospel Family Worship Center <a href="http://fullgospeldenton.net/">http://fullgospeldenton.net/</a>. Lucky for me they had a service this evening at 7:00 p.m. and so I was able to go check it out while my hubby watched the boys. I learned that the religious education is free for children, so my oldest would be able to attend while I listen to services. But, the most important thing I saw tonight was a positive and loving message being conveyed about God. Not that everything is warm and fluffy but I want my kids to grow up knowing a loving God not the fire and brimstone one I learned about growing up. I figure if God loves his children half as much as I love mine then the fire and brimstone definition doesn't fit. God should be the definition of love in its purest form and I was happy that the message I heard tonight conveyed that message. That's what I was looking for. I've almost got Darrell dialed into coming to at least one service with me next week. But, the boys are going because I can make them do that. :P The people were extremely nice and I look forward to bringing my runts with me next week.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-15942850499886980682010-10-09T21:46:00.003-05:002010-10-22T23:44:14.177-05:00100 Random Things About Me1. My favorite number is 7.<br />2. My favorite color is blue.<br />3. I love On the Border and have been a die-hard fan for about 12 years.<br />4. My favorite drink is Dr. Pepper, but since I'm pregnant I prefer Coke (in moderation).<br />5. My favorite TV shows of all time include Law and Order, Law and Order SVU, Law and Order Criminal Intent, and my ultimate favorite is Grey's Anatomy.<br />6. I have dual citizenship in both Germany and the U.S. since I was born on a U.S. military base in Germany. No, I do not speak German... my parents are completely American.<br />7. One of my favorite toys to play with as a child was a calculator in the basement of my Grandparent's house, fitting that I now work in Accounting.<br />8. My God is a lot more tolerant and loving than the one I was taught about in the Catholic church.<br />9. My Mom bought me a horse when I was 12, his name was Reo and he was a Palomino.<br />10. My ULTIMATE favorite toys as a child were Barbie's and My Little Ponies.<br />11. I think Goonies is a timeless classic... I really need to buy that movie.<br />12. I own 3 computers and 3 TV's. Weird.<br />13. I think anyone who said that being pregnant is beautiful was on crack and has never been pregnant. It's a very gross experience. Your body does stuff that's definitely not cool under normal circumstances and is totally weird... but the end result is SOOOOOO WORTH IT!!!!<br />14. When I was pregnant with Dustin I craved Hot and Sour soup the entire time.<br />15. When I was pregnant with Dakota I craved pasta and listened to Hip Hop throughout.<br />16. During this pregnancy, the major cravings I've had have been milk and Coke.<br />17. When I was 16-17 I hated little kids.<br />18. When I was 16 and 17 1/2 my Mom had two more kids... this is probably why I hated little kids during this time. Hers cried ALL THE TIME.<br />19. Luckily I love my little brother and sister immensely. :)<br />20. I don't really eat breakfast foods and freak everyone out at work because I'm constantly eating soup at 8:00 a.m. Sometimes I'll eat pancakes or eggs for dinner or lunch though. I will feed my children Spaghetti O's at 7:00 a.m. because I see absolutely nothing wrong with that. If it's edible at noon, it should in theory be edible at 7:00 a.m.<br />21. My Dad has taught me what loving unconditionally is all about. I hope to teach my children the same lesson.<br />22. I lived in Hawaii between the ages of 8-12. I had a great tan for about 3.5 years.<br />23. I can't sleep without having a MINIMUM of four pillows. 5-6 are preferred. My hubby and I have ten on our bed.<br />24. My mother and I have a great relationship and I fly out to see her at least 4x a year... unless I'm pregnant then I have to allow some time for delivery and accommodate the no-traveling timeframe.<br />25. I'm not looking forward to travelling so frequently with three children... that will definitely be a challenge.<br />26. Loved the movies Avatar, Count of Monte Cristo, and Robin Hood Prince of Thieves (with Kevin Costner).<br />27. Worst movie I ever saw was The Age of Innocence. I don't even remember what it was about I just remember I hated it.<br />28. When I was in 8th grade, I read all the romance novels from Johanna Lindsey... now that I'm older I think her story lines are horrible predictable and kind of dumb... but I still have to read every one of her books.<br />29. My favorite reading genre is Paranormal Romance... and yes that definitely includes the Twilight saga.