tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-357198862024-03-07T01:53:53.454-06:00Sarah, Shannon, and Some Silly SistersSarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-69694589066503908832009-06-24T10:24:00.002-05:002009-06-24T10:27:10.662-05:00Sisters in pigtails!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs114.snc1/5145_959196874694_8368719_55126257_1560667_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs114.snc1/5145_959196874694_8368719_55126257_1560667_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'll have more stories to post soon. I'm so busy with my dissertation right now, but I'm almost to the end. For now, here are the girlies in their pigtails :)<br /><br />It looks like Blogger cut Annabelle in half. If you click on the picture, you can see the whole thing.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-628233841880438862009-05-01T20:14:00.000-05:002009-05-01T20:16:00.350-05:00Pa-si-soI took this video to record my favorite Annabelle word of the moment. It's also a good example of her personality--cute and happy until she loses interest, and then it's "Go away!"<br /><br /><object width="320" height="240"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/933877280364"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/933877280364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="240"></embed></object>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-90063376544024879602009-03-24T13:14:00.006-05:002009-03-24T13:27:42.823-05:00Bluebonnets!We went for our annual frolic in the bluebonnets last weekend and got some fun pictures. It's hard to get Annabelle to sit down and smile for us, but we did the best we could. They spent most of the afternoon running circles around trees. We had to stop Annabelle from picking up ants, until one bit her and she got the idea. After that, she just pointed and yelled at them, "Go away bug!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_xqUFVhtKkdfgm1Y260UIVEqWRykXg7eyBPJHSlswEYd6sJIo-nE8taazZWvLug8pSt4L2oVkrCcZicgNb4nDUieZhvRjfqfGZ5XATKdlkutAgLM5ejm-u0Im_tCbbj96Zy9CQ/s1600-h/P3140098.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_xqUFVhtKkdfgm1Y260UIVEqWRykXg7eyBPJHSlswEYd6sJIo-nE8taazZWvLug8pSt4L2oVkrCcZicgNb4nDUieZhvRjfqfGZ5XATKdlkutAgLM5ejm-u0Im_tCbbj96Zy9CQ/s320/P3140098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316819934031375826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioloiYar9Vn8jHiVC8z-1i2-FKmS_zPYRPpqEOlHPFXSfdKzAEKT2Mp5goQNIpPxRxSCWeSNS4WP2ocN9opap61UA6MNCbJibEKiicfCdGp15HX9JsC4jlpxbuGbKMnO8954uL4g/s1600-h/P3140104.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioloiYar9Vn8jHiVC8z-1i2-FKmS_zPYRPpqEOlHPFXSfdKzAEKT2Mp5goQNIpPxRxSCWeSNS4WP2ocN9opap61UA6MNCbJibEKiicfCdGp15HX9JsC4jlpxbuGbKMnO8954uL4g/s320/P3140104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316820608377332626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIZ9x4ihJW6eVvA-YgBQOK6FmAMOLG2G3Y1koVhi750_EUkyAdwz9GWyS30UQJ_uTVwUFVkx_i6uWNMGRjUXBX551CzsUFr20Up3fm4X142_4hdtDkk6IRJZyRFtsShD8jk7zig/s1600-h/P3140108.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIZ9x4ihJW6eVvA-YgBQOK6FmAMOLG2G3Y1koVhi750_EUkyAdwz9GWyS30UQJ_uTVwUFVkx_i6uWNMGRjUXBX551CzsUFr20Up3fm4X142_4hdtDkk6IRJZyRFtsShD8jk7zig/s320/P3140108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821080500516514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_gGsAXadI2MkU-bJxHrct7k9mZjy6spUp_A8i_5rCjyVqmXZikwZWJU76ly0Xa80e_cqeBUiQdGun4DWNuteMqXFaZ7aEq4HJIM31oVMqc2yq_YlYZ9Ifv5hlUy_W6YrEOLGNw/s1600-h/P3140167.