Sunday, December 27, 2009
My lil' ol Grandma
You've seen on here before some of the things my Grandma Ruthie has said. She once said Papa was good in bed, she's told us of them taking showers together, and so on and so forth. These are things you most definitely don't want to hear coming out of your grandmother's mouth. Well, I believe I seen/heard it all now. My cousin Paige is pretty well endowed, if you know what I mean. She put her heels back on the other night, and Grandma said "Look Paige, I come up to your breasts now". Then she proceeds to motorboat them.....yes, you read that right. My 80 year old grandma is digging her head in my cousin's cleavage. What in the world? So I ask her if she seriously just motorboated Paige's cleavage, and she said "yea, that's bad, huh?" Oh my....I'm still shaking my head over that one. And she done this in front of Kevin, my dad and my cousin Zach. I believe we all had to take a hit off the oxygen mask because we were laughing so hard. These lil' ol people are not always so innocent. :)
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Coby
We have a new member of the family. His name is Coby Tide Dunn, and he was born on October 18th. We adopted him on December 16th. He is black, with a little bit of white on his chest and paws. He is hyper, he bites my hair, and he sleeps on his back. Kinda sounds like Kevin....
Coby is such a sweetie. He lets the kids tote him around all the time, throw his toys all over the house, and let Avery hold him in a headlock.....all without wimpering. I think she may have actually tossed him around like a sack of taters the other night in the playroom....he did run crying to Kevin, but he was OK. I have to admit....I was a little worried.
"Kevin, is he OK? Is he breathing? Is he moving? Kevin, I don't know doggie CPR. What if he's paralyzed?" He just kept laying there, but apparently he made it. Probably just scared the little fella. God love him, he has many more days like that ahead of him living in the Dunn house.
Kevin treats him like a human. He calls him "pecious", that would be "precious" without the letter r. Keep in mind that's what he called all 3 of our kids when they were babies. He has Coby spoiled rotten already. And he never does wrong. Never mind the fact that I have nearly fallen and broken my neck at least 3 times because I have tripped over him, because he likes to walk in between your legs when you're walking. Somehow or another, that was all my fault.
Oh, and guess what, Kevin just walked in the door and the dog beat the kids to welcome him home. :) And he picked Coby right up and asked him how his day was. "Well dad, I ate a little bit. Then I went out and peed and pooped. Then I laid around a little bit. I scratched my ear. Slept. Whined. I ate a little more. Took a cat nap. Then got up and peed again. I let Avery drag me around a few times. I chewed on that stupid red dog that the human brothers call Clifford. Oh, and then, get this...I licked my tail. Now where's my kiss?"
Anywho, I've put some pics below. Hope you enjoy....
It's hard to see him, but he is so sweet and cute.
And here's Avery holding him in a head lock.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Potty Mouth
If you have kids, you know what I mean when I say you never know what's gonna come out of your kid's mouths. And you always fear the worse.
Once again, Brody did not disappoint. He and I are riding home from shopping one day, and a song we had never heard came on the radio. And just as pretty as you please, Brody says "What the hell is this song?" After I compose myself, I explain to Brody that "hell", used in that context, is a bad word. But since he didn't know that, I would let him slide this time. However, if he says it again, he will be punished. He's fine with that.
Fast forward 2 days, and we are sitting in a restaurant in Nashville with the Reed family. The food was a little slow coming out, and Brody is my impatient one. So he proceeds to ask "where the hell is my food?" Cierra and I both react at the same time and ask him what he just said. He tells us, and his daddy calls him over to where he's sitting. I can tell this is NOT going to be good. He gets a whipping in front of everyone. No need to waste the time to take him to the bathroom. He promises to never say it again.
Not even an hour later, we are trying to get in the Opryland entrance. It's not working out so well, so we decide to ride down the street to turn around and go in the other way. So we make our way down the street, and guess what...."Where the hell are we going?" comes blaring from the back seat???? Kevin and I just turn and look at each other and shake our heads. We tell Brody he has to get a mark on "the board". (The board is a punishment thing we have at home to keep up with their misbehavior).
Anyway, long story short....I am disappointed in Brody for the continued use of that word. Especially since we honestly do try not to curse in front of the kids.... But I'm hoping he has learned from all the trouble he has gotten into for it. It could always be worse....he could be cussing out every person he comes in contact with. I always try to find the bright side in things. :)
Once again, Brody did not disappoint. He and I are riding home from shopping one day, and a song we had never heard came on the radio. And just as pretty as you please, Brody says "What the hell is this song?" After I compose myself, I explain to Brody that "hell", used in that context, is a bad word. But since he didn't know that, I would let him slide this time. However, if he says it again, he will be punished. He's fine with that.
