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Name: Heather
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Interests: spending time with my family, travel, scrapbooking, reading, photography, shopping, singing, TIVO
Occupation: Medical
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| This is the question posed to Fred by the new little girl in the twins' preschool class; she asked him this today with great concern when he went to go pick up the kids from school. (For those of you who don't know us personally, Fred has had a military-style crew cut since I met him, which has gone along perfectly as his hairline has receded-- to me he looks the same as the day I met him; to others, he looks, perhaps, bald/) Lydia, the new little girl, poked around on Fred's face and head, very confused. LB explained, "Don't worry, my Daddy's hair just BLEW AWAY one day, and the birdies ate it!" (Really? Wow, I always wondered...) | | |
| 2 mos ago.... I walked into preschool to pick them up and about 7 people congratulated me on the way in. I shrugged it off, and only then did Miss Dawn take me aside and say, "I take it from your reaction that you are NOT with child.... is that correct?" "NOOOO!" I exclaimed. "No, I am NOT pregnant!" "Oh," she said, "LG seems to be telling everyone that you are having a baby in the spring." I stooped down to explain to LG tat Mommy was NOT growing a baby in my belly, and that no baby sister was arriving in the spring. LG hung her head, pitifully, as if announcing that a) she'd been caught in a lie, and b) she really, REALLY, wanted a baby in the house. We hugged for about 5 minutes with her sobbing on my shoulder before the could accept it. Fast forward to 3 days ago... I had been on call for a couple days, and LB needed some extra cuddle time in the morning before I parted for work. As I sat there rocking him (whilst sitting in a chair made for someone weighing 35 lbs at most), his teacher imparted, "So, I hear you're moving!" "What?" I asked. "The twins told me you are moving to a bigger, newer hospital, and to a new house with big rooms for them and a horse in the back!" "Um.... NO, we're not moving!" I set the record straight. "But they are just so CONVINCING!" she explained. They completely back each other up, so I don't know what to believe! So, did LB really have a fire in his room or not?" she asked. "A FIRE?" I asked. ""Yes, a fire. They told us the an electrical cord caught fire, and the firemen had to come and use their big hoses, and there was lots of damage from all the water; they said that was one reason they had to move to the bigger house!" "Um, No," I explained, "My twins just have very big imaginations! Gotta love being 3 years old! | | |
| The following is a copy of a letter I just emailed my sister... Dear Lori, I wanted to say hi and THANK YOU for all the awesome presents you guys sent us. LB opened the last of his today and had to immediately put on the construction worker outfit and forbid LG to touch him. "I am the BOSS!" he told us. They also love the rain stick. I let LG open that one, even though it was really for LB, since she didn't have any presents left to open. (the whole reason the present opening was so delayed was b/c LB slept through Xmas eve and therefore had TON of extra presents to open. So we've been kind of doling them out all week when LG wasn't around so she wouldn't feel bad for not having yet even MORE presents to open) My purse organizer is AWESOME, I have had so many people ask me where I got it, from the hospital to my trip to Krogers an hour ago. We love the power charger too and everything else. I found the receipt for Chris' helicopter if you need it, although I got it at JC Penney as a Thanksgiving doorbuster, so I don't think it can go back to Sharper Image if need be. So ANYWAY, I don't know if Mom told you, but Fred got me a refurbished Roomba as a gift. It showed up way early, in a box that said "ROOMBA" with a picture on the box, so the surprise was blown when it arrived, and I proclaimed, "Hey Fred, some idiot sent a Roomba to the wrong address!" To which he got a look on his face that told me it wasn't an accident. I tried to act like I didn't mind getting a cleaning supply for Christmas, but the truth was written all over my face. The look that says, "I can't believe you bought me a vacuum for Christmas. I'm sorry I'm such a bitch, but that's not a present." He could see right though me and my fake "thank you" smile, and has teased me incessantly about it since. At least he takes it lightheartedly. SO.... I have stiffly ignored it's presence for the better part of a month until we got it working last week and I now realize how truly WONDERFUL it is!!! And I remembered how much you said you loved yours so much, and I remember that I think you actually ASKED for one as a gift. So I am now considering it a "gift to US," as a couple, not as a gift to "make my job of cleaning easier." I am so impressed with the little device that I read about a hundred reviews on it's sister Scooba, and purchased one of those on Amazon today. It comes on Thursday-- I'm so excited. I hope you don't mind, but I will probably post a copy of this letter to my blog, as I'm sure this Roomba incident will live in our family history for stories to come. I hope you guys had a great Christmas and that we can catch up soon. I miss you! Love, Heather
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| LG: "Mommy, we don't talk to strangers, right???" Mommy: "Right, LG. We only talk to stangers if your Mommy or Daddy is with you and says it's OK. What do you think could happen if you talk to strangers, LG?" LB: "A stranger might take us, steal us away from our Mommy, and take us to church!" Hmmm.... I don't think that's how the lesson goes. I'm still trying to figure out a comeback for that one. On another note, today we took the twins to see Enchanted at the movies. We had a hard time getting out the door, because Daddy couldn't find his wallet. We looked upstairs, downstairs, all around, and no luck. Finally, we asked the kids. LG chimed in, "Oh, I know where your wallet is, Daddy. It in MY room. I HELPING you!" He went in and looked around her room. No luck. "LG, I can't find it. Can you help me?" says Daddy. LG walks in and lifts off the center piece of her tea-party table, revealing the wallet in it's perfect hiding place among all her princess teaparty dishes. "I gots to keep this house CLEAN!" she states! | | |
| -LG has adopted about 30 dolls and stuffed animals that join her every night now as she gets tucked in. Two of these include my most treasured childhood dolls, my "Bee-s" (AKA "baby" / Raggedy Anns, in my own 1-yr-old language), which are now 34 years old. THey are really falling apart, but I knew I had to let her play with them when the first time she saw them (hidden in my room and discovered by her), she gasped, clutching "Brown Bea" (Brown hair) to her chest, exclaiming, "Oh, Mommy, just LOOK at this baby doll! She's BEAUTIFUL!!!" (My heart melted, since I truly thought the only people to think the Beas were beautiful were perhaps me and my own mother) ANYWAY... she tucks them in next to her every night, complete with their own little pillow and blanket, making sure that "none of the other dollies step on them," as she understands they are very old and delicate. Red Bea is faring a little better than Brown Bea. LG also has a little Raggedy Ann doll of her own, that she insisted on taking to preschool with her today. I asked her what it's name was, and she said "Raggly Ann, Mommy! You are so silly!" -LB has had a running joke going for about 4 months now. Somehow, whenever he is really trying to be funny, he will throw in he word "CORN" into a sentence or silly joke. It makes NO SENSE, but it is just so funny when he does it! This evening, we had a chance to talk to Fred's mom one last time before she boarded a plane for Cuba (going on a humanitarian/ education trip there)--- LG asked to talk to his Bubbie, and promptly told her, "Hi BUbbie! Have a good time in Cooo-ba CORN!" He also beckoned me over later tonight, and said, "Mommy, I have to tell you a secret!" I leaned in, and her whispered in my ear, "Woof woof, Meow meow, CORN!" What a cheesy little boy! -LB was DRY today in the morning for the first time ever! His pullup was completely DRY, so we made a really big deal of it. Maybe after Xmas is over we can try going to bed in big boy undies. LG has done really well-- she no longer needs pullups at all. She might have an occasional accident, but overall she has done fabulous! Well, it is 1 a.m. so I should probably go to bed! | | |
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