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_gGsAXadI2MkU-bJxHrct7k9mZjy6spUp_A8i_5rCjyVqmXZikwZWJU76ly0Xa80e_cqeBUiQdGun4DWNuteMqXFaZ7aEq4HJIM31oVMqc2yq_YlYZ9Ifv5hlUy_W6YrEOLGNw/s320/P3140167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821590431561954" border="0" /></a>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-43313775844095159022009-02-07T22:26:00.003-06:002009-02-07T22:41:00.136-06:00Sorry I've been away so long!I know that there are a couple of great-grandparents who look forward to these posts, but we've just been so wrapped up in our busy lives lately that I haven't had the time. Not to mention the FIVE trips to the pediatrician we've made over the past couple of weeks. Also contributing to the problem, both girls love the computer so when I sit down to do something like this, they try to climb in my lap and take over. I'm not going to try to update everything that's happened in the past two months, so I'll just let you know that everyone is healthy now and generally up to their old tricks. I'll try to give some more detailed updates on each of the girls this week.<br /><br />For now, here's a new picture because I know that's your favorite part:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiU4NgWnArKM34vLHKGdjL-p_vgE1bIIz5NXQ8TtlhhVr_oPsCHQJl5psxGNl4nyR738ociU7f2N-P2mxd5iKSPRGawcHzt63OexsCLqQhsg8oKGFfIhsmTJuMi6GzFfm6pLM-g/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiU4NgWnArKM34vLHKGdjL-p_vgE1bIIz5NXQ8TtlhhVr_oPsCHQJl5psxGNl4nyR738ociU7f2N-P2mxd5iKSPRGawcHzt63OexsCLqQhsg8oKGFfIhsmTJuMi6GzFfm6pLM-g/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300280164032700498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A couple of weeks ago I bought Rebekah her own cookbook, and she made dinner for us. She made potato skins, and they were really tasty! I did help her, of course, but you would be surprised how much she could do on her own--pretty much everything that didn't involve a sharp knife. When I was shopping for her cookbook, I found a used copy of a Little House on the Prairie cookbook for 49 cents, and I bought it so Annabelle could have her own cookbook, too. We have already baked Laura's maple cakes, which you might remember if you read the Little House books as a child. Now we are planning our Valentine's Day meal, and Rebekah has already picked out a cookie recipe from her book.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-51131107075286073472008-12-10T16:17:00.001-06:002008-12-10T16:17:45.582-06:00by the way...It's snowing here.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-67543167907155443322008-12-10T09:39:00.005-06:002008-12-10T09:49:57.879-06:00A new aunt!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlw0WPkMdJDRTUSDx94r_HajMBwMniA4aHNXyx51nGQhbLjF0VnmcZna8XVLsoQaTF3QQPFw_42cXkZAz9xRdndyD6n0xnLfDd_Graetfphks9tNh-Hboupf0arb9Uebf8kxagig/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlw0WPkMdJDRTUSDx94r_HajMBwMniA4aHNXyx51nGQhbLjF0VnmcZna8XVLsoQaTF3QQPFw_42cXkZAz9xRdndyD6n0xnLfDd_Graetfphks9tNh-Hboupf0arb9Uebf8kxagig/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278186823742066418" border="0" /></a>Rebekah and Annabelle have a new aunt and we have a new sister-in-law! We went to Derek and Melissa's wedding last weekend at Southwestern Seminary in Ft. Worth. It was quite a trip. We had a wonderful time, and everything was beautiful. We are excited to welcome Melissa into the rapidly expanding Peters family. Rebekah handed out programs with her cousin Drake and acted very grown up while she did her important job. Annabelle was a different story. She is at a fun but difficult age. She loves to run and climb and talk and yell all the time, and I spend the whole weekend chasing, catching, and restraining her. But I achieved my goal: keeping her from ruining the wedding! The poor thing had to miss her nap, which made my job even harder, but she soon caught up on her sleep at the reception.