tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53115687159723373122012-01-25T07:42:18.833-08:00Random Pieces from Our Crazy LifeMacksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.comBlogger1521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-7415888141450228312011-06-15T09:46:00.001-07:002011-06-15T10:48:00.723-07:00

We have interesting sibling dynamics in our house. We have the two oldest girls, very close in age, who share a room, toys, books, almost everything, simply because of their closeness. They are good friends, but of course there is the hint of competition between them that you would naturally suspect. Then there's the youngest girl, the tag-a-long, who wants to do everything they do and doesn't

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Mack's parents threw him a surprise party for his seventeenth birthday. I'm not quite sure how I ended up there, as our friendship had only just begun. But nevertheless, there I was, with some other friends from church and a handful of friends from his school. I don't remember many details. I know I met his sister and her family for the first time, but I barely remember that, except for how

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Some friends and I are doing a study on the book "Choosing Gratitude" by Nancy Leigh DeMoss. I was kind of skeptical going into this book- viewing gratitude as one of those "icing on the cake" kind of spiritual attributes, but certainly not as "important" as service, patience, unconditional love, etc. I actually wondered how someone was going to write a 150 page book on the concept of being

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My kids always have loads of questions about marriage. Here is a sampling (followed by what's going on in Mom's head):~How old do you have to be to get married? (Umm... well... depends who you ask)~How old were you when you got married? (Yay- that's an easy one!)~Then why does Dad say we have to wait 'til we're 30? ('Cause he's silly)~What does engaged mean? (Another easy one, yay!)~Can you have

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I do not get the current hairstyles of today's male youth. We work with the teens at our church, so I see the variety of "styles" weekly at least. The bushy hair that has no shape and hasn't seen a styling product in who knows how long. Or the plastered-down-over-the-forehead-and-ears-like-a-helmet look. Or the long "bangs" swept to the side, which are possibly a worse contribution to society by

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A wide-spread "complaint" I've noticed among married women is that their husbands don't "just listen" to them, but instead feel like they have to "fix" things- offer solutions, point out what the woman should have done to avoid the problematic situation, etc. I too am guilty of this complaint, this way of thinking. I want to unload whatever problem I am having, or emotion I am feeling, onto my

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In keeping with this year's theme of "Simplicity," I've been trying to focus on simple things that I love and am thankful for. Last night, Mack came home from work, then left again to go help a friend clear the snow from his driveway. Only a few minutes after he left, my phone rang. It was Mack. "I just wanted to tell you that I love you." And that was it; no other purpose for the call. I

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I went to bed with a funny little cough last night. By 10:00 this morning, I felt pretty lousy. Cough, headache, body aches, the works. I took some meds and laid down for a bit, my mind defying my body to be sick. Finally somewhere around 2:00 this afternoon I called Mack to ask if we could celebrate Valentine's Day another day. As I dialed the phone, I remembered a Valentine's Day years ago. I

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That's the total number of Valentines needed by my four children for exchanges at church and school. Yes, that's right. 165. I'm not going to say that it's ridiculous, but it's ridiculous.

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Thank you so much for getting the hint when I left your hair clippings in my sink until you got home last night. You did an excellent job cleaning them up. There are not many things in this world that gross me out, but other people's hair is one of them. Even when it's yours.Appreciatively yours,Wife

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I love it that you cut your own hair to save time and money. However, I do not love it when you leave the clippings in my bathroom sink.Respectfully yours,Wife

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I have made numerous allusions to my basement recently. Let me see if I can more aptly paint a word picture for you, since I am too prideful to post actual pictures. Our basement is unfinished (concrete floor, concrete walls) and as large as the downstairs of our house. It will someday be, Lord willing, one awesome recreational space. But right now, it looks like a tornado ripped through.

