Crazy Kids

The boys met their reading goal for their read-a-thon at school so they got to go to school with their hair dyed. Of course they had to have fohawks to go along. The gold hair paint almost didn't show up in their hair but they were pleased. Hannah had to have hers done also. I put their kanitial (as Owie says) on the back of their heads.

Poor Little Hannah

Hannah came in this morning with 15 mosquito bites on her face 4 on one hand and a couple on her arms. I don't know how they got in her room, poor girl.

Harmonica Player

I found this on a friends blog and though it was pretty good so I thought I would share.

I Knew Cats Were Evil

The following are excerpts from a cats diary:

Day 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

Day 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed.

Day 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep deprivation, incessant pleas for food at all hours of the night.

Day 767 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.

Day 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture.This time, however, it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.

Day 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that myconfinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

Day 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue, something akin to mole speak, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal, room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

Brayden's Baptism

Brayden was Baptized on Saturday. It was a very special day, made even more special by sharing it with all the family and friends who came. Thank you to all of you who helped and participated. We had a very nice day and I am sure Brayden will remember it for the rest of his life.

Thank you again!

Redneck-Mansion

Curious George

Hannah LOVES Curious George She watches it everyday. She was putting on a Curious George shirt and she had to show it to George. When he would move across the screen she would move the shirt to show him.