<br />30. Since I cancelled cable I rarely watch TV anymore.<br />31. Not surprisingly my favorite possessions are my KINDLE, laptop, and Droid.<br />32. I suck at crosswords... but I can handle word searches.<br />33. I suck at pool too... but before I quit drinking... I swear I played better after I drank.<br />34. It's been 2,590 days since I consumed my last drink (a little over 7 years).<br />35. My favorite gum flavor is Sour Apple.<br />36. Drinks 8-10 servings of water per day.<br />37. Loves that Dakota carries around his Pooh Bear constantly.<br />38. My favorite sound is my children laughing.<br />39. My favorite from Dakota are his hugs and his smiles.<br />40. My favorite from Dustin are the way he tries to share his blanket with me, his smiles, and when he's being sweet to Dakota.<br />41. Dakota gave Dustin his first loving the other day, complete with hugs and a mock kiss. It was absolutely adorable.<br />42. Dustin cracks me up almost daily, one of my favorites was when he shoved Dakota into the closet saying, "bye bye Kota, bye bye." (Kota got in is way).<br />43. My favorite smells are coffee brewing and the smell outside after it rains.<br />44. I prefer lakes to the ocean.<br />45. Since I was an army brat, I hate moving.<br />46. I also hate buttons.<br />47. My husband and I met officially for the first time at Saltgrass Steakhouse.<br />48. I prefer spending time with my family versus a ton of friends.<br />49. I'm definitely a homebody.<br />50. I miss catching fireflies like I did when I was a kid in Virginia.<br />51. I still haven't decided what I want to be when I grow up... I figure as long as I figure it out before my kids grow up I'm good.<br />52. Despite having a Masters degree and contemplating going back to school to finish my last ten classes so I can sit for my CPA, I dislike school and think it's extremely boring.<br />53. My kids constantly make me want to be a better person.<br />54. I try to accept people as they are... but sometimes that's a lot easier said than done.<br />55. I'm not a morning person even though I have small children.<br />56. Wishes we could vote certain species ON TO the endangered animal list. I would definitely vote roaches onto that list. I'd be perfectly okay if they disappeared.<br />57. My favorite holiday is Christmas. I think this is definitely a magical time.<br />58. My favorite seasons are Fall and Winter. I LOVE cuddling up in warm blankets when it's cold outside.<br />59. Thinks that no matter how old we get, or what situations we find ourselves in, we will always find that they have similarities to High School and the immaturity we found there.<br />60. Thinks getting your nails done is a necessity.<br />61. I voted for the first time in the last Presidential election. I did not vote for our current president.<br />62. I don't like watching the news because I find it extremely depressing.<br />63. Milky Way is my favorite candy bar, but sour Skittles or Sour Patch Kids are my favorite regular candy.<br />64. I eat soup at least 5x a week.<br />65. Mint chocolate chip ice cream is my ultimate favorite flavor.<br />66. Love the Longhorns (UT) because I think they have a cute logo not because of some undying love for the school.<br />67. I love to color and yes I color often. I am very territorial over my markers and my coloring posters. My children are not allowed near them. This is a great hobby when watching TV.<br />68. I almost always find the need to multitask. Hence, coloring and watching TV, singing and driving, cooking dinner and cleaning up.<br />69. Loves and hates it when my husband cleans. Love that he was sweet enough to make the effort... hates it because it doesn't really look clean... as in missing half the floor when mopping, etc. So, I feel the need to redo it. Sad but true.<br />70. The last two times I've gotten pregnant was just after I started working out and had lost weight. With Dakota, I was trying to get pregnant. This one was a surprise.<br />71. Thinks there are a lot of stupid people in the world. What I hate the most is when I realize I'm the one being stupid. So sad on those days.<br />72. Thinks sarcasm is a way of life and truly committed individuals use it daily.<br />73. I used to watch Star Trek all the time in middle school.<br />74. I swam on my HS swim team. That was a ton of fun.<br />75. My first job was as a lifeguard and later I taught swim lessons which was a lot of fun as well.<br />76. I got robbed as a teller at gunpoint. The guy ran in and jumped my counter. He got caught like an hour later. I didn't much like being a teller after that.<br />77. I made my own bouquets for my wedding out of silk flowers. I still have my flowers from then.