tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762365409153763692024-03-12T22:36:03.979-04:00Under The Big TopWhitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.comBlogger341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-78789865459049269242016-04-21T22:14:00.000-04:002016-04-21T22:14:04.903-04:00Fine, Fine, FineI've been bugged lately by many people to write another post. I have struggled with where to begin. Being that I can't figure that out, I'll just dive right in. My high school English teacher would be so proud.<br />
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First of all....<br />
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There's going to be another baby in the B house and boy, has it thrown all of us for a loop. I am excited but scared of having two little ones in the house and feeling a little guilty that I might not have given J the time he needs with us. This pregnancy has also been different than my first. Mainly due to the morning sickness. I had terrible nausea for about the first 10 weeks. No bueno. Luckily, no over the top food cravings that make me want to send B to the furthest edges of the Earth for an sprinkle covered pickle with honey mustard drizzle. I wouldn't say I've had food aversions but when you're nauseas, going to the grocery store sounds like slow and painful death. Also, my OB happily informed me that the second pregnancy is a little more painful than the first when it comes to round ligament pains. Definitely feeling those. Other than that, I'm feeling pretty good.<br />
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B is ecstatic about all of it and swears there's a tiny little girl in there. God, help us all if that's the case.<br />
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J doesn't know what to think. He thinks the baby is in his belly and it's a boy named Craig. Don't worry, Craig isn't even on the radar for a name. As a matter of fact, we aren't finding out the gender this time either.<br />
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This is also going on in our house...<br />
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We have finally decided to start on our basement remodel. Didn't realize it would be such a huge undertaking when I said "We should just take this wall down. It would open up the space." Well, then the sheetrock came down, the wires were moved and a structural engineer came in to confirm we were headed in the right direction. After the wall was actually gone, I came to terms with the fact that we weren't turning back. Carpet has been chosen, a screen material for the projector is ordered and the speakers are mounted in the ceiling. We still have a long way to go but I'm happy with the progress we've made and I'm excited to see the finished project.<br />
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Oh and J has been potty trained. I'm not sure how we pulled that one off but he wears big boy underwear during the day and a pull up when he takes a nap or goes to bed. Some training material says you should wake your child throughout the night to take them to the bathroom. That's for the birds and J is a human purple Minion when you wake him up.<br />
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Yep. That's him. In a nutshell.<br />
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So that's where we are. Maybe some bump pictures will head this way soon. It's true what they say. You aren't quite as interested in the second as you were the first.<br />
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-WWhitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-18705573423441653372015-12-07T22:09:00.002-05:002015-12-07T22:19:39.375-05:00Adventures in Potty TrainingPotty training has been on the mind lately. J was the one to initiate the training to start. He showed me signs that he was ready and I kind of took that and ran with it. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. I've turned into a public restroom aficionado. For real. I now know where each and every bathroom is in the mall and I even have a portable potty attachment in my diaper bag for J's little booty to fit on without him falling in the potty.<br />
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Let me fill you in on the latest developments. Forgive me if you've heard the stories before.<br />
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This past week, J and I went to the mall to do a little Christmas shopping. We headed straight to Old Navy to begin our spending spree. We were walking through the store when J stood up and proudly shouted " I potty!" then, in typical fashion, he whispered "I potty, mommy!". I knew I only had a few precious moments to get that hiney on a potty before the waterworks started. We ran to the back of the store, through the dressing rooms and into the biggest bathroom stall I could find. I whipped out my handy dandy potty attachment, yanked J's pants to the floor, tossed the diaper across the stall in a mad frenzy and plopped him atop the throne. I was checking placement in the back when I then moved to the front to find my worst nightmare. J was peeing but not a drop was making its way into the potty. Instead, it was shooting out of his member, across the top of the potty, onto the floor and all over the stroller. Not knowing what to do, I began a very panicked whine which then set off a domino effect of J and I looking one another in the eye and whining.<br />