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Little One somehow became convinced that the Packers were going to be playing the big game at our house last night. Evidently the Superbowl was to be played in our backyard or something. She woke up yesterday morning, almost tearful, saying, "Mommy, why did the Packers leave in the middle of the night? Now we'll never get to see them play football!" I'm still not sure why she ever thought they

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It was Packers Day at school today, in honor of their trip to the Super Bowl. C-Ray has been asking for a Packers shirt for quite some time, but I had yet to buy him one. He was set with a green shirt to wear though, and was happy and content. He commented to me this morning, "Mom, if you ever do get me a Packer shirt, don't get me the quarterback. I want one with a bigger number." I replied, "

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After a brief blogging hiatus due to travels and out of town visitors, I shall share with you the first teeny-tiny babystep in my efforts to purge and declutter. I took down my Christmas tree during the first half of January. This is an accomplishment in and of itself. The year Apple was born, on December 27, the tree didn't come down until the day before Valentine's Day. In fact, removing it

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So Mack really hates it when I blog funny things about him, but this morning was so typically "us" that I just have to. I set my alarm for 5:30 this morning with grand intentions of going to the Y to work out before the rest of the family had to be up. I do this frequently, but I NEVER actually get up, so I did not mention my intentions to Mack, knowing that he would tease me if I didn't follow

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-59073692960128661792011-01-07T12:47:00.001-08:002011-01-07T13:02:59.459-08:00

So, in my pursuit of Simplicity this year, one of the things I mentioned was downsizing our digital media diet. So, my first initiative of the year was to re-institute "No Media Thursdays." For the kids and me, this means no recreational computering, video games, or television. We did the same thing last year, for a few months, but let it slide once summer vacation came around. There was some

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-11138628574291421352011-01-05T11:16:00.000-08:002011-01-05T11:45:16.347-08:00

So, I don't know if anyone reads my blog. Oh wait, there's nothing to read, because I haven't posted in almost a year. But I do enjoy writing, if blogging can actually be called that. And my husband encourages me to do it, so with new resolve, I shall blog this year.Last year, I gave up on traditional New Year's Resolutions. I decided that I was just setting myself up for failure. We all know

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-72604027751768208042010-02-24T12:50:00.000-08:002010-02-24T12:54:05.756-08:00

Friends and family,Just as added precaution in this world of cyber-lunatics, I am trying to make my blog more anonymous- removing our actual names and replacing them with nicknames, which might take awhile, but I think should be done. If you can't keep track of who's who, see the sidebar section called "My Cast of Characters" for reference.

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So, I keep having people tell me I should write a book. Not sure I have the talent or the drive to do that, but if I do, I now have 2 ideas with working titles, thanks to some dear friends and hilarious dinner conversation. "Cheesesticks & Chicken Nuggets" and "Soup is Not a Meal."

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We have added a new pet to the household. Faithie really disliked one of her Christmas presents from us, so I told her she could take it back to WalMart for a store credit. She chose to use that credit to buy a Betta fish, tank, and accessories. She named her fish Prince Charming as we walked through the store. When we got into the van, she said, "Mom, I think the people at WalMart named this

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In my previous post, I mentioned my impending trip to the Dominican Republic. Mack and I go on a "beachy" trip every year about this time, through work. It would be a strong statement to say that we are "forced" to go, but it would be an accurate statement to say that Mack has to pay for it whether we go or not. The destination was decided about 6 months ago, and I have already vacillated between

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Every night when I tuck C-Ray into bed, I wait to hear what questions he will ask. Tonight's questions were paricularly extensive. Here is what I can remember:-What causes earthquakes?-What do earthquakes look like?-Does the ground crack open?-Should we go in the basement if there's an earthquake?-Should we go outside if there is an earthquake?-Can tornados suck up houses?-Do tornados cause

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This is very random, but I ran across this quote by C.S. Lewis and liked it. I wanted to keep it, but knew I would just lose it if I wrote it down somewhere, so I am putting it here. I like what it says about the kind of love that you grow into, the kind that keeps your marriage running, is a conscious choice, a habit to be reinforced, rather than just a feeling.Being in love is a good thing,

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-21782347193633836172010-01-14T13:45:00.000-08:002010-02-24T12:58:47.690-08:00

I was greeted in front of the school today by Faithie (age 8) with this: "Hi Mom. Guess what. I think Simon likes me. Like really likes me. He always wants to be my reading partner, and sit by me at lunch and talk to me the whole time, and he sang me this song today while we were putting our coats on (sings the song for me)." My response? "Don't tell your father."Simon is known in my little mind