<br />78. I had back surgery on my husband's birthday 3 years ago. I was glad to have that out of the way.<br />79. Cannot stand Indian food. I have tried on several occasions to like it, but to no avail.<br />80. I had a cat for 17.5 years from the time I was 8 until I was 26. Her name was McKenzie. I had to put her to sleep 5 weeks before I had my first child.<br />81. Loved playing outdoors when I was kid in Virginia. Unfortunately poison ivy also loved me. I had it at least 5 times.<br />82. My favorite day is Saturday because you still have one more weekend day before its time to return to work... although Friday's are a close second.<br />83. I've been married for five years as of yesterday October 8.<br />84. I love to stay up late because that's when the house is the most quiet. Although I don't make it very late.<br />85. My older sister and I practically got into a physical fight over a pair of jean shorts.<br />86. My sister is naming her son Riley Vaughn Deneau. She's due two weeks after me. Thus, all of the grandchildren will be male.<br />87. My favorite vehicle I ever owned was my Ford Ranger. I still miss it. Although it wouldn't be very functional at this time in my life.<br />88. Wouldn't mind driving a van to accommodate my offspring.<br />89. Favorite metals include white gold and sterling silver.<br />90. Favorite jewelry would have diamonds in it.<br />91. My favorite days of the year include 5/8 (Dustin) and 1/21 (Dakota). I'll soon have a third but am unsure what day that will be.<br />92. Thinks that its silly to make a big deal out of my own birthday when it's more fun to make a big deal out of my children's bdays.<br />93. Would love to be a stay at home Mom, but would probably last about two months before the staying home part would drive me up the wall.<br />94. Would suck at being a teacher or trainer because I just don't have that kind of patience except when it comes to other kids other than my own.<br />95. I hang out with my Dad every weekend and its one of my favorite past times.<br />96. I believe we should instill nap time during work.<br />97. Has historically gotten along better with males because they aren't as dramatic as females... so it's probably a good thing I have all boys.<br />98. Wants to be everything for everyone and feels like she's never going to get there.<br />99. Gets into trouble for never wanting to cuddle.<br />100. My son drinks out of the milk carton because he's caught me doing it. :Pmckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-200931267348916162010-10-03T09:02:00.003-05:002010-10-03T09:32:54.515-05:00The Rudeness of OthersI have to say that I am surprised and amazed at the rudeness of others... especially to a complete stranger. What an apalling lack of manners. Last night I went grocery shopping and had promised my boys that I would take them to the park following my trip to the store. So, we left at 7ish and went to the park. At 7:49 we left the park when I thought perhaps we could go get some ice cream because it was a Saturday night and the boys and I never go out on a Saturday. Thus, observing the 8:00 p.m. bedtime not being an absolute requirement. So, I drove up to the square which has an ice cream parlor and several other shops. Being that Denton is also a college town this is a popular spot for college students this time of year. Well, I saw a pizza shop and asked Dustin if he would like pizza... to which he replied in the affirmative. So, instead of running directly to the ice cream shop we diverted to a pizza parlor. When we stepped inside it was layed out much like a coffee shop. With a small bar (where they served alcohol) and several tables in the middle for customers. I saw a downstairs section where live music was being played... obviously the more "bar" section of the facility. Most of the customers were indeed college kids or what I would presume were college kids. Anyway, I stood in line and ordered the pizza. Then we sat down and waited for our food. Dustin sat down and I placed Dakota in the high chair. I went and retrieved drinks from the soda fountain and returned to my offspring. So our food arrive about 15 minutes later. We began eating when this male was walking out the door turned to me looked at my children and stated, "Seriously? What time is it?" To which I replied that it was 8:15. He told me that I was wrong and I told him that no it was around 8:15. He pulled out his phone and proved to me that it was 8:22 p.m. To this I replied, "wow I was off by 7 minutes." I also asked him if he had created this children with me. Obviously if he had not then it was none of his damn business what I was doing with my children. For the next two minutes or so he proceeded to ask my why I was