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncj2qDuLmsSVDEWGp6pkkWX17kSm45atUIknlf_IQtjtgvgAWudM68qYlckdrxgumMLM7sWA2Jd3REm9LCXVUpJaPjy5bONs69Zzd1BwJ2MaVkCk8g9YgBuPJtvuEDt2CjuTFtg/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncj2qDuLmsSVDEWGp6pkkWX17kSm45atUIknlf_IQtjtgvgAWudM68qYlckdrxgumMLM7sWA2Jd3REm9LCXVUpJaPjy5bONs69Zzd1BwJ2MaVkCk8g9YgBuPJtvuEDt2CjuTFtg/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278188307823926274" border="0" /></a>These are literally the only two pictures I have from the wedding. I didn't even get a shot of the bride and groom! As much as I love to take pictures, my hands were full! I guess I'll have to buy some pictures from this wedding. And if anyone has pictures they'd like to share, send them my way.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-69767526640737659572008-11-22T16:24:00.003-06:002008-11-22T17:05:59.987-06:00Thanksgiving preparationsWe've officially started planning for Thanksgiving with a marathon shopping trip. I've been hosting Thanksgiving at our house with my parents and brother since we moved here, and I really enjoy it. The cooking goes on for days, and I've started already making some apple butter in my slow cooker for breakfast.<br /><br />The Thanksgiving menu looks like this:<br /><ul><li>Smoked peppered turkey from New Braunfels Smokehouse (Dad ordered that for us and it will be delivered in a few days)</li><li>Cornbread dressing (baked in muffin tins so everyone gets some of the crusty edges)</li><li>Sweet potato casserole (mashed with eggnog and topped with marshmallows)</li><li>Chunky sweet potatoes roasted with orange juice, brown sugar, and pecans</li><li>Mashed potatoes and gravy</li><li>Purple hull peas</li><li>Sweet green peas (some plain and some covered in white sauce)</li><li>Rolls Mom is picking up at the Mennonite bakery</li><li>Pecan Pie</li><li>Italian Cream Cake</li><li><br /></li></ul>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-31652225184684342852008-11-04T16:07:00.002-06:002008-11-04T16:12:39.896-06:00Mean KittyAnnabelle's new favorite game is "Mean Kitty." A couple of weeks ago, she started crawling around the house saying "Meow" all the time. I mean all the time. It's the first thing she does when she wakes up and the last thing she does before she goes to bed. But she is not a sweet little kitten. She scratches. So now most of our interaction with Annabelle involves teaching her how to be a nice kitty and not scratch people. We actually don't see Annabelle too much anymore--just Mean Kitty. (I blame Shannon--one of his favorite games to play with the kids is "Mean Dog." You can imagine how that goes.)Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-44945280932287681562008-11-04T16:04:00.001-06:002008-11-04T16:07:25.736-06:00Halloween fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvK_Ps7UswzW6UzrEumV-mJgv8kct7Zd0Plkn_Err75qp2yMmeyRvs2e5-KAdK_qO6GI-cEMlBubXzoE50AQS8S3YlZ4cVVg4y4GtcCbQhN5ysri23ZMur_iTWfvrzWqS9y_wJA/s1600-h/IMG_1486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvK_Ps7UswzW6UzrEumV-mJgv8kct7Zd0Plkn_Err75qp2yMmeyRvs2e5-KAdK_qO6GI-cEMlBubXzoE50AQS8S3YlZ4cVVg4y4GtcCbQhN5ysri23ZMur_iTWfvrzWqS9y_wJA/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926873464329314" border="0" /></a>We had great fun with Halloween. Annabelle wasn't sure about her costume at first, but as soon as we started trick-or-treating she perked up. She tried to go in and stay at the first house we went to--I guess she thought these people were pretty nice for giving her candy. They both had just as much fun handing candy out at our house as they did trick-or-treating themselves.