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Our older kids have started to ask why my answer is often, "Just because I said so." Perhaps I just don't feel like I really need to explain to them why they can't eat cookies a half hour before dinner, or ride their bike in the snow, or stay up until 10:00 on a school night. Or perhaps I believe they just need to accept authority for the sake of authority, without always having a reason. In "

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I can't believe I haven't blogged since early June. Mack keeps telling me I should keep it up, that he misses it. I guess I feel like I should have something profound to say, or at the very least funny, and I guess I just don't feel that I have had anything to say that meets that description. Or if I do, life goes by too fast to sit down and process it.Well, our 3 "big kids" are all in school now

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-37731604382035409302009-06-03T08:58:00.000-07:002010-08-05T07:58:33.372-07:00

So I am the world's worst blogger. No posts, no pictures. In my busyness, I forget about it. Same old stuff here- kids keep me busy, they say and do cute things but I forget to write them down, only 2 more days of school for the summer! We've been to Nebraska, we've been to Minnesota, planning to go camping in a few weeks, Mack and I will go to Seattle and California at the end of June and my mom

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-51513857969253905352009-04-27T17:01:00.000-07:002010-02-24T13:01:59.147-08:00

Well, we had an incident today involving, C-Ray, the cat, and the birds in a confined space. The birds are fine, but Mom was traumatized enough that she decided it was finally time for the birdies to find a new home. I have arrangements with a lady who is supposed to come and get them tomorrow. I broke the news to Faithie, who cried her eyes out and locked herself in a room with them to "spend

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-78868375801843464082009-04-24T08:13:00.002-07:002010-02-24T13:02:21.808-08:00

"There were 3 little pigs. One had a house made of bricks, one had a house made of sticks, and one had a house made of straws."Can't you just picture in his little 5 year old mind a house built out of thousands of drinking straws?

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I have decided that there must be a flashing neon sign above my bedroom door that says, "Please Come In and Wake Me Up." The curious thing about this sign is that it is only visible between the hours of 1 AM to 5 AM and to people under the age of 8. How Little One can see it from her crib, I'll never know. Maybe it sends out an audible signal to her. We seriously need a king-sized bed so a child

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-65386445625035559682009-04-11T06:06:00.000-07:002010-02-24T13:03:36.769-08:00

C-Ray was heading out to play with the girls yesterday, with his pirate sword in hand. As he was leaving, I said, "Cool sword, buddy."C-Ray replied, "Thanks, Mom."Me- "Are you going to protect your sisters with it outside?"C-Ray- "No. Why would I do that?"But on the flipside, he gets upset if any of us "girls" opens or holds a door while we are out, because that's "a boy job." Maybe there's hope.

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-88374455758502710772009-03-28T12:05:00.000-07:002010-08-05T08:00:01.528-07:00

Apple's favorite job to help with is washing dishes. I told her that was very convenient because it is my least favorite job. Anyway, this time Little One wanted to "help." They were SO cute! Smiles! I love Little One on her knees here- trying to get a better reach

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For those who can't keep up, Little One is our youngest- she is about 20 months right now. Apple is our second-born- she is 6. The other day, I was upstairs sorting laundry, and Apple and Little One were downstairs in our dining room. The spot where I was sitting provided me full access to hear everything going on with them. Apple was working on her Valentines for her class, and Little One kept

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-64293277515930899222009-01-22T17:30:00.001-08:002009-01-22T17:31:54.771-08:00

A four year old boy plus a can of soda stolen from the fridge without permission plus a cable box will result in an inconvenient trip to the cable store to get a new one.

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Yesterday, Little One was laying on the floor while I changed her diaper. Apple was sitting next to her, showing her a book of animals and telling her what each says. Little One was doing a great little job repeating all of her moos, quacks, and chirps. Then Apple coughed, and Little One repeated her with the cutest little fake cough!