exposing my children to such an environment. I said, "we're eating pizza and then we are going home." He told me that, "he understood." I still have NO IDEA what the hell he meant by that. He also stated that he taught school at the juvenile detention center in denton. He stated he had two children to which I replied, "why wasn't he home with them." A banter of, "why are you still talking to me... and don't touch me." Yes, he had the audacity to touch my shoulder even after I asked him not to. So while he was spewing his garbage I was definitely replying in kind to his ridiculous comments. AND I didn't even cuss. It retrospect I'm so proud. I also told him that he was ignorant and needed to leave. To which he replied that I was ignorant and that he would see my children in his school. Then he left. <br /><br />Now... because I am a mother and I was personally insulted on every level by this male I will state that FIRST I had never been to this pizza establishment. Thus, I was completely unaware of the fact that they had a bar downstairs. Secondly, they served pizza... its called J&J's Pizza. So, forgive me for not having ESP when I arrived to know that they had a bar in the basement. THIRDLY, it was BEFORE 8:30 on a Saturday night. It's not like I had my children in a bar at 11:30 p.m. and I was proceeding to get blitzed. This was so far from what he was actually implying it was ridiculous. Because he was all up in my mug I could tell he'd been drinking and can only think that that is the cause for his ridiculous behavior. I had not realized that there was a curfew of 7 or 8 p.m. for children under the age of 5 when they are with a parent. I also had not realized that an establishment that had "pizza" in the name was a place of ill-repute for young children. Finally, I never take my children out on a Saturday night and thought that since we'd had so much fun at the park that we could continue for a little while longer. Obviously this thought process makes me completely retarded as a parent. I suppose there's a reason I don't venture too far from my comfort zone. I must say that being at home is much more comfortable to me. However, my children also get bored being home all weekend and obviously enjoy some stimulation. The Rudeness of Others does amaze me.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-13188295247350021362010-09-04T10:03:00.005-05:002010-09-04T10:20:21.265-05:00It's a boy x2!Okay, well I'm a little over a week behind in getting this posted. And over two weeks behind in one case. I'm happy to report that my sister is having a boy which she found out of August 16, 2010. My sister and brother in law have not determined a name yet and I will post that immediately once it has been relayed to me. Of course I do not have the gender determination sono pix from her yet but I will also post those once I have those.<br /><br /><br />From the heading I'm sure you have gathered that we are having another boy as well. It would appear that my husband and I are quite adept at producing male children. In keeping with our current theme with our male children we have determined that he will be name Dalton William.<br /><br />Darrell Wayne (husband)<br />Dylan Wayne (step-son)<br />Dustin Wayde (son)<br />Dakota Weber (son)<br />Dalton William (incubating)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2Ebe4dqAkgYfG0CI-p5YPe9J8pDbRle5xumzIe4ByHbW-by594d0wszMofQJ7Ja44gmsk9jJYjrlxCB1QQT3syxn8fYshFIpbA0u8pQJrHaCbXvgT73Wx1iZUnFTKopre_vpmxIJEhs_/s1600/44588_1526076268339_1127614634_31504000_8181523_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513076452588808594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2Ebe4dqAkgYfG0CI-p5YPe9J8pDbRle5xumzIe4ByHbW-by594d0wszMofQJ7Ja44gmsk9jJYjrlxCB1QQT3syxn8fYshFIpbA0u8pQJrHaCbXvgT73Wx1iZUnFTKopre_vpmxIJEhs_/s320/44588_1526076268339_1127614634_31504000_8181523_n.jpg" /></a> Profile Shot</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUY6sacOuhSagqai21UuBMa1Lij_ZhcSyF1nI0pU_T7VjBiOA-qTp1z8elM5TvPc884vsMv0DL3fwKjehli0ce1qQCmsfVR498e7GYAvsMTmv2-4Y9IbhPSC09WqAc2V7ndmDNGPomWPKj/s1600/44833_1526076468344_1127614634_31504002_6136419_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513076365647788114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUY6sacOuhSagqai21UuBMa1Lij_ZhcSyF1nI0pU_T7VjBiOA-qTp1z8elM5TvPc884vsMv0DL3fwKjehli0ce1qQCmsfVR498e7GYAvsMTmv2-4Y9IbhPSC09WqAc2V7ndmDNGPomWPKj/s320/44833_1526076468344_1127614634_31504002_6136419_n.jpg" /></a> No Clue what this is.