tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86250534999553955452024-03-12T20:46:18.202-04:00THE FLYING T-BONE BADGER ATTACKTwo Wee Jedis, Crazy Mama & Grumpy Daddy; A Love Story.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-43483402757496105902010-12-29T16:12:00.001-05:002010-12-29T16:12:25.984-05:00Christmas Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/2Actm7Fi3aMc/2Actm7Fi3aMcfa/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1293657099000/0/"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>O Mod Tannenbaum Christmas</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Create <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards" style="color: #6666cc;">unique Christmas cards</a> with Shutterfly.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-89057205671664765052010-08-14T00:46:00.001-04:002010-08-14T00:46:19.693-04:00Does it really need a title?<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TGYfmLX2QgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MZHb3LAaIp8/IMAG0198.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TGYfmLX2QgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/MZHb3LAaIp8/s400/IMAG0198.jpg' /></a></p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.1</div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-24443915935234433122010-08-14T00:45:00.001-04:002010-08-14T00:45:40.294-04:00Flash to 9th grade social studies.<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TGYfclIesjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kjcxLBN4taU/IMAG0202.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TGYfclIesjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kjcxLBN4taU/s400/IMAG0202.jpg' /></a></p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.1</div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-40893260213249932132010-08-14T00:44:00.001-04:002010-08-14T00:44:14.045-04:00mmmm meatballs.<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TGYfF0PSrUI/AAAAAAAAAII/Drg8sEQAHBo/IMAG0206.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TGYfF0PSrUI/AAAAAAAAAII/Drg8sEQAHBo/s400/IMAG0206.jpg' /></a></p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.1</div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-5039042676559009362010-08-11T11:11:00.000-04:002010-08-11T11:11:12.805-04:00Hilarious<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Littlest kid loves to vacuum. I sprinkle baking soda on couch and give him the vacuum attachment, his job is to get all the white stuff up (we've done this plenty of times without incident). Turn on stereo and leave the room. (Forgetting to take huge economy bag of baking soda with me. Come back in the room to The Roots, playing much more loudly than when I left, a "smoke" filled room, a pile of baking soda and kids cackling like little o.g.s while using the vacuum to blow it all into the air and over each other. It's a good day.</span>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-78977606930274349262010-08-04T11:44:00.000-04:002010-08-04T11:44:55.373-04:00Keeping it in Perspective<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Approximately an hour prior to this conversation we discussed, loudly, that he didn't need to watch a movie just because it was raining. I had meant (at that time, several weeks ago) it is </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nice</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to have movie days when it raining outside and too wet to play.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: I'm not mad right now, I just need you to clean it up. Leaving the water all over the kitchen and hiding is the problem. One of us could really have hurt ourselves.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A: Okay Mama.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: You need a lot of towels.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A: I can't find any.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: Here are some from the bathroom.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You need to do the whole floor please. Don't forget over here on the other side of the stove.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A: Okay.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: Augustus, the problem here is that when I came through the kitchen I was walking very quickly. I fell & I could have hurt my leg or foot really badly.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A: mmmmmhhhhmmm</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: Augustus look at me. If your or my foot was hurt really bad, we couldn't walk on it and we'd have to do things all day that were sitting down. No dog walks, no tag, no park, no trampoline, no bowling.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Augie: Ohhh .... for a bit of a long time?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me: Yip</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A: I bet I'd get to watch me some tv then, sheesh.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The last part was said with a touch of Clay Davis.</span></span>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-27059830290602714472010-07-31T21:40:00.001-04:002010-07-31T21:40:49.411-04:00<p></p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9</div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-367627734523549402010-07-31T20:13:00.001-04:002010-07-31T20:13:05.076-04:00Holy Caped Crusader Batman<a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TFS8DyVpp2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8YYOCOkj2mg/IMAG0194.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1vOt0qerGwc/TFS8DyVpp2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8YYOCOkj2mg/s400/IMAG0194.jpg' /></a><p>The kid just asked me why the sonar on the Bat Boat wouldn't detect the Penguin's submarine approaching. Holy Long John Silver, I give up on improvising stories and I'm sticking to reading out of books.