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I did what I thought I should. I hugged him close and tried bending him forward to help shoot gravity in the correct direction. Just so you didn't know, that doesn't work and actually ended up with pee touching more areas of the stall that I didn't foresee. At this point, J was so frantic, there was no stopping the stream of "pure driven snow". I decided the only way to stop this madness was to use manual force. I decided to manually point him... it... the nozzle, into the toilet. After a dime sized squirt, J was finished with his Bathroom Spray of 2015.<br />
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"Yay!!! Pee pee in the potty!", he shouted across the bathroom. We did our usual high five and clapping because, regardless of the horror that just took place, I was super proud of my little man. Then I stepped back and surveyed the damage.<br />
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Pee. Everywhere.<br />
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There was pee on the floor, the stroller, his pants, my pants, toilet paper holder, seriously, everywhere. I didn't know which direction to head in first. I took his pants and mopped up what I could from in front of the toilet on the floor and then threw them away. There was no way I was shlepping pee and floor nasty pants around with me all day. I figured I could buy a pair of jeans while I was there to replace what I just took off.<br />
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It wasn't until I reached for J to apply another diaper on that I found him running his hands around the toilet seat to flush the toilet. Seriously, every trip to the bathroom makes me want to vomit and then throw him in a hazmat shower. But, unfortunately, his favorite part about the bathroom is flushing the toilet.<br />
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I got the diaper put back on, washed his hands, wished the bathroom the best of luck with the next toddler and got the heck out of dodge. It wasn't until I tried reentering the dressing room with a replacement pair of pants that the "kind" saleslady informed me that I wasn't allowed to take the tag off a pair of pants and pay for them later. So, we walked around Old Navy with a half naked toddler dancing in the stroller.<br />
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Things have gotten much easier since then. For example, he wore his Thomas underwear all day today without an accident. We even ventured out to the store and no issues. But I came prepared with a plastic grocery bag and change of clothes.<br />
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He's even developed a new habit when using the potty. He likes to flush the toilet and then says "Have a good day, potty!".<br />
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This story and potty training session has been brought to you by Appleton Estate Reserve Rum.<br />
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-Potty ExpertWhitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-54316321888813353182015-11-22T22:04:00.001-05:002015-11-22T22:04:29.893-05:00Family Time Tis the season for Christmas movies. Normally, I would hate the idea of Christmas movies before Thanksgiving but tonight, this happened...<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIpqt-oLjNk3lSKd4j8vkmzuKjvsLZWumuL579UfVwVBP7NyGohubCxgVBqAtcRw9gpmcRdjAPif4LptSkaRN-5yAsWJ8zcn982c9jmgN77TfOTcId8mH_8flvdFRKBoH71ZcvipJGGQn/s640/blogger-image-390473580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhIpqt-oLjNk3lSKd4j8vkmzuKjvsLZWumuL579UfVwVBP7NyGohubCxgVBqAtcRw9gpmcRdjAPif4LptSkaRN-5yAsWJ8zcn982c9jmgN77TfOTcId8mH_8flvdFRKBoH71ZcvipJGGQn/s640/blogger-image-390473580.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We all ended up on the couch to watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas (cartoon version) and the first 45 minutes of The Wizard Of Oz. And J sat through both!! </div><div><br></div><div>Also, did you notice his bear friend? That is his new sleeping mate and I think it's adorable! Thanks, J and K for bringing him into our lives!!</div><div><br></div><div>-One Happy Mamma</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-36314869641778002712015-11-20T23:31:00.001-05:002015-11-20T23:31:55.539-05:00Two ThoughtsI've pretty much given up on my New Year's resolution. Can you tell?<div><br></div><div>So here are the most recent thoughts/adventures I've had.</div><div><br></div><div>1.) I took J to Walmart a few days ago to do the Thanksgiving shopping. I suggested we host. What was I thinking? I had to make a quick bathroom stop before we got too far in and I found myself almost wetting myself on the toilet paper isle. Happens every time. Anyway, it crammed J and myself into the tiny stall and prayed he wouldn't touch anything before we were done. When I was finished, J looked into the toilet and excitedly screamed, "Yay, Mommy! Pee pee potty!". Of course the bathroom was full and I heard all of the other giggles. Thanks, J.</div><div><br></div><div>As we were walking out another mom and little boy entered the bathroom. J was pretty interested to see another boy in the bathroom too. So much so, he squatted down on the floor and proceeded to look under the stall wall. Awesome. </div><div><br></div><div>2.) I took a shower by myself for the first time in two years a couple of nights ago. Well, maybe not 2 years but it has been a good couple of weeks. You know what I realized as I enjoyed my empty shower? I suffer from PTSD. Crazy, I know but I couldn't even close my eyes to rinse my hair for fear that a tiny finger was going to be jammed in between my toes, sending me into a sensory overload freak out. I was a complete nervous wreck. I took a shorter shower than if J had actually been in there with me. Pathetic.