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpUClsHmrgRyRfXivFwi_qi0x4F5WoI4P4yr_kuDVCswDcYn4Zue1iUG0alUHcr5yF6EI5iwWSmFT4pqhnauKcrzlIWeBUv1LLvvSFGU_r-LZu1ypJAO_yrv84H2Hq6i6oqItDWPeYXg0/s1600/44833_1526076428343_1127614634_31504001_2455202_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513076296864548386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpUClsHmrgRyRfXivFwi_qi0x4F5WoI4P4yr_kuDVCswDcYn4Zue1iUG0alUHcr5yF6EI5iwWSmFT4pqhnauKcrzlIWeBUv1LLvvSFGU_r-LZu1ypJAO_yrv84H2Hq6i6oqItDWPeYXg0/s320/44833_1526076428343_1127614634_31504001_2455202_n.jpg" /></a>Another profile shot and the foot.<br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-4098280796324483222010-08-12T20:22:00.002-05:002010-08-12T20:28:37.113-05:00ChowI regret to say that my Chow Chow has been saying 'Chow' to us a lot lately. She's been running away constantly by either jumping our chainlink fence or by running away when she's let out to go potty. Everytime she came home I would find her in the backyard. So, I figured she just wanted to go out in the backyard. So, I reopened up the doggie door (she got cut off because she can jump the fence). Of course she began jumping the fence and running all over the neighborhood. So, I figured I had to buy her a chain if she really wanted to be outside during the day. Why the hell she would want to be outside during this heat is beyond me... but whatever. I've been doing my best to accomodate her. Of course now she acts like she's going to the slaughter every time we take her outside. I'm completely at a loss because tonight I told my husband to let her off the chain to come inside when I got home from work... what'd she do? Ran away... played in traffic... and the neighbors came by to tell me she was playing in traffic. Now, I'm a horrible pet parent because normally I refuse to go find her when I know she'll come home anyway when I have both my children. I'm sorry running around the neighborhood after a dog with two kids in tow and one on the way is not my idea of fun. So, I tossed the kids in the car and went after her. Finally I found her... but seriously... I have no idea what to do to have her feel she's got some freedom and fresh air and keep her safe at the same time.mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-36875776301476649962010-07-26T22:21:00.007-05:002010-07-26T22:29:05.733-05:00We're Both Having Sea Horses!Well, its official... my sister and I are both having sea horses from the look of the sono pix. My sister just emailed me her new sono pix, so I thought that I would post them here. She's currently 14 weeks and may even have her gender identification appointment before me. That would be so fun for her. I think her sono pix are much better than mine... maybe I should go to her OB... although that's two states away. Pretty sure I wouldn't make that if I went into labor. Oh well! These are pix of my adorable niece or nephew. So weird that I have a niece/nephew... so cool cause I've never had one before. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mhYxCDWVIJ3pZO1xRNzibRuCT1rASEIpQP6X99xGz9cJYtOAlOYWMEkZkvcqFGg15CDujpMkAQ09rqvSUleBfIb-D8pEwJKwNfz8uswNJQfeBh36ajj9UmTYoS2Tnk9AIrhTFPOUFUU4/s1600/KindraBB5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498421783373619922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mhYxCDWVIJ3pZO1xRNzibRuCT1rASEIpQP6X99xGz9cJYtOAlOYWMEkZkvcqFGg15CDujpMkAQ09rqvSUleBfIb-D8pEwJKwNfz8uswNJQfeBh36ajj9UmTYoS2Tnk9AIrhTFPOUFUU4/s320/KindraBB5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">This one looks much more like a baby than the blob photos I posted first. Too cute. It looks remarkably like mine.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBgGeHunluO1sDbKjvhsJKlZrPuvbqhwvRgthzXQrCl5TmpcIm7XDd4l3F1C_UB-FqNOyNOUQ410DIYXGUM9nbxvPy2kQmTXgghE33pYZwN1heQ_RsdWS4w50Eb687gITUfK4OdJK9R0m/s1600/KindraBB4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498421627567160098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBgGeHunluO1sDbKjvhsJKlZrPuvbqhwvRgthzXQrCl5TmpcIm7XDd4l3F1C_UB-FqNOyNOUQ410DIYXGUM9nbxvPy2kQmTXgghE33pYZwN1heQ_RsdWS4w50Eb687gITUfK4OdJK9R0m/s320/KindraBB4.jpg" border="0" /></a> I couldn't see what this picture was at first... amazing 3D pic of the back of the baby... so adorable.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ESpnHhzLhiKjE4KCwKmbE5a8TNA-bK5l-sGNPy2C8rSWobVbKfJnEsx6s4Vv4qL7GO2XduXGqiyyxqb7rOZo2YqfvHTqieagLiaOyRqB9dGMHc4HBLP262oCZKsB_vBeWzdF06ocrZ9S/s1600/KindraBB3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498421549609479730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ESpnHhzLhiKjE4KCwKmbE5a8TNA-bK5l-sGNPy2C8rSWobVbKfJnEsx6s4Vv4qL7GO2XduXGqiyyxqb7rOZo2YqfvHTqieagLiaOyRqB9dGMHc4HBLP262oCZKsB_vBeWzdF06ocrZ9S/s320/KindraBB3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Not sure why there's a picture of cord insertion... but I'm guessing that's a good thing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSlUSmQhlFQqR605mYJ75Mkn2x1iNF0TqFRPvN7mshsHg4fy_XcmjAhu8HKneubOIczGX8PR5l-laAM3YklgtF7qf5oMZIobVe9uXoSaBWeRWLswnbXmCPWHRvCaHrz-wwVCL6O5XS6Ss/s1600/KindraBB2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498421460496103298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoSlUSmQhlFQqR605mYJ75Mkn2x1iNF0TqFRPvN7mshsHg4fy_XcmjAhu8HKneubOIczGX8PR5l-laAM3YklgtF7qf5oMZIobVe9uXoSaBWeRWLswnbXmCPWHRvCaHrz-wwVCL6O5XS6Ss/s320/KindraBB2.jpg" border="0" /></a>This one looks very alien like... also very much like mine... they must be cousins.