Fast forward 2 days, and we are sitting in a restaurant in Nashville with the Reed family. The food was a little slow coming out, and Brody is my impatient one. So he proceeds to ask "where the hell is my food?" Cierra and I both react at the same time and ask him what he just said. He tells us, and his daddy calls him over to where he's sitting. I can tell this is NOT going to be good. He gets a whipping in front of everyone. No need to waste the time to take him to the bathroom. He promises to never say it again.
Not even an hour later, we are trying to get in the Opryland entrance. It's not working out so well, so we decide to ride down the street to turn around and go in the other way. So we make our way down the street, and guess what...."Where the hell are we going?" comes blaring from the back seat???? Kevin and I just turn and look at each other and shake our heads. We tell Brody he has to get a mark on "the board". (The board is a punishment thing we have at home to keep up with their misbehavior).
Anyway, long story short....I am disappointed in Brody for the continued use of that word. Especially since we honestly do try not to curse in front of the kids.... But I'm hoping he has learned from all the trouble he has gotten into for it. It could always be worse....he could be cussing out every person he comes in contact with. I always try to find the bright side in things. :)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Aaahhhhhh......
We took the Lord's Supper this past Sunday at church. It is a very important and meaningful experience that should not ever be taken lightly.
The bread is passed out, and all members of my family take and eat it without any misfortunes. Next, it's time for the passing of the cup....grape juice. They are all passed out, and luckily Kevin helped Brody get his off the tray and set it inside the litte holder that's on the back of the pew in front of us. Good job, dad! There's no way Brody could have held it for the 3-4 minutes it takes for all the cups to be passed out before he could drink his. It would have been on the floor, on the pew in front of us, on my white sweater, the list goes on and on..... Bro. Ray tells us to take and drink, so we do.....and lo and behold, all I hear is a loud "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh". I'll give you one guess as to who that was....yep, it was Brody. Apparently, the grape juice was VERY good. :) I had to chuckle, as did some of the others that were sitting around us. I couldn't believe it, but at the same time, it was so innocent. And it made me realize that maybe we should all feel that good about taking the Lord's Supper.
Until next time.....
The bread is passed out, and all members of my family take and eat it without any misfortunes. Next, it's time for the passing of the cup....grape juice. They are all passed out, and luckily Kevin helped Brody get his off the tray and set it inside the litte holder that's on the back of the pew in front of us. Good job, dad! There's no way Brody could have held it for the 3-4 minutes it takes for all the cups to be passed out before he could drink his. It would have been on the floor, on the pew in front of us, on my white sweater, the list goes on and on..... Bro. Ray tells us to take and drink, so we do.....and lo and behold, all I hear is a loud "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh". I'll give you one guess as to who that was....yep, it was Brody. Apparently, the grape juice was VERY good. :) I had to chuckle, as did some of the others that were sitting around us. I couldn't believe it, but at the same time, it was so innocent. And it made me realize that maybe we should all feel that good about taking the Lord's Supper.
Until next time.....
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
The heart of a child
It's an every day occurrence that my boys fight. Well, when I picked them up at daycare today, it was no different. They are in the back seat arguing and hitting, and I'm driving trying to referee. I finally lose my cool, and in all my infinite wisdom I threaten to call Santa and tell him that he is to take 2 toys off their list. Well, my little smarty britches Brody asks "What's Santa's phone number?" Are you kidding me? Why couldn't he just break out into terrible sobs like he's supposed to? It would have been easier to handle cause that's what I was expecting. But nooooo..... So I decide to ignore the question. That didn't work....
"MOMMA, WHAT IS SANTA'S PHONE NUMBER?" Can't he just be quite? I come up with a quick answer that all momma's and daddy's get the secret phone number when their babies are born. That way, they will always have it. He seemed to accept that. Just when I thought all was good in the Dunn world, I hear Walker sniffling and crying. "Son, what's wrong?" And he says, "Momma, I don't think Santa should bring any of my toys cause we are always mean to each other." OMG....how sweet is that???? I start patting myself on the back thinking I have done a good job teaching my children the concept of gift receiving as being a privilege, not a right. I begin to mentally write my acceptance speech for the "Best Mother of the Year" award when all of the sudden my dear Brody chimes in with "Not me, I want Santa to bring me ALL of my toys!!!" Of course you do son.....thanks for bringing me back to reality.