</p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.9</div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-58492039020083794182010-07-20T16:11:00.000-04:002010-07-20T16:11:15.463-04:00He's Bilingual<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Putting on sir's shoes. Him: "Right Foot" Me: Raised eyebrow. "I mean left. I just saying it in Spanish Mama." </span>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-11989037212661690072010-07-18T09:28:00.000-04:002010-07-18T09:28:19.470-04:00A. J. Jacobs<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="UIStory_Message">My favorite sentence I've read this week. "I am officially Jewish, but I'm Jewish in the same way the Olive Garden is an Italian restaurant." So been there.</span></h3>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-60276340282850410402010-06-26T15:49:00.000-04:002010-06-26T15:49:47.274-04:00The Force has been Misplaced"Hey mama, why are we the only ones looking for the remote?" Whoa nelly, he. did. not. <br />
"Well my heart, because<br />
- I just spent twenty minutes looking for it.<br />
-you're the ones who want to watch tv.<br />
-I'm not the one who watched tv yesterday with it.<br />
-I'm being super cool to let you watch at all.<br />
-I just gave you bubble gum and put chocolate in your trail mix.<br />
-You made me miss my cycling class this morning.<br />
-You aren't appreciative when I DO find your things for you.<br />
-You already said that you were using it as a spaceship this morning.<br />
and<br />
-I pushed for three of my twelve hours."<br />
Sheet.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-82369916844127195922010-06-09T11:05:00.002-04:002010-06-09T11:05:55.749-04:00The Dude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYKxUEYwEL9SevDvE03xhczbt2yqP_0LGjE12D60KuikfvcivLmrhqB1gIoVvzMwMwiY0SVjEdpueK5QSrLIQlGKQM4jMqGeX_73oFAHjE-LQd0908h3p8AaE0wyv1NnSRrZ_6zaGphpI/s1600/CSC_0219.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYKxUEYwEL9SevDvE03xhczbt2yqP_0LGjE12D60KuikfvcivLmrhqB1gIoVvzMwMwiY0SVjEdpueK5QSrLIQlGKQM4jMqGeX_73oFAHjE-LQd0908h3p8AaE0wyv1NnSRrZ_6zaGphpI/s320/CSC_0219.jpg" /></a></div>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-43835909503027340102010-06-09T10:59:00.000-04:002010-06-09T10:59:34.125-04:00He's Brilliantly BadA: Mama, come play with me upstairs?<br />
M: Love to buddy. Did you pick up your toys yet, so that we have room to play?<br />
A: Yep.<br />
M: Are you sure?<br />
A: Yep.<br />
M: All clean?<br />
A: Yep.<br />
M: Do you want to go double check before I come up so you don't get in trouble for lying?<br />
A: That's a great idea.<br />
......<br />
A: (from top of stairs) Mama, Goldilocks played with my toys and left them all out. You should clean it for her.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-70566852617452853912010-05-23T16:59:00.000-04:002010-05-23T16:59:50.415-04:00So Beautiful.Lookie Lookie.<br />
<a href="http://www.artchic.com/burlet/index.htm">http://www.artchic.com/burlet/index.htm</a>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-88279451005580681782010-05-21T17:36:00.000-04:002010-05-21T17:36:30.098-04:00Field Tripping to the Hard Bargain FarmOkay, I count myself as so very lucky to have been able to attend almost every one of Jackson's field trips this year. It was so cute when they assigned me my group to watch and J got a touch pissy when I held another kid's hand too long and beam pride when someone said I was 'so cool'. The novelty has worn off and the honeymoon of stay-at-home-mom land is over. He asked me "not to talk quite so much [to him] if you don't mind" and "I can't sit next to Brody on the bus because I have to take care of you" and "Mama, since when is it funny to pretend you got stuck in the cow gate and turned into a hamburger" and "Ha ha Mom, I hope no one's mother actually died under a falling tree because you're gonna feel pretty dumb."Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-69936044026415324002010-04-01T09:53:00.002-04:002010-08-04T16:29:23.401-04:00I don't really mean HATE hate butI hate April Fools media pranks. It was all well and good when WHFS started playing classical and announced a format change as an April Fools joke but it has gone completely overboard. It has taken me 15 minutes to figure out what the hell is really happening. I haven't had coffee yet because I don't know what's real anymore for the love of God. Is it really going to be 76 and sunny? That being said this one was pretty rad.<br />
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<a href="http://www.wunderground.com/blog/JeffMasters/comment.html?">http://www.wunderground.com/blog/JeffMasters/comment.html?</a>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-86313431862875007932010-03-29T20:39:00.004-04:002010-06-09T11:05:11.000-04:00CraftastropheEnjoy a stroll through this rad website.<br />
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<a href="http://craftastrophe.net/">http://craftastrophe.net/</a>Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-87310918095860760992010-03-29T20:24:00.002-04:002010-03-29T20:24:59.855-04:00Bedtime StoriesI'm listening to Patrick read bedtime stories to my first born child. I wonder if Jackson realizes that if he corrects Patrick one more time as to how to pronounce metachlorine he will be sleeping on the dark side and he will have a Jedi foot up his ass.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-49763584900795222212010-03-28T22:15:00.001-04:002010-03-28T22:19:02.352-04:00Drama QueenMe: "Didn't I tell you? Shannon's having a girl!" My 6 year old: "At least someone is giving me what I ask for. From you I just got him." (Dirty look thrown across the room towards little brother.)<br />
<br />
Jackson: "Mama, I think everyone should be a chicken for a day."<br />
<br />