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgLYYZ0w7oTLRjYRc6AT8I9vl0Y2KfJFufOt4234s4sKuLvldrGaNQudHNQpOqyCvkxmgsQOKi5cSdOIRp98EJtq5vPPVQQmwQz4KnM0tDVYaRCj_3B-DJ6HCfSNlDAvCasui8bJ3yDJ1/s1600/KindraBB1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498421372845549330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgLYYZ0w7oTLRjYRc6AT8I9vl0Y2KfJFufOt4234s4sKuLvldrGaNQudHNQpOqyCvkxmgsQOKi5cSdOIRp98EJtq5vPPVQQmwQz4KnM0tDVYaRCj_3B-DJ6HCfSNlDAvCasui8bJ3yDJ1/s320/KindraBB1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! All cozied up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-78646557217264935032010-07-18T00:36:00.015-05:002010-07-18T00:54:10.753-05:00Grandpa's House and Hose AdventuresThis morning started off a little rough... we were supposed to have swim lessons for both Dustin and Dakota (these started last Saturday when we were out of town). When we showed up Dustin and Dakota were both not on the lists for their classes. And then I find out that regardless of that fact Dustin's class was not being offered because not enough kids signed up for that time slot. I was livid. I asked the chick what the hell I was supposed to do with him while I took Dakota swimming. So, we ended up just leaving because the whole thing was blown if I couldn't get them both in the water. I do not envy the person I will be speaking with on Monday morning. Due to the fact that I had been telling Dustin that we would be going swimming all morning he was incredibly upset to be told that we were going home. I was still incredibly aggravated. The dog ran away temporarily and when she got home she was covered in mud. Beautiful!! She tracked mud throughout my house. She was also on my shitlist. So, as I lay down to take a nap I started speculating.... why not kill two birds with one stone? I decided that I could give the dog a bath in my Dad's yard (since that's where we always head after our Saturday nap) and let Dustin frolick in the water whilst doing so. He had an amazing time. Dakota did not like the hose and screamed bloody murder when we sprayed him. So, we filled up a bottle of water and he had a blast playing with that. Below are some pix from this afternoon.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyKaw57Ka6q1vkO5hSq-jMTHeX11hROKHbQqeGzFS3Z0ZDcrfDQvSO15hm_CXg7-s83LAHOHjvTCFnrug6KD11A3FKHbHabdVrUvWwisFZIOqIl_GJx3zQZy-6XS3FqRLfIdQXGfJyJcH9/s1600/34752_1480853297793_1127614634_31386045_3768601_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118773587772834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyKaw57Ka6q1vkO5hSq-jMTHeX11hROKHbQqeGzFS3Z0ZDcrfDQvSO15hm_CXg7-s83LAHOHjvTCFnrug6KD11A3FKHbHabdVrUvWwisFZIOqIl_GJx3zQZy-6XS3FqRLfIdQXGfJyJcH9/s320/34752_1480853297793_1127614634_31386045_3768601_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dakota picking up his bottle.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VdGOI-oYeujYb5y5l5Uao_pr3rsIHKrIHctAUocwBoZGC6V-2qJzbnZbe5pRxSqli1_jB6UIAIfNIJW_Y9R60AxzrwAHd3xfobYcQcGTcur_t5ud3aTmJuQh0j3049SFaaPiK6O9UPpo/s1600/34752_1480853337794_1127614634_31386046_3280758_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118690715011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3VdGOI-oYeujYb5y5l5Uao_pr3rsIHKrIHctAUocwBoZGC6V-2qJzbnZbe5pRxSqli1_jB6UIAIfNIJW_Y9R60AxzrwAHd3xfobYcQcGTcur_t5ud3aTmJuQh0j3049SFaaPiK6O9UPpo/s320/34752_1480853337794_1127614634_31386046_3280758_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> MMMMM, water.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDwzJdJl_buAhuUXDX4j7TSA7bkonP3drD0oSDfRcIH84qItqmS0UUIbpKROAkAiI02PiSUvtrP6U-zwCTzhV1zfn9SdYfnfv3uImQtXM382Tmnjq4issnmp7xUXn_QppDTsGows8FPLF/s1600/34752_1480853417796_1127614634_31386048_2754957_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118614983248210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDwzJdJl_buAhuUXDX4j7TSA7bkonP3drD0oSDfRcIH84qItqmS0UUIbpKROAkAiI02PiSUvtrP6U-zwCTzhV1zfn9SdYfnfv3uImQtXM382Tmnjq4issnmp7xUXn_QppDTsGows8FPLF/s320/34752_1480853417796_1127614634_31386048_2754957_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> Water was rejected.