</div><div><br></div><div>Hello? Pre-mommy life? Where did you go?</div><div><br></div><div>-Still Suffering</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-36422898730550304482015-11-15T22:36:00.001-05:002015-11-15T22:36:29.505-05:00Oh, DearSo this is why I don't leave the boys at home alone very often.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LpzSIej3NL3D1AOAoKI6rXDSRXII6Zmj6ZafBvM5nHaZNm7b-MOtYQAwbDS2S6qFd7U7Oy9p2HiMbYvFBxdNb9_X4_ztOQmerKQTrRSGtR2abK1dWd4c0CWLS2PNGLS_KdV3w6aACKKK/s640/blogger-image-1829370251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6LpzSIej3NL3D1AOAoKI6rXDSRXII6Zmj6ZafBvM5nHaZNm7b-MOtYQAwbDS2S6qFd7U7Oy9p2HiMbYvFBxdNb9_X4_ztOQmerKQTrRSGtR2abK1dWd4c0CWLS2PNGLS_KdV3w6aACKKK/s640/blogger-image-1829370251.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Have fun with that, Mom.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-66490701821667292902015-11-09T22:34:00.001-05:002015-11-09T22:34:02.545-05:00Hello, FriendI haven't felt in the posting mood<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> lately and I apologize for that. I've spent a majority of my time inside (because of the 40 days and 40 nights of rain) with a 2 year old who has exploded out of the sweet, pleasant, happy child closet and into the wild blue yonder of the terrible twos. To be totally honest, I've been so annoyed by our current "phase" that I can't get my mind in a blogging place. </span><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Tonight that changed. Tonight, Maw Maw heard our cries for help and took our little shmoopey for the night. </span></div><div><br></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Before we had J we would think of something to do and say to each other " let's do that tomorrow night" and we would. Now we look at each other and say "let's save that for when we turn 50" even if it is bowling. We get so excited about the next time J will be away and start planning that mystical day. Then when the day does approach us, we have planned so many things, we don't know what to do first. Tonight was exactly that. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">I spent the whole day thinking of where we could go to dinner and what we could do after. B did the same. So when he came home, we found ourselves sitting in the kitchen, trying to decide what to do with our night of freedom. For 30 minutes. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">We decided on dinner and the mall. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Then Walmart for dog food that wouldn't make the dog sick every time she ate.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">So much for a wild night. I guess Maw Maw will just have to take him again.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFl5mbhjM2uUn7ALxQLzA11SIrYMLC6Sp41oLWHvGpGuojl6rCHD7_u38aWbt7blgOP5gcucJHp-W5cPgykJD9q7yT_kyg7woLmL_tfUG30zg6LYU08WnLczubzD9fcVbueYkcrOlAqJFr/s640/blogger-image--1286256369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFl5mbhjM2uUn7ALxQLzA11SIrYMLC6Sp41oLWHvGpGuojl6rCHD7_u38aWbt7blgOP5gcucJHp-W5cPgykJD9q7yT_kyg7woLmL_tfUG30zg6LYU08WnLczubzD9fcVbueYkcrOlAqJFr/s640/blogger-image--1286256369.jpg"></a></div><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBiKUvdX7PKXvhiDCiHxUUpvA59C8Lr_clG3kKQ4SrKPkyImZSfErKEBl8jdmyNai-WiYDyr5IGCFto6qafI3ed_v7oHSyDpjYk4nU2IawGd6umH2qtA8nIMycKfdmNw4j0hWV2Y2acn_/s640/blogger-image-1830742818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBiKUvdX7PKXvhiDCiHxUUpvA59C8Lr_clG3kKQ4SrKPkyImZSfErKEBl8jdmyNai-WiYDyr5IGCFto6qafI3ed_v7oHSyDpjYk4nU2IawGd6umH2qtA8nIMycKfdmNw4j0hWV2Y2acn_/s640/blogger-image-1830742818.jpg"></a></div><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">At least we got shoes out of the deal.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Thanks, Mom.</font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">-W</font></div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-57934493737365412042015-11-03T22:23:00.001-05:002015-11-03T22:23:56.745-05:00In A NutshellTrick or treating was a blast!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYG3B2MrUJbpyjSpqSV6KmMKnf935ackmKyhpORuljSeQItUND3ZPgrCPsJYWJabp4Kcc4_zPTHr-3rEU8om8TJSyAxt3HLwsggekRjMde2AacTuttfOTTglGMhZEPGp8liT-mptru-cb/s640/blogger-image--1107407783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYG3B2MrUJbpyjSpqSV6KmMKnf935ackmKyhpORuljSeQItUND3ZPgrCPsJYWJabp4Kcc4_zPTHr-3rEU8om8TJSyAxt3HLwsggekRjMde2AacTuttfOTTglGMhZEPGp8liT-mptru-cb/s640/blogger-image--1107407783.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There's a part of me that is impressed and at the same time, I'm not. B is pretty prone to projects much like this one. But this is the first cardboard box project.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The down side? He has to top this next year. Good luck, B!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-58355321455511348812015-10-29T22:45:00.001-04:002015-10-29T22:45:57.400-04:00The HubbyMy husband is better than yours. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBQF7KEep7kkiHPefHgJNVMATILtS0e_wWbGC8YpBDhyphenhyphenfgXUW57MvB_TmvkTytZ3eXy50dHfT1_MG7jjtjPvfLZD5nxLAaFsIPhMev1cVC20OVBlcT5JOFfm8eyVA4WNOK7gAP1KMvaaJ/s640/blogger-image--1535854331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBQF7KEep7kkiHPefHgJNVMATILtS0e_wWbGC8YpBDhyphenhyphenfgXUW57MvB_TmvkTytZ3eXy50dHfT1_MG7jjtjPvfLZD5nxLAaFsIPhMev1cVC20OVBlcT5JOFfm8eyVA4WNOK7gAP1KMvaaJ/s640/blogger-image--1535854331.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>He made a Thomas train out of a wagon so J could be Thomas' conductor. