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.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Fall Festival Extravaganza
Our church is having a Fall Festival (aka Halloween party, I have no idea why its called that) tonight and Mster is so beyond excited that I think she might explode in anticipation. She was all set to be a princess. She HAD to be a princess but after I procrastinated buying her a costume I soon realized that the princess costumes that were left SUCKED!!! And I refused to spend 23.50 (w/o tax) for them. Luckily, much to Msters wildest dreams, Mster found a MUST HAVE butterfly/fairy accessories. We've got wings. We've got a head band. We've got a wand and most importantly we've got face glitter. I may just have to post pictures of this.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Lster EAT
My darling little Lster turned 1 last week. A whole year old. Unfortunately I'm afraid that he won't make it to his 2nd big birthday bash. He wont eat. He's on a hunger strike unless you feed him shredded cheese. He's even refusing crackers unless he's ABSOLUTELY hungry. I'm not sure what to do. Clearly he's hungry. Clearly I can't just feed him cheese. But I guess that's what I'm going to do. Unless I get earplugs to cover up the insanely loud shreaks of holy murder if I even think about putting something other than a milk product on his tray.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Moving and Death`
We've moved. I've been sans internet for almost 2 weeks but I survived. And now, after a lovely visit from 2 burly internet guys who waved their magic cyberspace wands, I'm connected. Expect more posts. Maybe.
Mster is FASCINATED with death and killing. She's constantly talking about killing things and about death.
Mster: Mom, do you want me to die?
Mster: Where did Jesus go?
Me: He died. He's in Heaven with Heavenly Father?
Mster: How did he die?
Me: (ugh)...some bad guys killed him
Mster: Are some bad guys going to kill us?
Me: Probably not. That doesn't happen very often. We'll probably die cause we get sick. Not cold sick but old sick. When you get really old, your body gets sick and you die.
Mster: Is Aunt N* going to die soon cause she's really old?
*Aunt N just turned 50 (and not in the least bit old or sick) :)
Mster is FASCINATED with death and killing. She's constantly talking about killing things and about death.
Mster: Mom, do you want me to die?
Mster: Where did Jesus go?
Me: He died. He's in Heaven with Heavenly Father?
Mster: How did he die?
Me: (ugh)...some bad guys killed him
Mster: Are some bad guys going to kill us?
Me: Probably not. That doesn't happen very often. We'll probably die cause we get sick. Not cold sick but old sick. When you get really old, your body gets sick and you die.
Mster: Is Aunt N* going to die soon cause she's really old?
*Aunt N just turned 50 (and not in the least bit old or sick) :)
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