Office at St. Phillips Church: "Jackson's stomach is really upset and he's having sharp pains. Can you pick him up early from CCD?"<br />
Jackson walks in the door: "Whew, it's a good thing that didn't last too long right Mama? You want to play baseball in the yard or should I ask Dad?"<br />
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Lady in the thrift store: "You're really smart Jax you must be the smartest kid in your class." Jackson: "Not really, we're pretty much all really smart." Lady: "That's a really good answer." Jackson: "Would be kind of stupid to say it any other way."<br />
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Augie: "Can I sleep in Jackson's room?" Jackson: "Are you going to answer him Mama?" Me: "Well it's up to you baby, it's your room. It's Spring Break and there's no school tomorrow so I'm not really enforcing many rules tonight." Jackson: "I don't have school tomorrow and Mom said no rules Dad so why can't I play my DS? Patrick: "Well, if Mom says it's OK, I guess." Jackson (clutching his Dad's waist in a full body embrace): "Dad, you're the best Dad ever and I love you so much." Patrick: "Jackson it was really your Mom." Jackson (still hugging Patrick tightly): "Yeah OK thanks I guess Ma." <br />
I am donkey piss and he is a drama queen.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-82066530525794502172010-03-23T09:24:00.002-04:002010-03-23T09:24:10.950-04:00I think my 2 year old may be out to get me.This morning I got out the dog's happy pills, noticed I only had three left. Gave him his pill but left the bottle out to refill the prescription. Went into the office to look up vet's number and came back to find an open bottle and no pills ande Augie sitting quietly on his chair looking at me all crazy like. Where did you put the medicine Augie? (Who is really good about not taking any medicine since eating charcoal in the ER a year ago.) He slowly pointed to my coffee, which had been dosed with two 85 lb poodle doses of paxal. Have you seen family guy? Is it my imagination?Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-19776344737232733172010-03-22T19:56:00.002-04:002010-08-04T16:36:33.769-04:00Top Ten Reasons to Freeze Out Those Closest to YouIn parents' defense, if you are distant, overly susceptible to criticism, your feelings are easily hurt and unapproachable, your kids will never:<br />
1. tell you who really drew on the wall<br />
2. tell you that you're fat<br />
3. question everything you ever say from breakfast to bedtime<br />
4. ask why their penis gets big in the morning<br />
5. want to include you in the operation on the dog<br />
6. tell you your cooking is "sub-par"<br />
7. ask how John Lennon died<br />
8. scream climax in the middle of Trader Joes<br />
9. ask what kind of priest Al Green is<br />
10. ask if he's a doozer or a fraggle<br />
Life does sound a bit easier.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-49698727100886424042010-02-24T10:56:00.000-05:002010-02-24T10:56:08.111-05:00Just heard a forecast for fucking snowThere is not enough hot chocolate in the world for me to be ok with this.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-74651556413898790332010-02-24T10:53:00.002-05:002010-02-24T10:53:38.053-05:00Why Being a Mom is the Best Thing EverJackson: "Hey Mom guess what I did today! You know how I'm so fast and I do things really fast like faster than anybody else but I usually do it wrong? Well you may not have noticed, but I do. I made a chart really fast and got it all right! No backwards numbers or anything, I can't wait for you to see it." Me: MeltMama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-77623936020066591242010-01-06T21:07:00.003-05:002010-08-04T16:27:20.924-04:00It's Kings Day and I'm 35<blockquote>Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates, the fact that you were able to make another trip around the sun, and the whole clan gathers round, and gifts and laughter do abound, and we let out a joyful sound and sing that stupid song. Happy birthday now you're one year older. Happy birthday your life still isn't over. Happy birthday you did not accomplish much but you didn't die this year I guess that's good enough. So let's drink to your fading health and hope you don't remind yourself the chance of finding fame and wealth decrease with every year.</blockquote>The Arrogant Worms<br />
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Used to get blah as my birthday approached. I thought of what I hadn't contributed or the number of people who weren't affected by me. Once I had amazing kids I knew I'd given something back and getting old wasn't anything, This year, though, I keep seeing my Grandma's hands and lines around my mouth, my Mom's double chin, I can't lose weight by kicking the beer for a month and the arthritis feels like bruising in my joints because I live in the cold uptight beltway badlands. The day has come and gone and with the clarity it brought I see that I finally have my Grandma's weathered hands! The cotton picking, telephone switching, pea shelling, corn shucking, sock darning, shirt starching, shrimp deveining, back rubbing, knee patting hands that knew so much. I can't wait to see what I get next year. Happy birthday to me.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625053499955395545.post-13007531606651718032009-12-18T22:45:00.000-05:002009-12-18T22:45:07.705-05:00School Pictures are Here!!Well it seems like only yesterday that I gave birth to my first born son and spent all night smelling his breath while listening to revelry outside my Touro window. And now in just a blink of an eye I'm receiving the first of 12 awkward pictures that make a stunning little boy look pained, weird and dosed. Thank you Lifetouch school picture people for pulling it off like a band-aid.Mama Reitmeyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04708465909452702679noreply@blogger.com0