For a split second, I was feeling good about my parenting skills. And as always, my middle child Brody reminds me that I have a lot of work to do! :) You know, you always hear about the "middle child" syndrome.....well folks, let me tell you, it's TRUE!!!! He is his own breed, he's one of a kind, but I absolutely love him just the way he is. :)
"MOMMA, WHAT IS SANTA'S PHONE NUMBER?" Can't he just be quite? I come up with a quick answer that all momma's and daddy's get the secret phone number when their babies are born. That way, they will always have it. He seemed to accept that. Just when I thought all was good in the Dunn world, I hear Walker sniffling and crying. "Son, what's wrong?" And he says, "Momma, I don't think Santa should bring any of my toys cause we are always mean to each other." OMG....how sweet is that???? I start patting myself on the back thinking I have done a good job teaching my children the concept of gift receiving as being a privilege, not a right. I begin to mentally write my acceptance speech for the "Best Mother of the Year" award when all of the sudden my dear Brody chimes in with "Not me, I want Santa to bring me ALL of my toys!!!" Of course you do son.....thanks for bringing me back to reality.
For a split second, I was feeling good about my parenting skills. And as always, my middle child Brody reminds me that I have a lot of work to do! :) You know, you always hear about the "middle child" syndrome.....well folks, let me tell you, it's TRUE!!!! He is his own breed, he's one of a kind, but I absolutely love him just the way he is. :)
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is coming up....it'll be here in 3 days. Thought I would use this post to list some of the things I am thankful for....
I am thankful.....
1. that God has saved me from my sins!
2. for the times that Kevin is getting on my nerves....cause that means he is at home with me and not out with some other woman!
3. for the screaming and arguing I hear from Walker and Brody cause that means I have 2 healthy boys.
4. for the whining that Avery does cause it means God has blessed me with a beautiful healthy girl.
5. that I'm still here at work at 6:41p.m. cause that means I have a job when many people out there don't.
6. for my bills. I would have nothing if I didn't have bills.
7. that I have to pick up my house most every night cause that means I'm lucky enough to own one.
8. for my headache....cause that means I have overworked my intelligent brain (haha....had to throw that one in there)
9. for my friends....they pick me up on bad days and laugh with me on good ones.
10. for my mom and Mike....they are awesome grandparents to my babies.
11. for this fan in my office cause it is hot as blazes in here.
12. that I have to pay an arm and a leg for gas cause that means I have a vehicle to drive.
13. for the lunches I have with all my friends....nothing like catching up on their lives!
14. for my digital camera....it captures so many things that I have forgotten!
15. that we have re-election in 3 years.
16. that Kevin and I have taken on teaching a Sunday School class. It blesses us more than I could have ever imagined.
17. for my co-workers....they make the days go by much faster.
18. for #3 on the lunch menu at Rosie's.
19. that Dr. William Allison gave me high school boobs again! :)
20. for vasectomies!
21. for Keith Urban.....(that's for you Tiff)
22. for that big ol' nurse who practically saved my life after Avery was born!
23. for pickles.
24. for Facebook.
25. for our soldiers and their families
The list could go on and on, but I am most thankful for God sending his son, my husband and my babies. My life is truly blessed!
I am thankful.....
1. that God has saved me from my sins!
2. for the times that Kevin is getting on my nerves....cause that means he is at home with me and not out with some other woman!
3. for the screaming and arguing I hear from Walker and Brody cause that means I have 2 healthy boys.
4. for the whining that Avery does cause it means God has blessed me with a beautiful healthy girl.
5. that I'm still here at work at 6:41p.m. cause that means I have a job when many people out there don't.
6. for my bills. I would have nothing if I didn't have bills.
7. that I have to pick up my house most every night cause that means I'm lucky enough to own one.
8. for my headache....cause that means I have overworked my intelligent brain (haha....had to throw that one in there)
9. for my friends....they pick me up on bad days and laugh with me on good ones.
10. for my mom and Mike....they are awesome grandparents to my babies.
11. for this fan in my office cause it is hot as blazes in here.
12. that I have to pay an arm and a leg for gas cause that means I have a vehicle to drive.
13. for the lunches I have with all my friends....nothing like catching up on their lives!
14. for my digital camera....it captures so many things that I have forgotten!
15. that we have re-election in 3 years.
16. that Kevin and I have taken on teaching a Sunday School class. It blesses us more than I could have ever imagined.
17. for my co-workers....they make the days go by much faster.
18. for #3 on the lunch menu at Rosie's.
19. that Dr. William Allison gave me high school boobs again! :)
20. for vasectomies!
21. for Keith Urban.....(that's for you Tiff)
22. for that big ol' nurse who practically saved my life after Avery was born!
23. for pickles.
24. for Facebook.
25. for our soldiers and their families
The list could go on and on, but I am most thankful for God sending his son, my husband and my babies. My life is truly blessed!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
More from my Shakespeare....
Here's another piece of literature from my wonderful 8 year old!
"I help my dad. He had surgery on his knee. He will tell me what to do. I will do it. I will get him clean next every 10 seconds."
Just so you know....clean next is Kleenex! LOL!
"I help my dad. He had surgery on his knee. He will tell me what to do. I will do it. I will get him clean next every 10 seconds."
Just so you know....clean next is Kleenex! LOL!
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