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm so excited to see how it all comes together. </div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-8328094415870721872015-10-25T22:21:00.001-04:002015-10-25T22:21:36.319-04:00Lots of PenniesWe went to our church's fall festival yesterday.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7G1zPfxXiM_qeJZssPVVGW4NreMfvpI-HIHUIajc80faD-r6Fg0tmJxPhl0z4e8DbfiutOOt-HAA31Vugeq7rmQOilF8W2qB8-K3qP1ar6lOJfja_UtbzoyTHEjDdUTEEk1L322evu5xw/s640/blogger-image-528381934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7G1zPfxXiM_qeJZssPVVGW4NreMfvpI-HIHUIajc80faD-r6Fg0tmJxPhl0z4e8DbfiutOOt-HAA31Vugeq7rmQOilF8W2qB8-K3qP1ar6lOJfja_UtbzoyTHEjDdUTEEk1L322evu5xw/s640/blogger-image-528381934.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>He didn't understand the concept of receiving candy and not eating it right away. Everytime someone gave him a piece of something, he felt the need to spit out what was in his mouth and eat the new piece.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIxgt69-30w6wbrqh7QfNQM-79U_IAp9gh5q70sIqA4G-yichyphenhyphen8K6rvtMdr-6snpNIyrL8buki4f0KdLzuHrJ5ri9w9XldfreFysp3waC7IUqFJIo5QXBVPX94GwiI_ykvhtoDtpMXwft/s640/blogger-image-1220305771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguIxgt69-30w6wbrqh7QfNQM-79U_IAp9gh5q70sIqA4G-yichyphenhyphen8K6rvtMdr-6snpNIyrL8buki4f0KdLzuHrJ5ri9w9XldfreFysp3waC7IUqFJIo5QXBVPX94GwiI_ykvhtoDtpMXwft/s640/blogger-image-1220305771.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>He's just now coming down from the sugar high.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-17180568425687947672015-10-23T07:13:00.001-04:002015-10-23T07:13:50.784-04:00We Have A Problem<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetsOxUmMtCQq-LACfBFgH46Iqdw_Ba16pIIaWSDYF2vHW65ranSV-xbLMZVHE6ON99J_ptKHCyKeD3vCGTDC5jPmpc9TQuY6mUnPrMEblpnXU1p-kgXbQO6AcQaEKHo3gXW8d1y_7PKf1/s640/blogger-image-960008825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhetsOxUmMtCQq-LACfBFgH46Iqdw_Ba16pIIaWSDYF2vHW65ranSV-xbLMZVHE6ON99J_ptKHCyKeD3vCGTDC5jPmpc9TQuY6mUnPrMEblpnXU1p-kgXbQO6AcQaEKHo3gXW8d1y_7PKf1/s640/blogger-image-960008825.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Looks like a simple picture, right? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Wrong.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He was in his bed "asleep" and then he was in the hall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So we have an escape artist and Saturday mornings will never be the same.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-44665579199859895682015-10-22T00:32:00.000-04:002015-10-22T00:32:36.987-04:00SleepSleep is a difficult thing for me. I've only ever slept well two times in my life. One of the times was when I was pregnant and the other time was while I was working night shift. Most of the time I lay down and my brain kicks into overdrive, thinking about all of the things that either need to be done or haven't been done yet. For example, the 3 days worth of laundry that have piled up and need to be folded. That will, for sure, keep me up tonight.<br />
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Last night was a different story. Last night, while flicking through Facebook, I came across a story that I couldn't resist but should have tried a little harder to do.<br />
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This is the image that caught my eye...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Livesience.com</td></tr>
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Yup. That's a snake. A snake that just left the Golden Corral. For real, though. That is a python and a guy riding a bicycle on a game reserve in Africa came across him. So what do you do when riding a bike and spotting an engorged python? Take pictures, duh.<br />
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Let's take a closer look at his head, shall we?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Livescience.com</td></tr>
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Yeah, that tape measurer says his head alone is 12 inches long. Hang on, I need to go get new panties.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From live science.com</td></tr>
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*Faints*<br />
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That's just dumb.<br />
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So this is the fate of our little snake friend. Let's call him Larry. So, Larry is a 12.5 foot python living in Africa. Fun fact, pythons can grow to be 24 foot long. So Larry was only half his adult size. Chew on that for a while. Larry was feeling kind of hungry, so he headed over to the African Buffet and had himself a meal. Along came a bicyclist, let's call them Frank, he spotted poor old Larry and instead of pooping himself and passing out in fear, he whips out his camera and begins taking pictures. I'm sure Larry is ticked at this point because who in their right mind takes pictures after eating? Home girl doesn't.<br />
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Frank let Larry carry on with his day because, after all, a meal this size can take a python up to a year to digest and they won't have an appetite for at least a month.<br />
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Frank then heads to the park rangers and shows them the pictures of the binge meal and snake. The rangers are super excited because nothing interesting happens on a game reserve in Africa, right? They set out to find Larry to see for themselves. After a few days, they find him but he's dead. Apparently, Humpty Dumpty fell off a rock and died. Why, you ask? Well, when they opened him up, they found this little treasure...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From live science.com</td></tr>
