Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
'Cuz I am!
First, CuriousGeorge was on AFV, and now, I've been given the opportunity to be the American Idol Blogger for a local radio station here. I'm still awaiting details, but can't wait to begin!!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I honestly can't remember a sitdown meal in a restaurant that we've had just as a family of 7-9 since this one. Last Sunday, KingKong
My immediate answer was to just send him to the local store...but KingKong got rather upset, thinking I was trying to avoid time with him...which, btw, I wasn't...It was the crazy looks from other people I was trying to avoid, while our children literally hung from the rafters, colorful tube slides, and nets...and all the frustrated crying
But, I soon decided it was high time to give it another shot and after
The boys understood and in the spirit of
And to add to the list of comments I've never heard before...A woman who was leaving passed by our table slowly and commented to my husband, "Wow, there's no denying those boys, huh?" Ummmmm, noooooo, but thanks for your input! LOL. I know she meant it sweetly...I think ;op
I was going through the
Well, this is OBVIOUSLY a fictional story or else the word bon-bons would have been included!!!
Chapter 1, How Old: I am seven years old and have one sister and five brothers. MonkeyGirl is my only sister, and MonkeyBoy is my teenage brother. Then there's CuriousGeorge, SpiderMonkey, MonkeySee, and MonkeyDo (my little brothers).
Chapter 2, What I Look Like: I have light brown hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and brown eyebrows.
Chapter 3, How Old Are My Parents and Other People in My House: My dad is 33, my mom is 27. My sister is 14, my brothers are 12, 6, 2, 1, and 1.
Chapter 4, What My Parents Do: My dad drives a big truck all day. But my mom sits on our couch, on the computer or watching
Chapter 5, My Birthday: I was born on January 11, 2001. I was born in Monkeyville Medical Center.
Chapter 6, Favorite Foods: I like tacos, spaghetti with meatballs, and cereal.
The moral of the story folks...someday your child will be in 3rd grade and will have to write something like this, so you better start