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-10781682197954402892008-10-15T15:28:00.005-05:002008-10-15T15:44:02.805-05:00Pumpkin patch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjna5Wd5NZydbTyVRqQ9YxBVrCnbU9uptJ611nD9FnafdDtx3DG0-Z8EgCdm2icpjQToiQ0EsMKrJlC5vlG_6P2tnRpKIAbcxWzIGwV47JwUyNp53ZNq9sqKCIXQfeFMHUPahMQ/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjna5Wd5NZydbTyVRqQ9YxBVrCnbU9uptJ611nD9FnafdDtx3DG0-Z8EgCdm2icpjQToiQ0EsMKrJlC5vlG_6P2tnRpKIAbcxWzIGwV47JwUyNp53ZNq9sqKCIXQfeFMHUPahMQ/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257480410231944050" border="0" /></a><br />Last weekend, we all went to the Aggie Habitat Pumpkin Patch, which benefits Habitat for Humanity. We like to go every year to pick out our pumpkins and take pictures. This photo will give you an idea of the size of the pumpkin patch--this shows about half of it. If you look closely you can make out Annabelle in the pink shirt, Rebekah in brown pants, and Shannon in a red shirt in the back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEq1ei7P5v_QBnq4u1hsXQxbJWSQ3S8BQVLhvQNi1TbKd4P-T52Wt03I4o9Oj0ky-WlYgV0PN5zZr4LzWB2tFqBLjmFWZXmkcZPGgjKsGjez19XUCdNcssstokM9lVrOTCC08Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEq1ei7P5v_QBnq4u1hsXQxbJWSQ3S8BQVLhvQNi1TbKd4P-T52Wt03I4o9Oj0ky-WlYgV0PN5zZr4LzWB2tFqBLjmFWZXmkcZPGgjKsGjez19XUCdNcssstokM9lVrOTCC08Tg/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257480908718869394" border="0" /></a><br />While we were there, the volunteers were emptying boxes of little pumpkins to put out for sale. When they were finished, Annabelle, whose favorite game is putting things in boxes, helped out by running with a tiny pumpkin in each hand to put them back in the boxes. She would not be dissuaded from her task and probably put twenty pumpkins away before we finally distracted her.<br />.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lFe0m1NxCKm2wKfe6CmAAvXqhmqeg-VGs-kp4ezOzOKOFo49cSgC9ZVsnA5OU5R0CbJ2gLd_LbFjq69JZKcXelkRziD0sF-HHTj3yF6RhwY9jc0Ur5jgiUg07_EGq-p-CRZIWA/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6lFe0m1NxCKm2wKfe6CmAAvXqhmqeg-VGs-kp4ezOzOKOFo49cSgC9ZVsnA5OU5R0CbJ2gLd_LbFjq69JZKcXelkRziD0sF-HHTj3yF6RhwY9jc0Ur5jgiUg07_EGq-p-CRZIWA/s320/IMG_1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257481958046684898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOunKMyhQqo9pH5Lp1Fekj-tW90pvur43DiM5VXEAZdC-e85oVAYcwK2g7sgr77fuVGtfS7KJbJbhxU44j8uYd7UbpODA67GdgdiFh0t7tz2KBCzmV1IronIPoUYhh_fDlYJp0Q/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwOunKMyhQqo9pH5Lp1Fekj-tW90pvur43DiM5VXEAZdC-e85oVAYcwK2g7sgr77fuVGtfS7KJbJbhxU44j8uYd7UbpODA67GdgdiFh0t7tz2KBCzmV1IronIPoUYhh_fDlYJp0Q/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257482650966260034" border="0" /></a><br />Stay tuned for pictures of our pumpkin artwork!Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-91493436980170932962008-10-03T10:00:00.002-05:002008-10-03T10:13:33.761-05:00the bit about the ketchup...On the suggestion of my friend Rochelle, here's the rest of the story. After Rebekah was <a href="http://sarahandshannon.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-soft-hearted.html">traumatized</a> by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=972hnJZHq2c">this cartoon</a>, I went to watch it myself to see what upset her so badly. The cartoon is set in a hunting lodge, and at the end a gun goes off and Pluto faints. Then Chip and Dale pour ketchup on him, so when Mickey Mouse comes back, he thinks Pluto has been shot (don't you miss the days when even Mickey Mouse cartoons were good and violent?). Oh! That must be it! She thinks that Chip and Dale <span style="font-style: italic;">killed</span> Pluto! I went back to Rebekah and asked her, "Did you think that Pluto was bleeding?" Tearing up again, she replied, "No. It was ketchup. They dropped a broom on him (she thought the rifle was a broom) and then poured ketchup on him and it is SO MEAN to pour ketchup on people!" And then more crying.