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Larry's meal had literally killed him. BECAUSE IT'S A 30 POUND PORCUPINE!!!!!! For real.<br />
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So a few thoughts come to mind.<br />
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1.) Why would you ride a bike in Africa? You will never outrun a Cheetah on a Mongoose.<br />
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2.) If a snake can grow in size to half of a transfer truck, I'm jumping ship. I'm serious, if one of these things EVER popped up in my neighborhood, I'd sell my house with everything in it. Well, first I'd pick my dead husband up off the floor because he would definitely die of fear. I sent him this link this morning and responded with "Yeah, thanks for that". He hasn't spoken to me since.<br />
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3.) 30 pound porcupines exist?!<br />
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4.) How does a python eat something so huge?<br />
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The last question got me to thinking so I watched 53 videos of pythons eating their prey. Such as alligators. So scary.<br />
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I seriously can't believe this story is real and that's why I had a hard time sleeping. But I refuse to let you suffer the same way I did so I'm offering up a super funny video.<br />
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You have to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEmwZiMLcoY" target="_blank">check this guy out</a>. He has a ton of videos that are great but this one is by far the best. Warning, he's kind of vulgar but it's so funny.<br />
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Also, Cat fell in the toilet this morning. He actually drinks out of the toilet because J thinks it's hilarious to drop dog food in the water dish. Then the water gets cloudy and has a film. Come to think of it, I'm sure the toilet water is way better than the water in the dish. Either way, he immediately bolted out of the toilet, flinging toilet water all over the floor and my clean uniform.<br />
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You're welcome.<br />
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-PerplexedWhitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-88193952316492978622015-10-20T21:43:00.001-04:002015-10-20T21:55:27.429-04:00Chap StickI was in the craft room with J a few days ago and he was playing around with his little kitchen. I turned my back FOR ONE SECOND and he was putting on stick glue like chapstick.<br>
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I just stood there watching him and wondering how in the world "Don't use glue as chapstick!" ever became part of normal, day to day, life.<br>
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Love him.<br>
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Also, the proofs are back. That's right, we all get to figure out how the great "Picture Day Smile or No Smile" fiasco ended.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEient6Y33QpNpEibzWl14gW5h9KfdHlsz7eseKXHBudqdKoGL1UZeFXrtZLATwgw0zUf4lB6ApzC-J96_pQ8M4BsUtQBI-hFNxV7Bj3DpNNNlQTcTbkhC6fwnxmhIK2ONH91JhdecXPKf6T/s640/blogger-image-1210454321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEient6Y33QpNpEibzWl14gW5h9KfdHlsz7eseKXHBudqdKoGL1UZeFXrtZLATwgw0zUf4lB6ApzC-J96_pQ8M4BsUtQBI-hFNxV7Bj3DpNNNlQTcTbkhC6fwnxmhIK2ONH91JhdecXPKf6T/s640/blogger-image-1210454321.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsnQXkt0LnT-DPc0CjryP69uNlOtN-PvRgFXMbU1rUi648-aYnjtZCujtj4E54rUMfI9fg_v6sOuqTH8H6aCDlR_pItulqfCGIWhfgTpJFXFw3MpcZb9dQ09IRrPd0EGHXqxa7V8shiiR/s640/blogger-image--804660621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBsnQXkt0LnT-DPc0CjryP69uNlOtN-PvRgFXMbU1rUi648-aYnjtZCujtj4E54rUMfI9fg_v6sOuqTH8H6aCDlR_pItulqfCGIWhfgTpJFXFw3MpcZb9dQ09IRrPd0EGHXqxa7V8shiiR/s640/blogger-image--804660621.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMVFIl_LuvwmNzS_u-0ijpVYN3pPLEV-1xFyIRbLq3s_bqFQgwsAUSb0NAGM-iegtreP-FAAwdp_4BYcsTdPpi_Vo_wGFLZBrFFY3VipKGyi0QipMTxyyUEnv7KWkm6G8k4iAwbqIR5ca/s640/blogger-image--1753135209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMVFIl_LuvwmNzS_u-0ijpVYN3pPLEV-1xFyIRbLq3s_bqFQgwsAUSb0NAGM-iegtreP-FAAwdp_4BYcsTdPpi_Vo_wGFLZBrFFY3VipKGyi0QipMTxyyUEnv7KWkm6G8k4iAwbqIR5ca/s640/blogger-image--1753135209.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>So, no smile but his eyes are open in all of them! Way to go, Shmoopie Face!</div><div><br></div><div>-Happy Mama</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-91400450627578916322015-10-19T23:11:00.001-04:002015-10-19T23:11:37.090-04:00StellaDon't you love Stella's new look?<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RuauYXxdXzVtIcDwnL3HzDcgswuF0txhTAsHUmDSPfO7pP3ik87rTIrGpqTe21IqbOtCW8exdyUS2n-a21CJMkeq5LGOfyuBAjpKMdFipD-3pBQhXxwP-5CIQ04__duCWAQHUvX1QwcK/s640/blogger-image--43658818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RuauYXxdXzVtIcDwnL3HzDcgswuF0txhTAsHUmDSPfO7pP3ik87rTIrGpqTe21IqbOtCW8exdyUS2n-a21CJMkeq5LGOfyuBAjpKMdFipD-3pBQhXxwP-5CIQ04__duCWAQHUvX1QwcK/s640/blogger-image--43658818.jpg"></a></div><br><div>-W</div><div><br></div></div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-83076860782622481822015-10-14T23:12:00.001-04:002015-10-14T23:12:49.473-04:00The Big 0-2Oh man. That kid turned 2 today. I would get all sentimental but we had such a great birthday celebration. <div><br></div><div>First of all, I got the proofs back on his school picture and they turned out great. I'll share those later. For now, this is what I have...