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-47418343774173603032009-01-22T17:26:00.000-08:002010-08-05T08:03:32.711-07:00

A follow-up note to the story of C-Ray saying that the cleaning aisle at Wal-Mart smelled like Aunt J: Apple was not with us that day and had no idea that he had ever made that comment. She did come with us this week, and as we walked down that aisle, she said, "Mom, it smells really good right here. It smells like Aunt J's house!"

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-68704318361311236622009-01-19T07:28:00.000-08:002010-02-24T13:47:05.447-08:00

This morning, as I was combing Faithie's hair for school, she asks me, "Mom, did they have a vaccine for chickenpox when you were born?" I replied, "No, it hadn't been invented yet." Her answer? "Yeah, I didn't think so. We learned in school that way back in the old days, like when you were little, they didn't have the vaccine for chickenpox yet." Gee, thanks...

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Some recent conversations with C-Ray:We were in his room getting pj's on. Mack had indeed come home, but I'm not sure if Colin saw him or not.Colin: "It smells like Dad is home."Me: "Oh really? What does Dad smell like?"Colin: "Strawberries."At Wal-Mart (the very next day), we were walking down the cleaning/air fresheners aisle.Colin: "Mmmm... it smells good right here."Me: "What does it smell

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-69771702487879774822008-12-31T10:09:00.000-08:002008-12-31T10:14:13.531-08:00

I thought this picture captured Christmas to a child so perfectly- sheer joy and pure wonder all wrapped up in a bow underneath a twinkling Christmas tree.Below are some other fun "faces" of my family on Christmas morning.

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-55116430061506979922008-12-31T10:03:00.001-08:002008-12-31T10:07:41.147-08:00

"I can't believe I actually got something that was on my list!" "Dad says we better get this paper cleaned up NOW if we want our last present!" "I like it, but it's not doing anything yet." "I like it, but I really can't figure it out."

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-6260683225094370562008-12-31T09:47:00.000-08:002008-12-31T10:09:44.098-08:00

"It's too early and I need some coffee." "I have no idea what's going on, but someone with a camera called my name so I guess I'll look at them." "If I could just figure out how to get these skates apart, I could really have some fun." "Look out, world- here I come!"

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-81932058688727738552008-12-31T09:15:00.000-08:002010-08-05T08:07:39.949-07:00

We've had a marvelous Christmas/birthdays/New Year's week. We had our first Christmas with "just us." While it was very different and a little sad to not be surrounded by moms, dads, brothers, sisters, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins, it was also nice to be home and show the kids that tradition isn't just something that we do with our "big" family, but that is important when it's "just us,"

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-47080148063563727142008-12-21T10:04:00.001-08:002008-12-21T10:05:09.113-08:00

As I am blogging, my husband says I will soon be blogging about my upset husband who is waiting for his Sunday dinner. So I am. :)

Macksgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07777689701748360521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311568715972337312.post-25710685789004828202008-12-21T09:56:00.001-08:002010-08-05T08:08:35.343-07:00

Our little bookworm was very excited to get some "Boxcar Children" books Fun Christmas socks Books for AppleLittle One was too little to open her own gifts last year, so this was her first "real" Christmas experience.C-Ray and some candy. Although he was kind of a sour puss. His initial response to every gift he opened was "Oh Pickles!"

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-The other day C-Ray pronounced Jesus, "King of the Juice"-At Wal-Mart, C-Ray asked for some random toy. I told him maybe Santa would bring it to him. He replied, "Mom, don't be silly. Santa would never bring me that." Smart kid.-We are going through the "What God Wants for Christmas" set. It's very neat- there is a little cardboard stable and 7 nights of little "gifts." Each gift is a different

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Apple reaching way up! Little One helpingSo cute!

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that I'm way behind on blogging. Let's see... what is new? We traveled to Washington state for a week to celebrate Mack's dad's retirement with the entire family. My mom, dad, brother, and sister-in-law came for Thanksgiving. Good times were had on both occasions. Someday I'll upload some pictures. What else? Apple has her first loose tooth, and is loving kindergarten. Little One, at almost 18

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Apple: "C-Ray, you have to wait until I get my cow hat on, THEN you can milk me!"I could try to explain it, but there are just no words...

