Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm.
Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
1. Sven slept by himself in his crib the whole night yesterday only to wake up for feedings. YAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. The bruise on my right forearm the size of Manhattan is starting to go down finally.