Saturday, December 1, 2007
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
As a parent you think that you would do anything for your child. If someone were to ask you, "Is there anything you wouldn't do for your child?" the answer most likely would be no, of course. Matt and I are here to challenge you. Yes, in fact we said we would do anything for our children and we have, believe me, we have. This week we had the pleasure of turning in a poop sample from Tyler. Just the thought of a poop sample should send a shiver up your spine because you know its a gross, stinky, mess. I think I can speak for myself as well as Matt when we say it is much, much, worse than you can even imagine. First, we had to get him to poop into a fry container. You know when you go to a fast food place and they give you a bunch of fries in a wide open mouthed half cup half plate container. Yes, we had to get him to poop into that. So, a movie, stickers, and one poop reward box checked later we now have poop in a fry container. You think, oh good its done. We have our poop sample and we can turn it in. Oh no my friend, it is just beginning. Matt chose the medical field so I dubbed him the poop scooper. Hey, if you choose something in any sort of medical field I feel you sign away your right to protest dealing with bodily fluids. So, with a spoon like you would get to taste test ice cream at an ice cream store, Matt got to fill two containers full of poop. Not only did it stink to high heaven, the smell stuck around all day! We quickly sealed it in our prepaid Fed Ex bag and overnighted it. Just think about the poor unknowing Fed Ex man that was carrying around poop all day and didn't even know it!! It was one of the nastiest experiences we have had to deal with to date. So, I ask you parents, Is there anything you wouldn't do for your children?????
Posted by Our Family at Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I was at the doctor today for one of my millions of appointments every month and of course, like always, she wanted more blood work. Seriously, I am now just a walking pin cushion. I think I must have some sort of invisible sign that doctors can only see which says, Please take my blood, I'd love to give it. I briefly thought to myself, I should just wait till Thursday because no doubt, I will be giving another gallon after that doctor appointment. Then I thought better of it because of some of the things the doctor told me I thought today might be better. So, I get in the lab I am number 35. I wait my 15 - 20 minutes and am called back. I try to get friendly with the lab tech because I personally feel like if you are nice to them they tend to be nicer with their needle. She was so engrossed in telling me about how her teenage son was now having his 2nd child that she whipped a regular sized band aid on me and sent me off to pee in a cup. I was pushing Talan through the lobby in his stroller waiting for my turn in the restroom. I felt a cold brush of air and turned to look at what it was. I look over and my arm is gushing blood! Blood is dripping down my arm, fingers, bracelet and, into a little puddle on the ground. About the same instant this little old Grandma looks over from her chair, being even with the bloody mess, looks at me and faints. At this moment I don't know if I should move and create a bloody mess or if I should stay put. I start calling for help because I'm a mess and this poor Grandma is out cold. The receptionist comes out and shoes me into a room where they start hosing my arm down. Someone screams, "Get her baby!" It was all very dramatic and surreal at the same time. The Grandma woke up, she was fine. So after they practically cast my arm, they send me on my way. My doctor's appointment just got all the more interesting!
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
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Monday, November 19, 2007
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Thursday, November 15, 2007
If you know anything about Boston, or the surrounding areas, you would swear that not only is the mafia alive and real, its everywhere. We have wondered about some people that our lives cross paths with many times. There are certain people we see, almost daily, that could be mafia just because there is no other explanation for how they live. Today, Tyler, Talan, and I ran into the mafia. We were walking into our friend's apartment complex on a very rainy day. We didn't have our umbrella so I told Tyler to go ahead and run up. He was no more than 4 feet ahead of me when I saw a Cadillac pull up, dark tinted windows. Out steps the driver, umbrella in hand, dressed in full suit to the tee. He walks around and lets a larger man out of the back, even more dressed to the tee. The driver proceeds to hold the umbrella for the passenger as he walks crossing our path. Just about that time I think, oh dear, please let Tyler stop. But my stars are never quite that lucky. Tyler ran straight by him. The man grabbed Tyler's arm and told him, "Boy, you go back to your mother!" Tyler quickly ran back like a scolded little school boy, clutching to my leg. The man walked off all important like, the driver looked at me and kind of chuckled. If it was a normal person, I would have given my best fake Boston attitude I could muster up, and told him, no one talks to my son like that. Instead, I gave the driver the best mean Boston face I have, and walked away. I now know the passenger is the owner of that apartment complex building and is known to have possible mafia connections. Who knows?? All I know is, I never want to cross paths with that guy again!
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
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Monday, November 12, 2007
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Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
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