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-81487405984693163082008-10-01T14:13:00.002-05:002008-10-01T14:27:59.170-05:00too soft-heartedPoor Rebekah. She's just too soft-hearted for her own good. She frequently breaks down in tears over the slightest hurt feelings, hers or someone else's. Even though we are careful about the television shows and movies that she watches, we are often surprised by what upsets her. Yesterday, I found some old Mickey Mouse cartoons for her to watch. She was happy at first and giggled like, well, a little girl, but suddenly she ran away from the screen crying. When she calmed down enough to talk, she cried, "Chip and Dale are being so mean to Pluto!" Her distress led to a good half hour of crying, during which she was inconsolable despite her insistence that she knew that Pluto was not real, just pretend. "I'm still just so worried about Pluto," she said. We love that she has such empathy, but we also hope that we can help her learn to cope with her feelings a little better.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-26266550746361433542008-09-13T12:12:00.003-05:002008-10-15T15:43:52.961-05:00Ike has passed us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVArVBDkvVoIv9WPgirswg4cyK4SJISaVtSmN6GzYyD1LXPNgofa6-YSheiN6YyGOxVnR8DV740a2nEHgwQZTqRz-gBsjViV8rglj3Rf9tR-V942v3gUkB2I16HCLGrDKpRE7hA/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVArVBDkvVoIv9WPgirswg4cyK4SJISaVtSmN6GzYyD1LXPNgofa6-YSheiN6YyGOxVnR8DV740a2nEHgwQZTqRz-gBsjViV8rglj3Rf9tR-V942v3gUkB2I16HCLGrDKpRE7hA/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245555699314847010" border="0" /></a>The winds have peaked and are on the way down. The gusts are at about 35 mph now, and the rain is not bad at all. Our town tends to flood, but hopefully it won't be bad. Shannon and Rebekah just went out to "survey the damage," of which there was little. Rebekah never passes up a chance to put on rain boots, so she helped Dad check things out.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-5499527406017726742008-09-13T09:59:00.002-05:002008-09-13T10:07:10.377-05:00Hurricane updateThe storm is here, and we still have power so far. The wind woke me up at 6:00 a.m., but I don't think it will get any worse. We've got 40 mph winds with 60 mph gusts, and it will probably be like that all day long. It's possible that the winds will cause us to lose power later, but maybe we'll get lucky. We're perfectly safe at home and we are not leaving the house until tomorrow. I can't keep Shannon inside--he keeps going out on the porch to watch the storm. Annabelle peeked out the door behind him and said "Whoa!" I know that the news reports are showing that we are in the hurricane, so I just wanted to let everyone know exactly what we're experiencing so you won't worry.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-55804887440153099122008-09-11T23:32:00.002-05:002008-09-11T23:41:23.648-05:00storm watchingWe just wanted to let everyone know that we're prepared for Hurricane Ike, and you shouldn't worry about us. We're far enough from Houston that we're not in danger. We'll probably have some wind and rain and maybe some power outages. We've got all the water and batteries we need, and we're moving all our outdoor stuff into the garage. After that it's just a matter of waiting it out. There's no reason to worry about us--we'll just be stir crazy by Sunday morning. Keep those who live on the coast in your prayers.