No Hunters Allowed

Randy caught wind that Bella Vista was going to outlaw bow hunting in the city. . .so he and some neighbors went to the city council meeting on Monday night. It was said that it was the biggest turnout they've had for a city council meeting ever---standing room only. Randy said what was on his mind about the deer population & that the crowd applauded (go Randy!) He felt good. Anyways--it was a close call, but I know that you will all be pleased to know that the people won & Randy can still bow hunt in Bella Vista. It's a good thing that it was majority rules because there was one old bitty on the council that was anti bows until the end---any other way & I'm pretty sure Randy would have killed her.

So. . .since bow hunting in Bella Vista is on, Randy was off last night to distribute some corn for the deer to eat & then wait for him to come & spear them. He took Gus & Charlie & they had a great time. Randy asked Charlie: "Are you having fun throwing corn?" Charlie said: "Yeah, dad, that's how I roll." Then he adds: "I roll just like you, dad." Children are so sweet. . .

Which reminds me. We really should be more like little children. Last week, one of Charlie's close friends threw a fork at his face, barely missing his eyes & piercing his left ear. Interestingly, Charlie cried because of the pain inflicted upon his ear, but quickly got over the disappointment of his friend's decision. They were playing together only minutes later. . .and by morning, Charlie had forgotten what had happened to his ear (although his ear was still hurting). If we could all forgive & forget like little children.

(PS: Bobby, I saw a truck with the words: Ridin' Dirty on the back windshield & thought of you--good times)

Charlie's blogging video debut

If you listen closely, he does a small encore in the middle of his song.

By the way, being able to post video just brought my blogging experience to a whole new level!!

72 pounds of pure love!!!

Yuck. . .Pumpkin Pie

Halloween is almost here & I'm taking ideas for costumes for the boys, Ila, and me and Randy. The only way that me & Randy will dress up is if we have a family costume. For example, some friends of ours have 4 kids. The kids are going to be a lion, tiger, & a bear, mom is going to be OH & dad is going to by MY & the baby is going to be "!" Cute, huh??

Chicken Tortellini Soup

Here's that recipe that I made for you & Bobby . . .

http://www.myfamily.com/exec?c=content&htx=view&siteid=zX2bAI&contentid=ZZZZZZV9&contentclass=RECP

If it was too spicy for you, just use petite diced tomatoes instead of tomatoes & green chiles. Just so you know, I used garlic powder & didn't use any bell pepper (only because I didn't have any).

Enjoy!

"Can I go in the cage & play?" HUH????

Ila's idea of enjoying the zoo

After feeding the giraffes, we all needed a potty break. As I went to take Charlie to the bathroom with me, he darted into the MEN'S restroom!! It was difficult not to dash in after him. . .but then the thought of other men standing at the urinals (Yuck!) helped me gain some self-control. So I just stood at the door and tried to coach him out the door. . .I succeeded only after he went potty it the urinal, got as much soap on his hands as a little boy could ever dream (the foam kind, too), rinsed & rinsed & rinsed & rinsed his hands again, & took full advantage of the electric dryers. At least he got the order right! For the record, this is only one reason why someone created leashes for children.

Crying over hot chocolate...

So last school year a few of my friends and I started a tradition of "crying over hot chocolate" after bad tests. This was greatly due to the fact that we were in pchem and all of our tests were horrible! Anyway, lets just say that we had to continue the tradition after last night's instrumental test...hot chocolate was much needed. Now I'm just hoping that partial credit rules in my favor. (Note that there has never been any actual crying, but the name goes well.)

Know your neighbors

Are there sexual predators in your neighborhood??

http://www.familywatchdog.com/

This site will give you an approximate address of the predator & picture & convictions.

There is a man convicted of rape living down the road from us. . .always good to know.

Look fast

This is for Bekki. I know you always said how wonderful it would be if Ila had red hair. Check out this picture!! Her hair isn't really red---it just looks that way in the picture.

Oh & I have to give Gus a shout out--today he pooped in the potty or should I say his poop made it's way into the potty. I would tell the story, but it's gross.

Their joy was full.

Good to laugh at yourself

We went to the Benton County Fair Yesterday. We pay for our tickets & then enter in through the gate. Instantly I smell something yummy, so I say to Randy, "ymmm. . .that smells good" Just then, Randy realizes what I was smelling & decides to entertain it for a minute. He asks: "What does it smell like?" I reply: "It smells like fruit juice---do you smell it, too?" "Yes. . .I smell it, he says. . .but what you are smelling are the porta potties!!!!" In all fairness, those were the best-smelling porta pots I've ever encountered.

P.S. Randy said it was the blue stuff they use to keep the pots clean that I was smelling.

An appetite like her mama

Weighing in at 9 lbs. 14 oz. at her 3 week appointment, Ila wears this outfit with pride!

She gained 10 oz. in 6 days--way to go, girl!

Charlie vs. Charlie

Charlie: a lady. . .and blood. . .and police. . .the grass and a hundred dollars.

Bob: Who had $100?

Charlie: The lady.

Bob: I wish I had $100.

Just for your viewing pleasure

Life as a princess. . .

You can't read her onesie, but neither can she. . .

It reads: "Does this diaper make my butt look big?"

And no, princess. . .it doesn't.

What did you say?

Charlie: "I wanna write my name. I don't want crayons."

Mama: "Sit at your table and I will get you some colored pencils."

Charlie: "Not colored pencils, I want skidmarks."

Mama: "What?"

Charlie: "Skidmarks!"

Mama: "Okay, go get the skidmarks." (Charlie runs to the desk)

Charlie: "I found it!"

Mama: "Charlie. . .that is a marker, not a skidmark"

Charlie: "No, it's a skidmark."