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| FYISorry to say, but we have blown this joint. We are outta here. Come check out our new digs at the new Lesbourgeoisie.
Xanga you have been good to us and we thank you for giving us this platform from which to shout whatever we want. It has been a good 2 years. We have learned alot about blogging and coding and such things while we have been with you. And know it is time to graduate on to bigger and better things. We will always remember you with fondness as our first blog.
No, seriously, we are mainly moving for 2 reasons. At our new site Brad and I are able to log in separately as, ta-dah!, ourselves. So each post will state quite clearly who it was authored by. And because anybody with an email address can comment. No more having to get a Xanga name in order to be able to comment. So come see and come comment.
ps- things will be under construction for a while as I continue to learn what I am doing. I am kinda flying by the seat of my pants on all of the HTML and just learning as I go. This new site isn't quite multiple choice like this one was.
pss-big SHOUT-OUT to Jessie-Bessie for helping me soooooo much with our new site! | | |
| I'm so glad that wasn't my kidThat is a really awful title, but I couldn't help thinking it this afternoon. As Stephen and I were coming out of the church where his school/mother's day out is held we saw a little boy, probably about 3, who had fallen behind as he was following his mom to their car. He had stopped on this little square of grass in the middle of the parking lot and had his pants and underwear/diaper pulled all the way down. He was holding his wee-wee and looking down like he was trying to figure out how to work it. His mom who had already reached their car and was putting their stuff inside turned around and saw him and then cried out his name and asked him what in the world he was doing. At this point she saw us walking by and me smiling as I gripped Stephen's hand tightly lest he get away and do something equally embarrassing. I waved and called out something about him just being a boy. She quickly shut the door to their car and ran to scoop him up. I heard her telling him "we don't go potty out here, we'll go inside and go potty, come on..." as she ran for the door inside. I guess this is a hazard of potty-training little boys. I haven't heard too many stories of little girls just deciding to go potty wherever they are standing. Anyways, it was pretty funny, but I'm glad it wasn't my kid guilty of indecent exposure. | | |
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this is big brother helping.
 It continually amazes me how different little boys are. For those of you who don't know- this is a front end loader. I didn't know I could make one of those out of play-do but apparently I can. Looks pretty good to me too. (much better than the motorcycle I attempted!) He can identify most ummm, motorized things.?. by sight and sound. Therefore my knowledge of such things has increased. It's fun, but will be interesting to see how girly baby yexie will be and how those worlds will collide.
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