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcVOpCk_aqLKi1GyhaYEpo6Z_cn87Db8_wEbJPwH7J9sdkeC_2THDxkES7IURec6DAb2zfnZ_jxiMGHyOJMFCBRxFKfU6h0rbOLkcyMuggV98H_9pmJKQ6WnxPf6ZrwTH2F4nOD-V2cbD/s1600/35143_1480853737804_1127614634_31386049_5490945_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118526286725970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNcVOpCk_aqLKi1GyhaYEpo6Z_cn87Db8_wEbJPwH7J9sdkeC_2THDxkES7IURec6DAb2zfnZ_jxiMGHyOJMFCBRxFKfU6h0rbOLkcyMuggV98H_9pmJKQ6WnxPf6ZrwTH2F4nOD-V2cbD/s320/35143_1480853737804_1127614634_31386049_5490945_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>Dustin was nice enough to give my car a shower.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU56cxxgtF_G8qjeq6TLBsh8Rh5TgiqYeKSZcNXZynNKXExWn-bgMNhQeodboLB7BqTAWxTZUhzmV0n31oiXoDp6TyNFd3MOo_Tuyt6XVWn7JyLezHHfepQCLz-NwHi5mxQr5ZpEJtvjbq/s1600/35143_1480853777805_1127614634_31386050_4452483_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118446654081586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU56cxxgtF_G8qjeq6TLBsh8Rh5TgiqYeKSZcNXZynNKXExWn-bgMNhQeodboLB7BqTAWxTZUhzmV0n31oiXoDp6TyNFd3MOo_Tuyt6XVWn7JyLezHHfepQCLz-NwHi5mxQr5ZpEJtvjbq/s320/35143_1480853777805_1127614634_31386050_4452483_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>He did such a good job.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsDj9aJwqKzd-AKz33R65fu7kepBOQpMyMEQ3Y063vkU3RfiOtkScPhop-iI5N-6LH-BZBl0jHadjZc-0nHHf1nW-huXdFf2_ElRjwAlyMi4BKnGDjrG0JZzTdhcO5TOoNXlVLHC7masnk/s1600/35246_1480854217816_1127614634_31386053_5857773_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118337769435906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsDj9aJwqKzd-AKz33R65fu7kepBOQpMyMEQ3Y063vkU3RfiOtkScPhop-iI5N-6LH-BZBl0jHadjZc-0nHHf1nW-huXdFf2_ElRjwAlyMi4BKnGDjrG0JZzTdhcO5TOoNXlVLHC7masnk/s320/35246_1480854217816_1127614634_31386053_5857773_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>What's with the tongue hanging out??<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hlf0FFbopYFiHmDKqhfxzfE767Ja7gGO8SfE4sfUjdcLGAnKeAcatkcglmxRJ6tMferePXbDhLOU5n4QE0clRAVp79WsciFlXaWsZMpGplPhvV3oenOVtK0R2ZoZa0lmF4tdWqfSNW8v/s1600/35246_1480854297818_1127614634_31386055_5104173_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118217323842946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hlf0FFbopYFiHmDKqhfxzfE767Ja7gGO8SfE4sfUjdcLGAnKeAcatkcglmxRJ6tMferePXbDhLOU5n4QE0clRAVp79WsciFlXaWsZMpGplPhvV3oenOVtK0R2ZoZa0lmF4tdWqfSNW8v/s320/35246_1480854297818_1127614634_31386055_5104173_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>A future fireman?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfduBzUZYaanXaKmg1uNMxHR-rEO5_iM0S5yCP26Q-Q9RHRbneyfP1pmaONJonQKIdPljZWIvxkTbgsmOPUDrAOgZdCzKYrDhUves9AZKAsRf5_8ZQbyItPcGMECKW1LuByVVR-XOdfR6a/s1600/35246_1480854337819_1127614634_31386056_1601959_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118121353706562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfduBzUZYaanXaKmg1uNMxHR-rEO5_iM0S5yCP26Q-Q9RHRbneyfP1pmaONJonQKIdPljZWIvxkTbgsmOPUDrAOgZdCzKYrDhUves9AZKAsRf5_8ZQbyItPcGMECKW1LuByVVR-XOdfR6a/s320/35246_1480854337819_1127614634_31386056_1601959_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>He got so into watering the car.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_XVCkBBeZhVrlMInFmaYe4fv9ikEK1CoK0cBMGGn98r-ah2WGFp7pX8w-qffu16BbDxB6wQb8Da_kf2QgN_zEWhD_xSYEeOwI6eW55-E-kGdRA28-FeYW6fuDcAZD73KJb6rcPK16zhs/s1600/35246_1480854377820_1127614634_31386057_315074_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495117984136800706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_XVCkBBeZhVrlMInFmaYe4fv9ikEK1CoK0cBMGGn98r-ah2WGFp7pX8w-qffu16BbDxB6wQb8Da_kf2QgN_zEWhD_xSYEeOwI6eW55-E-kGdRA28-FeYW6fuDcAZD73KJb6rcPK16zhs/s320/35246_1480854377820_1127614634_31386057_315074_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>The infamous Bobot underwear.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1vkW1mxMSgSqxA1kBWaGxVMEZ9OXf8UP6_K4y28ttV-4hIqMtpj3chr0ROpEOO0wVIQ-lmWG1M6pX5wnaovewp7TxpVXLulCFL-5Ho1Aj0E4q-wxY2oSlK4eTghrcoU-9cuxBqUX50cl/s1600/35246_1480854417821_1127614634_31386058_468168_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495117900140641906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1vkW1mxMSgSqxA1kBWaGxVMEZ9OXf8UP6_K4y28ttV-4hIqMtpj3chr0ROpEOO0wVIQ-lmWG1M6pX5wnaovewp7TxpVXLulCFL-5Ho1Aj0E4q-wxY2oSlK4eTghrcoU-9cuxBqUX50cl/s320/35246_1480854417821_1127614634_31386058_468168_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>My pride and joy.<br /></div><div align="left">And then of course once I got the boys inside and bathed we had a wonderful dinner because my Dad is an awesome cook. And Dustin made something else besides a cake with his legos. He made a gun... wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. :) LOL! Dakota also took his first few steps. It was an absolutely wonderful Saturday after all.