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So we decided to make a quick trip to Minnesota for Labor Day weekend. Mack's car that he leased before we moved needed to be returned, so we decided it just made sense to go then, what with the holiday and all.Mack took the three big kids in his car and I took Little One with me in the van, which was a fair trade since the air conditioning in the van (which we already got fixed one time this

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So the back part of our backyard used to be a huge patch of "native grasses and wildflowers." Thanks to my great gardening skills, it turned into a huge patch of weeds under my care! It drove me crazy, so this summer we tore it all out and had a lannonstone patio laid and firepit built. It turned out really nice and we have really enjoyed using it the past month. Most of these pics are more

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Faithie turned 7 on August 12th. Mack took the afternoon off, and we went iceskating, then came home and "decorated," then had cake and presents after dinner. Opening the first present... A Disney Princess alarm clock from Grandma and Grandpa Mack. It projects stars onto the ceiling, and the alarm tone is a princess singing. Faithie loves it that she can set her alarm and get up on her own for

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Who's idea was it to have parakeets as pets? Let me see how I can put this so that the astute can read through the lines. Mack and I came home from a meeting Monday night and BlueSky was... "sick" in the bottom of his cage. Not wanting her to wake up to this discovery on her first day of school, we told Faithie how we had to take him to the "vet," then Daddy "brought him home" last night after he

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I really like this top picture- she looks so cute! Oh wait, I don't think I'm supposed to say that... All set with her new backpack, lunchbox, and outfit. I think that's really why they like going to school- they get new stuff! The crew, ready to leave for school drop-off. Her "spot" for coat and backpack in the hall. With her teacher, Mrs. Patch. She skipped right into class with no hesitation

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Faithie had a great first day of school. She wasn't nervous or timid at all. She was so excited that she had her own desk now, rather than sitting at a table like kindergarten. She came home and said, "Mom, Mrs. Hofman is really nice, just like Mrs. Patch was." She was also glad to see her friends. She has a "reading test" today, which should be no big deal for her- her reading skills are pretty

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I saw that quote on a friend's blog yesterday, and it captures perfectly how I'm feeling today. Faithie had her first day of first grade yesterday, and Peanut started kindergarten today. Here I am at home with just C-Ray and Little One. I would say that it is very quiet here now, but in reality it's not. The two of them are making just as much noise as all four usually do right now. But I

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Upon further reflection and introspection, Mack now remembers the conversation in question with C-Ray. He claims that he told C-Ray that it's okay if he drips on the toilet as long as he gets a piece of tissue and wipes it up. Looks like C-Ray is already a typical male- he has both messy toilet habits AND selective hearing!

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Upon reading my previous post, my husband was incensed and denies the accusation. I guess I'll believe him. So, to all of you readers, Mack did NOT tell C-Ray it was okay to drip on the toilet, but I am leaving the post up because the simple fact that C-Ray would make that up for my benefit is hilarious!

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... potty, that is.Yesterday morning C-Ray was in the bathroom going potty while I was washing my hands. He finished and was trying to make sure all the "drips" had been removed. He comments, "Mommy, Daddy said it's okay if the drips land on that," as he points to the rim around the toilet bowl. Are you kidding me?? There is a conversation waiting to happen with my husband :)

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Just an FYI for all of you avid Big Mack & Fries followers out there (lol). We had Sunshine for all of 5 days before she mysteriously dropped dead last Friday night. Mack took Faithie the next morning to the pet shop to get a new parakeet. He is a very pretty blue one, and very young, so he should last awhile. She named him BlueSky. Pictures to follow as soon as I take some...The moral to this

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Faithie has been saving her money to buy a pet bird for herself. She finally saved enough and we went to get this parakeet on Sunday afternoon. She (maybe?) is solid yellow, which is a little unusual for a parakeet and really is beautiful. Faithie named her Sunshine and is SO proud of her very own pet!

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Mack took C-Ray's training wheels off of his bike this weekend. They're all growing up...Here's a video of one of the first solo rides- he hadn't quite figured out how to stop without falling over. He's pretty much got it down now- only a few scraped elbows and knees so far!

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Swimming at Grandma and Grandpa's house in Texas last week...C-Ray jumping off the ladder Apple and Grandma hanging outFaithie and Daddy- I think she is prepping to flip backwards off his shoulders...Good times had by all!

