Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Monday, August 9, 2010
Handsome Hubby
He looks so sophisticated in his black velvet blazer. The salesman talked him into the silk hanker chief and a few other things. I'm beginning to worry that he's outshining me... We're almost there. I'm still hemming Tobe's trousers and working on Tatum's dress. There's still quite a bit to do, but progress has been made.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Caught in the Act
Matthew's been practicing again. I told him I wished that I could just hear the piano today.
I thought it was 'Smashing'. x
I thought it was 'Smashing'. x
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Boys being Boys
I'm a confirmed believer that there's just some kind of instinctive DNA built in a boy that says, "Let's take it apart!!!" Here's dad and little T doing just that. ;-p
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Hairy Hand
I sympathize with children. I once had to attend a boyscout certification class to become a den mother. The class started at 8am and didn't end until 3pm. I thought my legs were going to disconnect from my body and run away -- and then I realized our children had to go through this 5 days a week! I guess my teachers let us roam around a lot, or have more recess time -- because I don't remember it being so hard. Unless I'm watching a James Bond movie or a good comedy, my attention span is exactly 20 minutes -- max.
I guess my husband has been feeling the same way. He's on day 3 of his 4 day training at work. When his boss txt'd him to ask how class was going... he wrote that he was losing all focus and starting to count the hairs on his hand. He then looked out the conference room and saw her cracking up at her desk. She then txt'd another student to tell him to stop counting his body hair. I asked him how he learned to make the plain into the hilarious; Answer: School...
He says he'll start on his toes next, if he can't get control of this...Love Him!
I guess my husband has been feeling the same way. He's on day 3 of his 4 day training at work. When his boss txt'd him to ask how class was going... he wrote that he was losing all focus and starting to count the hairs on his hand. He then looked out the conference room and saw her cracking up at her desk. She then txt'd another student to tell him to stop counting his body hair. I asked him how he learned to make the plain into the hilarious; Answer: School...
He says he'll start on his toes next, if he can't get control of this...Love Him!
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