Holding hands....

Sometimes Genny and I talk about the things that she and Audrey will do together when Audrey's bigger. And Genny always ends it with "...and we'll hold hands." So it might be "We'll go to the fair and ride the rides together and we'll hold hands" or it might be "When Audrey gets bigger she can sit next to me at the table when we eat and we will share my booster seat and we'll hold hands."

So here they are, holding hands. Genny is blissfully happy.

Bye bye monitor

The monitor left this week! Hooray! She was on it for almost exactly 6 months.

Ranch fun!

Here's a fun picture out at the ranch with Papa Stan. These were taken out at the Lake Meredith marina where we went to feed the fish.

And this is a video of the fish eating the popcorn at the marina. It's So Gross. Dare you to watch it just once....

wendy flirts with disaster in Wal-Mart

I have always joked that if I am arrested, it will probably be for something that happened at Wal-Mart. Today was a close scrape.

I was standing in the vitamin aisle, and I heard a screaming kid careening toward me. His mom was pushing the cart, and he was sitting in the front, screaming bloody murder. She was moving as fast as she could. She looked stressed as she zoomed past me.

An older man yelled at her as she went by. "Shut him up, Mom!"

She yelled over her shoulder as she turned the corner. "Shut your damn mouth!"

Yikes! I thought. Back to vitamins.

So then the man turns to me and says "she'll be visiting him in jail. {mumble, mumble}"

This was too much for me.

So I turned to him and said "you know what, I bet she's trying her best and she certainly doesn't need your comments to help her parent her kid!"

This made him mad. "Well, she wasn't doing anything!"

"That's not your business and I bet she was doing her best. You certainly weren't helping anyone!"

Well,she wasn't trying--she wasn't doing anything at all! and he was screaming! My parents would have....."

I didn't get to hear what horrible punishment his parents would have inflicted. Because right there I realized I really wanted to hit him or start screaming or make a horrible scene right there in the middle of Walmart. I wanted to yell for all the moms with kids to come help me out. And that would be inappropriate. So I turned my back and pushed my cart away.

You see, my children scream in Wal-Mart. Not all the time. But often. And usually it's because I'm being a good parent. You know, because I buckled them in. Or stopped them from leaping off the cart. Or didn't buy them toys or candy.
Sometimes they scream and it's because they don't want to be in the cart. Or in Wal-Mart.
I'm going to assume this lady is in the same boat. The little boy was about 18 months old. Kids that age throw fits. Considering she was leaving the pharmacy, maybe her kid was sick. Maybe not. Maybe he was just being a brat. Even the best kids do that sometimes. And usually at walmart.

Regardless, I just couldn't stand that nasty old coot yelling at her.

Lammy pics

two lambs and two little babies....

soooooo..... can you tell who's who?

Genny learns a new word.

The word of the day is: igs-gusting (disgusting).
At least she used it {mostly} in context.

Here's how it went:
Genny, you need to be nice to Mommy.
no. I don't want to.
Why not?
Because it's igs-gusting.

Yay.