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This morning C-Ray came into the kitchen and announced to me, "Mom, I got dressed all by myself today. Dad didn't even help me." Teasing him, I responded, "Wow C-Ray. Pretty grown up. Are you gonna move out, get your own place?" His reply: "No, I don't know where my church clothes are."While playing outside today the kids discovered a piece of pizza "forgotten" out in the playset during an

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So here we are in the great state of Texas. One of the highlights of a trip to Texas is riding on the tractor and Grandma and Grandpa Amack's house. Usually this means riding on Grandpa's lap, but today he decided that the kids were big enough to try driving it on their own. They did great and had a blast! And all of Grandpa's bushes are still intact... Oh, and swimsuits and floaties are not

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We spent the first part of our Fourth yesterday at a picnic at my parent's church. Going to it is a bittersweet, sentimental kind of fun for me. I remember those Fourth of July picnics in my upper elementary and middle school years. Now, if I get the chance to go as an adult, a small part of me immediately reverts back to an akward 12 year old, and I have to remind myself that I am a 29 year old

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Yesterday we went to a friend's house to swim. My friend's daughter Hampster is 14 and is great with the kids. This is her jumping off the edge with them... Just floating around Jumping again... And again...This is the first "big pool" where C-Ray has been able to touch the bottom. He decided all on his own to take off his floatie and try swimming. He took off like a fish! When we got back inside

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Well it just happened. I knew it was going to. Faithie just lost her other upper eyetooth, so she has four in a row missing up top. It looks hilarious!

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Every year for Father's Day, I try to take some new pics of the kids for Big Mack to hang in his office. These are some of the better ones we came up with time.

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Faithie has lost 7 teeth in the past 10 months. The adult teeth for the first 2 that she lost are about halfway in. The other 5? Completely empty. The two most recent "losses" occured the same day. She lost one upper front tooth Saturday morning, then the eye tooth next to it that afternoon- Little One knocked it out. I mean, it was loose anyway and Little One just bumped it out while they were

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I went to Wal-Mart today. With all four kids. I wonder if I will ever go to Wal-Mart again and NOT be the lady with all the rowdy kids that all the other shoppers are staring at. I also wonder if I will ever go to Wal-Mart again without fighting the urge to cry by the time I am finished. C-Ray was unusually rowdy, even for himself. Little One screamed at the top of her lungs the ENTIRE time I was

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We took the kids to fly kites on Saturday down at Lake Michigan. I came home with a few pulled muscles in the vicinity of my ribcage, a rope burn, a blood blister under my fingernail on my right index finger, and the heel of my left hand completely bruised. Yes, from a kite. Don't think I'll be signing up for the Milwaukee Kite Festival anytime soon, but the kids had a blast. Oh, and a sunburn...

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Last week, C-Ray and I were both sitting in the family room. He was on the couch, doing absolutely nothing, and I was on the floor, spraying Shout on just about every article of clothing the kids own.Anyway, he says to me, "Mom, I want to watch a show."Appalled by his lack of manners, I coached him until he asked the "right way."Then, he says, "Mom, get the remote and turn one on."Very frustrated

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The Fab Four :) She wasn't quite sure what to do with her first Easter basket- until she discovered that she could pull all the grass out and make a big mess!

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Yesterday C-Raywas in the bathroom with me while I fixed my hair- a somewhat lengthy process, as anyone who attempts to straighten naturally wavy hair will tell you. Anyway, when I arrived at the end of my little "hair-journey," I commented to him, "C-Ray, Mom's having a good hair day today." He looks in the mirror and says, "Yeah, so am I."On a similar note, as I combed Apple's hair into

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During halftime, all the kids in the stadium can go down onto the field. So, here are the kiddos (with Daddy and Uncle M) doing just that!Mack and the kids on the field Uncle M with Apple and C-RayUncle M with Faithie C-Ray with all the cheerleaders. Guess who's idea this was?