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVOKApYE-rriWWxSAnzv4RG2niqwHCUweMjYpA-tF1w9HZvDRj8dUbHIw49tpRLx883r_OGz4OtBcQyzzcRWLmtnxWoeRGQFOT7PHauyb5uoCNPLpcW_I-ByS2d6cHHOlQ4HmAPk68sNCE/s640/blogger-image-494187310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVOKApYE-rriWWxSAnzv4RG2niqwHCUweMjYpA-tF1w9HZvDRj8dUbHIw49tpRLx883r_OGz4OtBcQyzzcRWLmtnxWoeRGQFOT7PHauyb5uoCNPLpcW_I-ByS2d6cHHOlQ4HmAPk68sNCE/s640/blogger-image-494187310.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I love that face more now than I ever have. For the record, he had pennies (candy) for breakfast and didn't even eat his dinner.</div><div><br></div><div>Then we opened gifts!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2kkNQloeBfsm2yh9lDe5xMyjgQgNPr5e9tCs2kGoxobvPBWytkTve8n-hDK1TwMaU6h45H1aTS0KHAFvONoqAzK30Ba6EwwBrYaNjVsHGA7EBhP-fSDFaAhld_C3mrUd4HoA7-TwNt16/s640/blogger-image-1602895228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU2kkNQloeBfsm2yh9lDe5xMyjgQgNPr5e9tCs2kGoxobvPBWytkTve8n-hDK1TwMaU6h45H1aTS0KHAFvONoqAzK30Ba6EwwBrYaNjVsHGA7EBhP-fSDFaAhld_C3mrUd4HoA7-TwNt16/s640/blogger-image-1602895228.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoc0fLAof0HWAzwXRQCVq5q6LFFQa3gfknO3Ab0OtK8UNFBi3J9QRCQL7hkn1jdQ3TZ6RIEUSApUycdCAe8_HbCh1LwcDKLEcBheSZ8v3FleS9h7ROtKXHcHhGU4qGKi_1TVVI925kDjO/s640/blogger-image-431572423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoc0fLAof0HWAzwXRQCVq5q6LFFQa3gfknO3Ab0OtK8UNFBi3J9QRCQL7hkn1jdQ3TZ6RIEUSApUycdCAe8_HbCh1LwcDKLEcBheSZ8v3FleS9h7ROtKXHcHhGU4qGKi_1TVVI925kDjO/s640/blogger-image-431572423.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And he got a train track! I think he had a great time. I had to fight him to bed where we read the Happy Birthday book from Dr. Seuss. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm more than ready to see what this next year has in store for us.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-78287797338701191882015-10-13T22:07:00.001-04:002015-10-13T22:07:50.113-04:00TomorrowTomorrow is the big day! Not only does J turn 2 but he also has school pictures. We've been diligently practicing his smile but today while I was filling out his picture form, I made a note to the photographer that read "When you say 'smile', he closes his eyes. Good luck. 'Show me your teeth' tends to work".<div><br></div><div>We will see what happens. </div><div><br></div><div>-Nervous Mama</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-41129539326263710412015-10-12T21:11:00.001-04:002015-10-12T21:11:26.015-04:00CuddlesCat likes to cuddle and I'm ok with that but tonight he took it to a whole other level....<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXwaSrLbkGMBwjVgjecqwuDRynXkRCr6ah8nMUTfkHuWkQw9vsSZoFju9TupYqYIeZgPxkJp-EPbxJTcNrf6jQsQnD3WLr-mfmMmk_ndLHzY34in51qL7pq2AU9y7q3pyElPBumYSwPxR/s640/blogger-image-20684734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBXwaSrLbkGMBwjVgjecqwuDRynXkRCr6ah8nMUTfkHuWkQw9vsSZoFju9TupYqYIeZgPxkJp-EPbxJTcNrf6jQsQnD3WLr-mfmMmk_ndLHzY34in51qL7pq2AU9y7q3pyElPBumYSwPxR/s640/blogger-image-20684734.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I missed you too, Cat.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-77560723545047724282015-10-11T00:24:00.003-04:002015-10-11T00:24:51.467-04:00The FairThis week is the week of the fair at home-ish. It's actually in the next town over but I can claim it, right? Especially since we started going 5 years ago. Either way, the first night of the fair is sponsored by the hospital I work at so employees and family ride for free. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6FidOduSJmIAQKTJe-_OL8Kqa8-5A7MKAkDNzJ1BGwqGMF2VVhAQzV359nWuzIebyMYe-Xuj4d919WFkmkczbYa2NHGFM9pSQMv_IMxMIZW3u2SCxPmy-qIX6KOYR-8Z_Yxtlv-8eXfQ/s640/blogger-image-1027064038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW6FidOduSJmIAQKTJe-_OL8Kqa8-5A7MKAkDNzJ1BGwqGMF2VVhAQzV359nWuzIebyMYe-Xuj4d919WFkmkczbYa2NHGFM9pSQMv_IMxMIZW3u2SCxPmy-qIX6KOYR-8Z_Yxtlv-8eXfQ/s640/blogger-image-1027064038.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Seriously, it's crazy. </div><div><br></div><div>J loved the petting zoo.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq26Vf2bbW9tWN5Emn_4Iz-ZrSnBP_9mkk0I5fdhqeHByoMih0tdkyh4cQlEQw8yfbfuxVVxkQeD4OVY0YtVyvcbLBr_EtHmppMXAs43KiuvX8gezHn0oFn6t9rUAlbIiJ-cmnaBJaosy/s640/blogger-image-1130816386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq26Vf2bbW9tWN5Emn_4Iz-ZrSnBP_9mkk0I5fdhqeHByoMih0tdkyh4cQlEQw8yfbfuxVVxkQeD4OVY0YtVyvcbLBr_EtHmppMXAs43KiuvX8gezHn0oFn6t9rUAlbIiJ-cmnaBJaosy/s640/blogger-image-1130816386.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>My mom wants this guy.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVya0pgwr5TOZsjWKiQ85LXkBasxOWe0qsxNoTy74obMxsbVdwcjNl2J9rafL4AoksFxC4KBRkwQxe4rJjMe__XwBEmrwDzQZBqMGMNLNVGr9m0XHAj__KpVkh9JkGRZq3jQb58Jve1Bu/s640/blogger-image--127406038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNVya0pgwr5TOZsjWKiQ85LXkBasxOWe0qsxNoTy74obMxsbVdwcjNl2J9rafL4AoksFxC4KBRkwQxe4rJjMe__XwBEmrwDzQZBqMGMNLNVGr9m0XHAj__KpVkh9JkGRZq3jQb58Jve1Bu/s640/blogger-image--127406038.jpg"></a></div> </div><div>And J felt the need to touch all of the goats. </div><div><br></div><div>The best part about a fair? FAIR FOOD!!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAJihF6B_bX3-7MwOFaYnwnqKT3WRGMTVGzzOpDFjQUfNHfrvUI9ilS4J8wgeSs4WxcQ9wc9f-eGa_xj9I5W1Vo-KstwcrNwwgjGw2iSlHGhEQ-NSPy-esE3sjSVA7Z74oJRJdHqPfwAF/s640/blogger-image-45633495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoAJihF6B_bX3-7MwOFaYnwnqKT3WRGMTVGzzOpDFjQUfNHfrvUI9ilS4J8wgeSs4WxcQ9wc9f-eGa_xj9I5W1Vo-KstwcrNwwgjGw2iSlHGhEQ-NSPy-esE3sjSVA7Z74oJRJdHqPfwAF/s640/blogger-image-45633495.