Birmingham

For those of you praying, my dad is home and doing very well. Continue to pray--they should be getting some results back soon. Otherwise, as far as we know, the surgery was very successful.

We left 2 weeks ago and I'm just now getting to blogging. I'm just very slow!

Tuesday night we spent at some friends house relaxing, playing games, coloring, eating, and enjoying spending time together.
BTW: Just in case you were wondering, my brother is kissing K girl.

Now let me explain a few things about these enxt pictures. First of all, when Daddy took the kiddies to the Museum there was no carrousel there (like at our museum). The kids were disappointed but OK with it. When they went shopping at a local mall the next day, lo and behold there was a carrousel there. So they go to ride one, just not where/when they wanted to. That's explanation #1.

Explanation #2: can you see the bruise/cut on K's face? One night while we were sleeping (we all slept in the same room--a very dark room), she thought she lost her woobie (her blanket) so she decided to crawl around looking for it. She crawled right into the bottom slat of the one bed that was in the room. Screamed bloody murder! It got worse and now is almost better.

So now here are the carrousel pictures.

. And this last picture is of the balloons that the kids picked out for Papa. One is a monkey and one is a frog. They were really cute!

Bad girl!

Two new K girl stories for you.

Let me give you the back story. Friday the kids and I went to Wal Mart. The kids were very good. We got home ate lunch and watched TV. The kids were good. K got put down for her nap late. NOT GOOD! She never slept. She laid in there and played for about an hour. For about an hour after her "nap" she was in an OK mood. Then it all hit--if ya know what I mean. She wasn't just bad; she was awful! She was told that she WOULD be going to be early. At 8:30 we got both the kids ready for bed and she was in bed about 8:35. As I kissed her good night, I told her not to get up AT ALL (she's been using the "I have to go potty" thing lately and I didn't want her getting up in the morning til we got her. C was allowed to stay up and watch TV for a little longer. About 9:00 I heard her talking, pretty clearly I might add. So Daddy ran up to check on her. At the top of the stairs, lined up very neatly were her play Princess figurines and there she went running back to bed. Daddy was VERY mad. He applied the stick very well. Plus a very stern talking to. Plus a cuddle talk. She makes me so tired.

Totally different story, different day. Daddy was reading the paper and K was standing beside him looking too. She pointed to an ad that showed a girl laying on the beach in a bikini. "Mommy needs those" (we think she was talking about the bikini at first) Daddy: oh really? "Yeah but I don't think those are real." Daddy and I laughed and laughed. If she only knew.

And that is my blog for tonight. I will be out of town next week and have no idea if I will have internet access. Please pray for my dad as he will be having surgery next week. We will be back next Saturday.