Hundreds Watch Our 2 Yr. Old Son On Stage

These are two videos when Logan, uncle, daddy and mommy all went to the Renaissance Festival. This is so cool!! There were hundreds of people there, we were pretty close to the front and there was rows and rows of seats on both sides and behind us and people standing up every where.

Logan had run down to the stage as my husband was turned and said something to his brother, as I was trying to find a sit with the camera. My brother-in-law stopped my husband from getting our son and said just watch this is what it is all about.

The second video is a little blurry trying to focus, I didn’t dare get any closer for fear Logan would see me and it would mess everything up. I also couldn’t get it all because our memory card was filling up.

It was hilarious and so awesome Logan was on the stage a good 20 minutes. When the Juggler asked if Logan had parents we raised our hands and he waved us away, like don’t come down here. Logan was a ham and I couldn’t believe how well he was doing with all those people watching. I am sure it helped that the Juggler kept telling Logan he was adorable.

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Potty Training At It’s Best

Okay this toddler potty training story has humor, but is not for the faint of heart and if you are I would not read this post. lol

So my 2 1/2 year old son has been doing very well with his potty training both going #1 and #2 in his potty chair and we only use diapers at nap times and bed time. He has this thing about when he goes in his potty chair he has to show me. He takes the insert out of his toilette and bringing it to me, very carefully I might add.

So the other night my husband is in living room watching some golf and I am on the phone talking to my best friend in Florida. When I hear my son come up behind me and say mommy look I pooped. Now I know I had just put a diaper on him, because we were going to be getting ready for bed.

I slowly turned around, phone still attached to my ear and said “what honey?” My son repeated “I pooped mommy” this time pointing down at his diaper. At the same time I noticed the diaper was empty…………………. 

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Pictures – Getting Ready For The “Big Booms”

Pictures of Logan getting ready for the Big Boom fireworks. Here are some tips for next years fourth if you have a toddler. There is this one, however perfectly safe, because the spongy ear piece inside ear can not go in any farther. It does give the look of a Shreck mini me, so we went with the next one.

This next picture is the one we chose, not only did these stay on better, but your toddler won’t hear a thing. Caution to all parents, must speak up when toddler wears these.

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Mom, Me and The Horses We Loved (Part 2 0f 2)

Okay, this is the second story to go along with my first one written around June 21st, sorry it took me so long for this one. I have been blogging away about everything else I guess.

So mom and I decided to go on this 6 hour trail ride, okay at the time we didn’t know it would be 6 hours. This was in Creswell Oregon several years ago, way up in the mountains, where there is so much national forest land it is amazing.

So the first thing we came across was this very old homestead, still had the little cabin and fenced coral, etc. It was so cool and so small, I remember thinking how it was that people actually were able to live there. You had to duck to get through the door and trust me I am no 6 ft tall or anything.

Then we found this place that opened up to these beautiful grassy hills that you could look over some other mountains and forest land with some huge oak and what looked to be apple trees. This is where our fun begins and I become the butt of the joke literally.

Safara my bay mare had been in a mood that day, still enjoying the ride, but she was quite testy and as soon as she would think I wasn’t paying attention she would try to escape or do something like jump over absolutely nothing. I realized the little jerk was just trying to get me off her back. I guess she thought if she could do that she would be wild and free for a moment.

Well as the case most of the time mom and I found something to start laughing about and then it became hysterical to us. Well Safara sensing I was in tears laughing so hard and not in control as I should be, started that trot that is made to keep you out of control. You know the one , very choppy hard to stay on, very fast but not quite a gallop or run, that kind of trot.

So there I am trying to hang on for dear life, passing up my mom and her horse and seeing this very big, very low tree in my view and laughing uncontrollably still. Yes I was still laughing when I realized my horse the little fart was going to take me right under it. Okay I am sure she wanted to go right under it and me come right off from a branch.

All I could hear above my own laughter was that of my moms, yeah she wasn’t a lot of help. I did notice my mom started to laugh even harder if that was possible. So here I am now face to face with that tree and yep here goes Safara right under that bad boy. As fast as I could move I was on the side of the saddle leaning over as far as I could without falling on my face.

So I get the little nightmare under control finally, without falling off I might add and let me tell you I am not happy at this point, all laughter now gone. I whisper to my horse that I, not her am the smarter of the two of us and if she ever tries that again I will be writing down numbers to glue factories.

Well here comes my mom, oh yes still laughing trying to tell me something and then starts laughing all over again. That catchy kind of laugh where you start laughing too and you don’t even know why. So my mom the loving woman she is begins to tell me that is was the funniest thing she ever saw when Safara and I passed her up. I reminded her I could have been killed ( okay, not really) but it sounded good.

