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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Wambold Girls' thoughts on "Fire Safety"

We have had every intention of implementing a plan for "Wambold Safety" that would consist of fire drills, earthquake drills, and such. I have wondered how to go about doing so in a way that the girls would understand. As some of you know, Ian and I find that it is pretty effective to parent with fear. Those of you who are fans of Arrested Development may remember the one armed man that George Sr. would have pop up every once in a while to scare his children straight ("...and that's why you always leave a note!") But I digress. So, the other day I was cooking up a pot of Pasta Roni (yes, it is more than just a side item) and I had forgotten about it until it boiled over. A small blaze started under the pot, so smoke quickly filled the house, and alarms started to sound. As I was wafting the smoke away from the smoke detectors, the girls' room door flings open and I see Madi and Evalyn on the ground starting to army crawl down the hall!! I was so proud, until I realized that they were wearing only panties! No question - they are my children, right? I think I may have to suggest grabbing a blanket on the way out, but only if you have time of course.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Bulgy the Whale

This is just a test of the "Jeni is a little slow" school of blogging. Please stay tuned...
Oh by the way...this is our sweet little Leyla. We went to Lagoon (not "Lagoo" as this picture may have mislead you to believe) with my Brother Chris and his Family! Lots and lots of fun!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Would Be Picture Day

So...yesterday Ian and I had planned to go downtown and take some family pictures. It has been a year since we actually have done this, which is extremely odd given that Ian is a photographer and does this stuff for a living. Well, I thought that it would be a good idea to get a pizza for dinner so that I didn't have to cook and so we could eat and get ready in shifts. We were walking into Little Caesar's (I know - nothing but the best for MY family) and Evalyn tripped and ate pavement! Yes, it was face first!! I have never seen a bigger raspberry on someone's face in all of my life. Now, being the vain people that we are, we are going to wait for her "third eye" to go away until we give it another shot!

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Bus Stop Banter

So, I am VERY new to this blog stuff, so please understand if I am less than thrilling in some of these posts.

As many of you know, I love to share things that my children say, and most of the time, it seems to reflect poorly on Ian and I as parents. Things like Evalyn saying "Dad, sometimes my front bum gets hungry and eats my panties," and Madi, upon being asked why she is fibbing so much lately saying "that is just the way God made me." Even recently, I was telling Evalyn that she needed to go brush her teeth because her breath was a little stinky, she breathed into her hand and said, "my breath smells like ants!" Oops! Where on earth could she have heard something like that?

So anyway, Monday was Madi's first day of school, and it was also her birthday. (Oh, here is a sidenote - year round school ROCKS!!!) I walked her out to the bus stop, and up walks the 'bully' of the bus stop - who incedently has a soft spot for Madi for some reason. She proudly tells him that it is her birthday, and he replies "so you are probably six, right?" She gasps and says "no, I am in second grade - I am 7." He proceeds to show her another little girl who just turned 6 and is a head taller than Madi. She then says "well, I was born early, so I am small." FIBBER! She was born a whole DAY early! I called her over and told her that she didn't need to lie, just tell them that she is little, and she likes it that way! I guess I will let this one pass, as after all, that is the way God made her, right?