"Mission Control, this is Ryan. Operation take out Quentin with the rocket launcher is complete!"
"Roger that, little buddy."
( Time out from the mission to catch an episode of The Simpsons.)
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Four diapers in four hours and 2 bottles later, I got my double baby fix.
Welcome, Baby Ceceilia! Isn't she a little peanut?
Guess who came home from school and stole little Chloe away from me?!
My friend Teri is now a blogger as well. We got her all set up tonight. Check her out at Q-Sky.
Last night at about 4:30 in the morning, after putting Ryan back in his own bed (yes, again) we woke up to a loud crashing noise from somewhere inside the house. Bret jumped out of bed and searched the house (in his boxers - was his plan to flash the intruder?) while I held onto the phone ready to dial 911. After a few minutes of searching he finally figured out where the noise came from.
To see the intruder, click here.
Scared the crap out of us. Yet, Daisy slept through the whole thing. Some watch dog.
Terror struck the United States.
Killing and injuring thousands of Americans.
Changing the lives of families everywhere.
But it made us stronger.
And freedom reigns.
To the victims and families of 9-11: We will never forget!
Hayrack Ride - me with all of the kids.
Ryan, Quentin, Sklyler, Ashley, Reece & Halle (who's driving - watch out on the sidewalks, everyone!)
Ryan & Ashley measuring up again this year. 
Ryan in the jump around. This, however, may have been taken when I fell over. (I'm just saying.)
There are more photos I wanted to post, but Blogger is being a brat so you'll have to go to Flickr to see the rest of them.
This would be Scott, Bret and Teri - looking down at all of the action as Maggie contemplates going for it again.
These would be the two creek covered dogs and Daisy, who was smart enough for her own good to stay out of the creek, chasing each other around the yard. Her staying away from the creek had nothing to do with the fact that she thinks she's a princess and loathes any kind of water.
Exhibit B: The side yard. I told you I should have quit before it got worse.
Exhibit C: The broken down lawn mower. Stupid thing! (It had nothing to do with the person operating it, of course!)
Exhibit D: The front yard. Actually if you don't look at the edges that I scalped, it's not too bad.
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Update...
After a call into Bret and a not so happy trip home for lunch, Bret got the mower fixed. Somehow I had managed to get the black plastic flap stuck under the blade of the mower. (Never said I was a genius...ha!) Then he asks me if I want him to show me how to use the weed wacker/trimmer thing before he leaves. Um, what do you think?! I think absolutely not. I prefer to keep my limbs. The whole front and back yard are mowed and nothing else got scalped. (I did however run out of gas, which baffled me, resulting in a few swift kicks to the mower before I realized it was probably out of gas.) (Remember? Not a genius?) It's done, I'm dirty and exhausted and never doing it again. Bret's birthday is in a week and a half. I'm thinking that maybe this is his present. A week off of mowing. If he ever decides that he wants a riding mower, I'll never scoff at the idea again. This whole brainy idea of mine was an excuse not to go to Body Pump at the gym today. I think next time I'll just go to the gym.
The kids are all in for the night but Bret is still out playing a heated game of H-O-R-S-E with the neighborhood guys. At least someone listened to me when I said it was time to come in. Um, guys? Who was the basketball hoop bought for? Bet my friend didn't know that not only was it going to attrack all the neighborhood kids, but their dads, too.
Ryan and his buddy played outside tonight, too. Sadly, Alex will be heading home on Sunday. Not sure what Ryan and Reece will do without the little guy.
I'm ready. Bring on the babies. (Have I mentioned that I start watching Chloe next month and come January I'll have two infants during the day?) I just got back from my Child & Infant CPR class and am officially certified, so send those kids my way. I have to say that the new techniques are so much easier than the ones I learned a couple of years ago. I actually am pretty confident that I could do it this time around. Hopefully that will never happen, but as I learned 3 years ago this October, anything can happen. As in your 3 year old son coming out from your bedroom choking and not able to breathe becuase he had a ring that your ex-boyfriend had given you (way back in the day) lodged in his throat. Scary. Terrifying. We had called 9-1-1 and I did abdominal thrusts on him until the ring came up. A mother's worst nightmare comes true when she sees her son turning blue and not able to breathe. Thankfully(!), Ryan is still here and the ring got a proper burial in the kitchen trash can when we returned home from the emergency room. He still remembers his ride in the ambulence to this day. Maybe that's what started his love of dressing up like a fireman.
(Do you believe that excuse? LOL)
The Cubs won the game...
However, parking didn't end up being "free" at all.
There's more over at Flickr.