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA9ac2WWTl647qJZbxeDIx4Xp6HcjjgkBwFI1-zkT4Z5yBs0WFmb0KmUublnzix3Mxhq4IfkzuukC6SQthyphenhyphen63s3Okb6OEjExesFye2apg36IFHBjUmTnRPt2tZ12bHw-dd3M_2oWdWcFX/s1600/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118978307574866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA9ac2WWTl647qJZbxeDIx4Xp6HcjjgkBwFI1-zkT4Z5yBs0WFmb0KmUublnzix3Mxhq4IfkzuukC6SQthyphenhyphen63s3Okb6OEjExesFye2apg36IFHBjUmTnRPt2tZ12bHw-dd3M_2oWdWcFX/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgj8wNUanDCmBm6UP-vFfBvh0PEg2wsSuZnKdnhAOnGc9dLAXULV8Ym4tcoRJWe9ldeJP1ix2lITq27mbvqM2L9Zm6gDr1fjiJRDiRYWxptI9nbG6aVsF-stT0ncIj7-fzwKdNA2AJ694/s1600/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495118873726741314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgj8wNUanDCmBm6UP-vFfBvh0PEg2wsSuZnKdnhAOnGc9dLAXULV8Ym4tcoRJWe9ldeJP1ix2lITq27mbvqM2L9Zm6gDr1fjiJRDiRYWxptI9nbG6aVsF-stT0ncIj7-fzwKdNA2AJ694/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460978434265264960.post-79660035934549811952010-07-18T00:17:00.007-05:002010-07-18T00:35:39.533-05:00July Phoenix TripLast Friday night we left to go to Phoenix and visit my Mom, Step-Dad, and siblings. While we were in Phoenix visiting my Mom decided to spoil the kids with some toys they could keep at her house. Dakota now has another walk-n-ride in Phoenix and spent most of the weekend playing with it. Dustin got a big wheel which is significantly cooler than the trike he has at home because this one plays music. Of course Grandma decided he needed sun glasses to accompany his cool new wheels. He had a lot of fun driving around Grandma's spacious downstairs on his new toy. It was a good thing they had these toys because it was way too hot to play outside being that it was like 115 degrees in Phoenix while we were there. We had a lot of fun hanging out with the family. It's always really sad to leave because we have so much fun. I'm looking forward to making another trip in November. My Mom humored me and went with me to buy Hot and Sour soup from my favorite Chinese place while were there. I also went to one of my brother's basketball games and watched him. It was a great time.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF057bimFQY7FOFS4C-yAhn7DpMIlr6pkXfw9Y3AelMsMvjoI_G5mfIPxnqThEcKkLjHbgYtWi61tXO97-0KKtuk6Krru5_CUf-6BD5YM8Kj6Fk5TJbRMTXHPGNuD8hJvGCUms2gjQqtL8/s1600/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495113524548791490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF057bimFQY7FOFS4C-yAhn7DpMIlr6pkXfw9Y3AelMsMvjoI_G5mfIPxnqThEcKkLjHbgYtWi61tXO97-0KKtuk6Krru5_CUf-6BD5YM8Kj6Fk5TJbRMTXHPGNuD8hJvGCUms2gjQqtL8/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUtD5jIdTWpJo0gBjrEUjdJ9DJYuInewbj1oPLgtn2fhyx7-94PAQy-tzN-v4W_kk-Cj4l7bCvjXaIv0ie1cMwR2eSSIR5l8XDHcq_XwYb702PukBt1HLk_NinyGXtzDAr7asGesFG4I1/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495113376140444178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUtD5jIdTWpJo0gBjrEUjdJ9DJYuInewbj1oPLgtn2fhyx7-94PAQy-tzN-v4W_kk-Cj4l7bCvjXaIv0ie1cMwR2eSSIR5l8XDHcq_XwYb702PukBt1HLk_NinyGXtzDAr7asGesFG4I1/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZgUYI7izRMd0ZgwqWLZV5Znra_vBzMdSP0kjZP2FOqXz3xwmZfEvMKX8yYIm4QtyWqYJfR6JJY-syN_FALibdzcQCn0qtx4B8vlwv_q64l0X-uycinqfugDp8FaX1Y8rJblapDBscRjt/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495113102494790722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZgUYI7izRMd0ZgwqWLZV5Znra_vBzMdSP0kjZP2FOqXz3xwmZfEvMKX8yYIm4QtyWqYJfR6JJY-syN_FALibdzcQCn0qtx4B8vlwv_q64l0X-uycinqfugDp8FaX1Y8rJblapDBscRjt/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdswtI5H6qiTfBT1MbS5u2C-jpUPfJR5QcsjV7ssHbNrUK_GD1gDHgX-xGC5RJXTGFXyU6ENSauPq4AZ8Fxjzuo65oz8eKkiK7kEEueEBZe4S4Y4bbLsIruvERnfQsxf7tn_D9PRPxG2D/s1600/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495112946706450050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtdswtI5H6qiTfBT1MbS5u2C-jpUPfJR5QcsjV7ssHbNrUK_GD1gDHgX-xGC5RJXTGFXyU6ENSauPq4AZ8Fxjzuo65oz8eKkiK7kEEueEBZe4S4Y4bbLsIruvERnfQsxf7tn_D9PRPxG2D/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdNzqbYFg1z9P9CKAirRMkk4bc2utwbjCq_ME3NFN5BJEcNrqsr02l5x_ajqUYGb13MaLJfrPG4g5O1LV-gOSqR0GxXu_SlryWrvwhHtXVnCsW17gSSZEYK3nlrlyoRB4krEiAL1XjhAT/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495111628965490466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdNzqbYFg1z9P9CKAirRMkk4bc2utwbjCq_ME3NFN5BJEcNrqsr02l5x_ajqUYGb13MaLJfrPG4g5O1LV-gOSqR0GxXu_SlryWrvwhHtXVnCsW17gSSZEYK3nlrlyoRB4krEiAL1XjhAT/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxNFv4B71e8GKiCnCEH9KOOv56YRxVizbIIhpPuk6i1Ldh1-HmSLNmE7aCelYp3VFLsLXucSC0ECAxeCQzYBw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div></div></div></div>mckala7http://www.blogger.com/profile/05300123088491525033noreply@blogger.com0