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Mack, his dad, and our good friend Rob, waiting for the gates to open Mack and C-Ray- self-portrait Wife and Little One- hanging out, literally Mack and Faithie- self-portrait Mack and Apple- self-portrait. I guess he couldn't get anyone to take a picture of him??

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The best part about our trip to the Nebraska Spring Game is that Nate's parents come up from Texas, his brother Matt and sister-in-law Julie come down from Minnesota, and we get to spend a long weekend together. This year we even spent a day with Nate's grandparents and some aunts, uncles, and cousins.Grandma with Mikayla and AutumnGrandma and KendraGrandpa and Autumn

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Great-Grandma with Faithie and C-Ray Great-Grandpa and Little One Four generations... Mack and his grandma Mack and his grandpa- the insurance guys :)Mack's mom is the oldest of eight children, and Grandma and Grandpa had the discipline thing DOWN back in the day and well behaved children are kind of a big thing to them. In addition, Mack's grandma has Parkinson's and is pretty feeble these days.

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Faithie dragging Little One across the floor C-Ray being pleasant C-Ray sitting still Little One chugging an entire bottle of Dr. Pepper... Just kidding. Ha- actually, they were VERY good during their day at their great-grandparents' house- Amazing.

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As I sit typing, Apple just came in and said to me, "Mom, I need some dollars so I can buy you a Mother's Day Present."

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We sat at dinner not long ago and Faithie informs me, "Mom, we learned about 3 new countries in school today! And in two of them, they eat with PORKCHOPS!"

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Sunday, on the way home from church, we listened to the following conversation between our children:Faithie: "Maybe someday we can visit Australia."Apple: "Ew. I don't want to go to Australia. The people there don't wear clothes. That's really gross."

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I know it has been over a month since I've posted anything. I know all of you are waiting breathlessly for any kind of update from the Mack household. I know your lives simply are not complete with no new pictures of or antecdotes about our small fries. I know I am being ridiculous.Anyway, I have no excuse except that our life has been very busy. I even have a new camera, that takes amazing

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I don't care what the name of the amusement park inside of the Mall of America is actually called these days, it will always be Camp Snoopy. But, whatever the name is, the kids loved it!

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I am not the best about documenting "landmark" events, but I have somehow managed to capture on film the first time ALL of our kids pulled themselves up in their crib. Pretty impressive for me :P

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Not long ago, I was in the kitchen and C-Ray came in and gave me an unsolicited kiss on the cheek. He then said, "Here's a kiss for you, Mommy. Don't give it to anyone, but if you lose it, I'll give you another one."

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Little One has been crawling for a few weeks now, thus ending my relative peace concerning our newest addition. She is curious about everything! Her particular favorite is the bag of plastic grocery sacks in the pantry- she loves to pull them out one by one!

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Yesterday, Apple and C-Ray were playing quite nicely together for more than five minutes in Faithie and Apple's room (that event alone is enough to post about, but there is a story to follow). I came upstairs, completely unbeknownst to them, to deposit some laundry in my bedroom (not an event worth posting about).As I came to the top of the stairs, I heard Apple say, "Stupid! Stupid!" I was quite

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No, I don't have any pics to post (sorry) but I do have two funny things the kids have said (sorry again- I am one of "those" parents).We flew to Seattle for Christmas to spend the holiday with Mack's family. On our way home we had a layover in Minneapolis. We got all the kids off the plane and immediately headed for the restrooms. Mack volunteered to take C-Ray with him, and C-Ray actually

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Faithie's first day of school Faithie as a fairyApple as Cinderella C-Ray the shark Little One the pumpkinOkay, so I thought I had dozens of pictures to post in order to get caught up- with everything from pumpkins to Christmas trees. However I have discovered that most of my pictures were deleted from my camera before making it into blog-land. Sadness. But, I've got a few to post and hopefully I

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My mom got these cute aprons for the kids to wear when they "help" in the kitchen. C-Ray has one too- with John Deere tractors on it. The kids love them- thanks Nana! (Please note the lack of teeth in Faithie's mouth) (How grown-up is Apple looking all of a sudden?)

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In October, we made our annual trek to an apple orchard to have some "fall fun." And the kids did indeed have fun doing everything the place had to offer... except for actually picking apples...

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