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.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Stop and smell the roses
For many they need to take some time out of their busy life (or from sitting in front of the tv) to smell the roses, well, smelling the roses isn't allowed in our house. Roses have thorns that hurt little girls when they grab the stems to bring the roses closer to their face. So, instead Mster stops to look at ants. We can not go for a walk anywhere without Mster fascinated all the thousands of ants on the ground. She tries to pick them up. She smooshes them with sticks. She just points and yells for anybody to hear that "we have ants".
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