She says “wait I’m not done.” I am mortified to this day at what my mom says next. ” Both you and Safara’s butts were so in sink in that horrible trot bouncing back and forth so fast and choppy, they looked almost the same, it was the funniest thing I ever saw when you and Safara passed me.”

You have heard of owners looking like their dogs and visa versa, well here it is folks owner and horse butts that look alike. I am not exactly sure what my mom was trying to say that day about my butt. lol
No really in my moms behalf I am sure it did look pretty flippin funny, because it felt like it.

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Five Hour Fishing Woes (Humor)

Well we had a nice little mini vacation the weekend before Memorial Day, going about 4 hours up north and I ending up with a nice little souvenir.

So you have heard the term farmers tan, golfers tan, etc. well I guess you could call mine dumb ass tan.

Anyway we were up fishing in McGregor & the sun was out, but it was also very very windy which made it quite cool. I found this little cubby hole where I could fish & the wind was not hardly blowing there. Unlike the other little secluded place from the wind I found or so I thought and when I cast my line, YEP up into the tree it went. Of course it happened right when this boat of three fishermen came up. well I saved everything, but my leech, well everything but saving face I guess.

So anyway this nifty little place I found was perfect, I even caught a snake sized northern, after 5 hours of fishing, I might add. I had on a black sweat shirt, because when I had to head out to go get more bait (which was often) it was cold.

Well when we were done & out of the sun for about an hour I happened to look down at my hands, yep bright red. It looked like I had some kind of skin disease, at that point my mom said wow honey you are really sunburned. So I was burnt from just the upper wrists down & I decided to look in a mirror & to my horror my face was bright red burnt , but not all of it. My right side got more sun than the left, but only half of my forehead got anything. Well now it is dark and you can imagine what it looks like.

You know I do not consider myself a vane person, but I told my husband I am going to a tanning booth to try and blend.

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Bad Luck Or Gene Pool?

These events actually happened. I was there for some of them and they are a true account of the events. My best friend wrote down these accounts that happened with her family and sent them to me, bringing back memories I found myself lmao, when I was reading them and had to post it.(actual id censored for anonymity)

While on an extended road trip, I witnessed a very close relative ask her husband why there were speed bumps before each toll booth. He responded nonchalantly, “That’s so blind people will know when they have to slow down and pay a toll”. (I’m not kidding!). She responded that that was a very good idea. After he and I erupted into laughter and about 3 or 4 miles down the road, she reached over and slugged him in the arm as hard as she could.

This same close relative was in a panic one day because the brand new vacuum cleaner her husband had bought her was busted and he was gonna KILL her! I quickly detected the problem was fixable by simply removing the pair of underwear from the hose.

Another close relative was in a panic one day because HER vacuum cleaner was busted. Once again, I came to the rescue…the solution: replace the over-full bag!

A different close relative was sitting in the waiting room of her doctor’s office when another patient wanting to kill some time with conversation asked her, “I like your perfume, what is it called?” To which this person replied (obviously without realizing it)…are you ready? “Cocaine”. I know, I know, cocaine, opium, it’s all the same, right?

A friend of mine asked a close relative of mine what the name of the disease was that she was just diagnosed with. She answered: “FeelMyVagina”. Can’t figure that one out? What she meant to say was “Fibromyalgia”.

Yet another close relative refused to wake up and go into the truck stop for a pit-stop after we’d been travelling 5 hours non-stop. She was grumpy and irritable and I knew she’d have to go 15 minutes after we got going again, so I made a sign and stuck it to the car window while she slept and we took care of business, it read: Knock three times for a good time.

No, we’re not from West Virginia, and no, I don’t THINK anyone married people they met at their family reunions…hhhmmm…that’s another story, I suppose.

My Son What a Character (Humor)

My two year old son Logan is such a character. The other day my mom took him to the park & he saw a woman there holding a newborn. He asked my mom, is she a nana too? Mom laughed & said no sweetie she is a mommy. Logan said to the woman ” Hi Mommy “

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My Two Year Old Thinks He Is A Doctor (humor)

So My two year old noticed tonight that I had a soda & he said mommy I want a sip. Okay I said just one sip then that’s it.

So of course my son wanted more, I very nicely told me that soda is not good for him he is only 2 years old with 2 year old kidneys & liver & it isn’t good for his little body.

He said yes it is good for me mommy, I said no it’s not & he then yelled at me very loudly I might add,” YES IT IS GOOD FOR ME.” I looked at him shocked & said the only thing I could think of  ”are you a doctor?”  he looked right at me & said “yes I am mommy.”

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