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Oh yeah. Steck fries covered in cheese, pulled pork and bar-b-que sauce. Heavenly.</div><div><br></div><div>Right before this picture, B said "I can't win this fight alone". </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBbjwdWT-Q0qtWTwG4lcaSjUWxe0mr1o_QBEy0no9T_8LgA1wlQ9i-BVdcdazUe2qwt7TsIVSNsJOfTio0FasCDV7zC2nDpEccgxan_Xs7WUqnj_IGkaTEpZUM05RhA4t_5bbB6ZsXVip/s640/blogger-image-1125284335.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBbjwdWT-Q0qtWTwG4lcaSjUWxe0mr1o_QBEy0no9T_8LgA1wlQ9i-BVdcdazUe2qwt7TsIVSNsJOfTio0FasCDV7zC2nDpEccgxan_Xs7WUqnj_IGkaTEpZUM05RhA4t_5bbB6ZsXVip/s640/blogger-image-1125284335.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And my little guy is developing so much personality. He now walks with his hands on his hips. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJSFgF-BiNro-A4FH3DQ7WRlMhbbA3OQaxu63WoZncaNINwQTVXOSQONlsDOLso2d_FEb8gV4AzcvwPCNuaWrtH648bl4eAgLwhRNCPebpCyxwQ1va0WV4isaHQypQes0UTGL0l0rS6ni/s640/blogger-image--1821800933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJSFgF-BiNro-A4FH3DQ7WRlMhbbA3OQaxu63WoZncaNINwQTVXOSQONlsDOLso2d_FEb8gV4AzcvwPCNuaWrtH648bl4eAgLwhRNCPebpCyxwQ1va0WV4isaHQypQes0UTGL0l0rS6ni/s640/blogger-image--1821800933.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Did I tell you he's moving up in classrooms next week for his birthday? That another sob story for another day. </div><div><br></div><div>For now, I have to go deal with the pork, cheesy fries. </div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-85449778691027873392015-10-11T00:24:00.001-04:002015-10-11T00:24:03.160-04:00The ViewSometimes you need a view like this to reboot.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSeATFMSYwZpj7IFZs5IH4UBYPRtUhoxbBeW-m1yxZZT5g1ADVaOpBm0sgnmQrMTh96SNa6dIFzJbFXD6abRJOvM50uP9nMo2uABDfJzOQw9AYlKoeRxYpvLK6gjPUhKW_QaKuq_pl0ry/s640/blogger-image--648707299.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSeATFMSYwZpj7IFZs5IH4UBYPRtUhoxbBeW-m1yxZZT5g1ADVaOpBm0sgnmQrMTh96SNa6dIFzJbFXD6abRJOvM50uP9nMo2uABDfJzOQw9AYlKoeRxYpvLK6gjPUhKW_QaKuq_pl0ry/s640/blogger-image--648707299.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Beautiful.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-72660719725641985782015-10-06T22:23:00.001-04:002015-10-06T22:26:02.152-04:00VacationI can't be the only one who gets giddy with excitement when I know vacation days are coming up. I only have to work 2 more days and then I'm home free for a solid week! <div><br></div><div>This is how J feels about it...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiy_N43Nj1pxND0A6BTCBDYPY5Fzj9vnAI-4ocjvBpakf52Rxv4sD7dhaYKW8mL5kqqRiiSSVHhJ12oyx-lKmX7K3SK0XcD9H9YFgFYZaSVNnnXUO8oxCvJfA44uox1T0uJTVQBzkUIH1V/s640/blogger-image-1138481909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiy_N43Nj1pxND0A6BTCBDYPY5Fzj9vnAI-4ocjvBpakf52Rxv4sD7dhaYKW8mL5kqqRiiSSVHhJ12oyx-lKmX7K3SK0XcD9H9YFgFYZaSVNnnXUO8oxCvJfA44uox1T0uJTVQBzkUIH1V/s640/blogger-image-1138481909.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Well, we were actually practicing his smile again for school pictures. Unfortunately, B taught him how to wink and now when you ask for a smile, half of his face crinkles up. </div><div><br></div><div>We've got a long way to go.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-86672297179052319912015-10-05T22:05:00.001-04:002015-10-05T22:05:19.618-04:00Smile PracticeJ has school pictures in a week. When you ask him to smile, he blinks his eyes. I'm sure B taught him this but I haven't figured out how just yet. <div><br></div><div>Yesterday, the little guy was sick so I decided to take a moment and practice his smile. I have found that asking him to show you his teeth works.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WP9DYOcvKsI2xSDCxN9vdEIGnNNWUr3NIFZRAnUC2nTAbeJPA202lLu7cyev5FVVSBuP0nUdSS9v83VapEvZvQd9bmjf45k5A9I0dzTAvNm_UEeCkWg2eu8VhXIpn1sBLeTTm9EYV-sW/s640/blogger-image-132738038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WP9DYOcvKsI2xSDCxN9vdEIGnNNWUr3NIFZRAnUC2nTAbeJPA202lLu7cyev5FVVSBuP0nUdSS9v83VapEvZvQd9bmjf45k5A9I0dzTAvNm_UEeCkWg2eu8VhXIpn1sBLeTTm9EYV-sW/s640/blogger-image-132738038.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I may need to assist with pictures. </div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-6708956692835648192015-10-03T23:01:00.001-04:002015-10-03T23:01:53.935-04:00Retail TherapyWhere is Noah and his arc? It has seriously rained for 40 days and 40 nights. The pond in the front yard is so full that the water is spilling into the overflow pipe to keep from flooding out the yard. My main concern? The elephant ear bulbs that I planted this year are going to rot if it doesn't dry up soon. <div><br></div><div>I felt so old walking up the driveway this morning, complaining about how my bulbs are going to rot. </div><div><br></div><div>Either way, all of this rain has brought on some retail therapy. Why not, right? So we bought a new couch and chair. Sorry, 1/2 chair. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblj4DGCGNyZZgdm4SUsUZquPABtmg502wb0ovMM3WjHXaq6zxZNB9k531cQ2GqL4HLLOTN_TNh8wQoiMIjeOTuhw6m0zMhawDdKYEjpyIXWR0lIgYPaEvmdFlovvIb89AcWVGQkq6ox0H/s640/blogger-image--804047868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblj4DGCGNyZZgdm4SUsUZquPABtmg502wb0ovMM3WjHXaq6zxZNB9k531cQ2GqL4HLLOTN_TNh8wQoiMIjeOTuhw6m0zMhawDdKYEjpyIXWR0lIgYPaEvmdFlovvIb89AcWVGQkq6ox0H/s640/blogger-image--804047868.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Not a great picture but me and B are still fighting over his chair. I think it needs to be retired to the basement and he doesn't see thing my way. He'll come around.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-20522671530599722662015-10-02T23:44:00.001-04:002015-10-02T23:44:29.099-04:00SleepI wish I could sleep like they do...<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxgPyYEv18D_J7kDSmqogG7VJ0YB5NuCnBsrjObuFG9lJ7knVEIFRwE4E0ngYMClQk9DfETIfcDvMQTOtW-eGUCxaE7WQ59kWQ-SffEnWDlmScD6SKvdNZ-GgVx_LnDHIi1kgM8nurBqP/s640/blogger-image-260546192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDxgPyYEv18D_J7kDSmqogG7VJ0YB5NuCnBsrjObuFG9lJ7knVEIFRwE4E0ngYMClQk9DfETIfcDvMQTOtW-eGUCxaE7WQ59kWQ-SffEnWDlmScD6SKvdNZ-GgVx_LnDHIi1kgM8nurBqP/s640/blogger-image-260546192.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkt2T1BPpueJ3rAZ3NY9P7b9ZexLlXtbMT84X4jsRIDNj44snGO44reJfB6Hl-7scb6k4Sms8ZNuxAFwvJz-_ktAvtVjrZg__jBIsrTMpaCRIW-JPu6UqdzpLQGuvVrjOeifIh6ZpYjGJ/s640/blogger-image--122663413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkt2T1BPpueJ3rAZ3NY9P7b9ZexLlXtbMT84X4jsRIDNj44snGO44reJfB6Hl-7scb6k4Sms8ZNuxAFwvJz-_ktAvtVjrZg__jBIsrTMpaCRIW-JPu6UqdzpLQGuvVrjOeifIh6ZpYjGJ/s640/blogger-image--122663413.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Nap time gets a little intense around here.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-65542305604773636542015-10-01T21:51:00.001-04:002015-10-01T21:51:21.854-04:00He Loves Him<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGfMxR1sVF-7l3BlFuBH9brgFWr6wKzfqt6ubq8LS9XSCfb7xbTca6Xu36HGnPmKkYzipWSArCmPK2vAn8-K1w2dI16bP8BOW_G3evzhOSiOMfFFFoMfzy2VQRiZrt80yGU8-2FQZtQ_l/s640/blogger-image--1235102770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGfMxR1sVF-7l3BlFuBH9brgFWr6wKzfqt6ubq8LS9XSCfb7xbTca6Xu36HGnPmKkYzipWSArCmPK2vAn8-K1w2dI16bP8BOW_G3evzhOSiOMfFFFoMfzy2VQRiZrt80yGU8-2FQZtQ_l/s640/blogger-image--1235102770.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Does anyone else see the tiny kitty paw near B's armpit? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They are so cute together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I could hear Kitty from across the room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Thanks for making me a dining room, safe out of view of the dog. And thank you for protecting me from the mini you that insists on grabbing me by the intestines. I will love you forever."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And for the record. This is the Kitty Cat Cafe...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UMlSqb68mGywfNezHfdpfjW86F2mzn4Yae9srWmIbF8pf3eUVcMWhYcRSqy5GeCjboich2NA6O8nuWVct2qgojNBmF25SPefJnn3RxmUAvdXciONFovvEUC4IiLgQ8ZQC_Zw25shgPXZ/s640/blogger-image-1605052260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UMlSqb68mGywfNezHfdpfjW86F2mzn4Yae9srWmIbF8pf3eUVcMWhYcRSqy5GeCjboich2NA6O8nuWVct2qgojNBmF25SPefJnn3RxmUAvdXciONFovvEUC4IiLgQ8ZQC_Zw25shgPXZ/s640/blogger-image-1605052260.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-31947497550313569112015-09-29T21:27:00.001-04:002015-09-29T21:27:36.040-04:00My FavoriteHa! You thought you'd see a picture of J or B. WRONG!! Mama has priorities. <div><br></div><div>Rainy days like this make me want to curl up in bed with a good movie, a stick of chocolate chip cookie dough and this lovely drink...</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuQktejS8Stx6lwTXhrIDSwt98J9U4ofoU03fFtspzVqq31K2kZHjilhA49LH4FQe5f7NGlI2oEDtDe3M49A9UrhSj_QS7oRLtINeDPMC0t41zOrkAz1e7ax_G66ncB1kk5eC9WWW5tE0/s640/blogger-image--395326212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuQktejS8Stx6lwTXhrIDSwt98J9U4ofoU03fFtspzVqq31K2kZHjilhA49LH4FQe5f7NGlI2oEDtDe3M49A9UrhSj_QS7oRLtINeDPMC0t41zOrkAz1e7ax_G66ncB1kk5eC9WWW5tE0/s640/blogger-image--395326212.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Not really a pretty picture but that's ok. The drink speaks for itself. </div><div><br></div><div>This is apple cider, whipped caramel vodka and a dash of nutmeg. </div><div><br></div><div>I shall call it, Pre Thanksgiving Calories.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176236540915376369.post-88451660039178710632015-09-28T22:54:00.001-04:002015-09-28T22:54:51.538-04:00Unsupervised Phones and ProjectsI was bathing J tonight and my phone was left unsupervised.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8K0MkvVbrftwUhblA1P2O34Em5fCPWd77cn2l27Kxrwtn3KNBQB-VXelDzytE3mzk0GFSZJZ_jN083iHNMucsFt8-yeEVzmfjEz0qOsKDAhczkUm1f-TqnMnOudkSL0fTLMLgdM4SWbzJ/s640/blogger-image--830236441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8K0MkvVbrftwUhblA1P2O34Em5fCPWd77cn2l27Kxrwtn3KNBQB-VXelDzytE3mzk0GFSZJZ_jN083iHNMucsFt8-yeEVzmfjEz0qOsKDAhczkUm1f-TqnMnOudkSL0fTLMLgdM4SWbzJ/s640/blogger-image--830236441.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Oh yeah. That happened. </div><div><br></div><div>And when I tried to run away to work on a project, I had a follower. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdlgzt62Sh-GUjHOtYQQhXh3l9iTLNersFq_RPZl5Cnb_K2Sv8O3WTCg3_87yXpsRwFx4zYzpjxfPcGiLlxL3d_L3WkxFmRxLmtWC1i4BlbTN9bePbkkhRHdRRR8zMM4Bknz8XuyQ3tPOr/s640/blogger-image--1869583947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdlgzt62Sh-GUjHOtYQQhXh3l9iTLNersFq_RPZl5Cnb_K2Sv8O3WTCg3_87yXpsRwFx4zYzpjxfPcGiLlxL3d_L3WkxFmRxLmtWC1i4BlbTN9bePbkkhRHdRRR8zMM4Bknz8XuyQ3tPOr/s640/blogger-image--1869583947.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It makes it infinitely harder.</div><div><br></div><div>-W</div>Whitney Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14919670968667520486noreply@blogger.com0