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-69594164231628255112008-08-09T11:30:00.005-05:002008-08-09T14:16:41.253-05:00check ups and pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8CNuDDik9RRgcUomeCdb3YoNvo9L3eOiRVFUc92L3HbnmfDTuBSoP8RgLOxLakQXEYk634xS_e9wO0tfp-vfx5Cfu1iK1JFwbB0UvSx9cJxzvhI7BlQwDify2RCXRg4_XjZn6Q/s1600-h/annabelle16months.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8CNuDDik9RRgcUomeCdb3YoNvo9L3eOiRVFUc92L3HbnmfDTuBSoP8RgLOxLakQXEYk634xS_e9wO0tfp-vfx5Cfu1iK1JFwbB0UvSx9cJxzvhI7BlQwDify2RCXRg4_XjZn6Q/s320/annabelle16months.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556353896394082" border="0" /></a>The girls had their latest check-ups and shots and they are both healthy and still really tall for their ages. We're trying to pack as much fun into the summer as we can, with baseball games, water fun, and birthday parties galore. This morning we went to the gardens at the George Bush Presidential Library to take pictures of them together before they outgrew their matching Easter dresses. It was a challenge but we did get some great shots. Here are a few, and I've put all of them up on <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/slynne78/sets/72157606627896194/">my Flickr site</a> if you want to see them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJ4plhtsOJIk0nw46sYo4MpQGlInCPZBtsUMD-W1pD9yCVgVJ5qVKXcIEYPTIS6QfPuosFQdqMJOhpEBzOFpqplBUE2XLjR30i0i9ecfSGaaLBlxeGlfZXP93LjSrwBWBLUzeNA/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJ4plhtsOJIk0nw46sYo4MpQGlInCPZBtsUMD-W1pD9yCVgVJ5qVKXcIEYPTIS6QfPuosFQdqMJOhpEBzOFpqplBUE2XLjR30i0i9ecfSGaaLBlxeGlfZXP93LjSrwBWBLUzeNA/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556792292541554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatAsWnkRj7poZLFJKJ2y3SRu5VkS_nIwtBda9IWavwNmzG4XvPlPbyzAwCMH8oLwuLvbTEvhdOMJoC875s8NisMqqcC7Y8LLv21i-g0ewPOKbhRoSRXaVXM1vBBTu0F9iZaNk5A/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatAsWnkRj7poZLFJKJ2y3SRu5VkS_nIwtBda9IWavwNmzG4XvPlPbyzAwCMH8oLwuLvbTEvhdOMJoC875s8NisMqqcC7Y8LLv21i-g0ewPOKbhRoSRXaVXM1vBBTu0F9iZaNk5A/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232557949858861154" border="0" /></a>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-13440332886809780632008-07-22T14:01:00.004-05:002008-08-09T14:16:41.254-05:00Rebekah's birthday party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqOYN9jMoU0nNv9mvNEp_PnusJKUn-doqCxdK0lpQHcnIkXucsI71l8WQ7KSbXUnFtPxb_dPREv4aRIRjfZZ2frb3ULm96cfSq6Zooda-5_XccYScNdVN70RZR4kkFgXMmd1M6A/s1600-h/rainbowcake.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeqOYN9jMoU0nNv9mvNEp_PnusJKUn-doqCxdK0lpQHcnIkXucsI71l8WQ7KSbXUnFtPxb_dPREv4aRIRjfZZ2frb3ULm96cfSq6Zooda-5_XccYScNdVN70RZR4kkFgXMmd1M6A/s320/rainbowcake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917388087557650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rebekah's birthday party Saturday was a big success. She had lots of friends there, and they played in the water and ate massive amounts of cake and watermelon until they were all exhausted. Rebekah got so many new art supplies that we're going to have to get some sort of cart to store them all in. I'll have to start posting her artwork on the blog for you to enjoy. She has already produced a tribute to Jackson Pollack as well as a family portrait. She has also kept us entertained for the past few days with intricate dramas involving dinosaurs and My Little Ponies. All my party pictures have other people's children in them, so I don't want to post them on the internet. But here's a shot of Annabelle dripping in watermelon juice.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYEek-go8KA9wIGJO-jfrKUMbzuEkwmZsoQdUK7Y-qYzQM4sNW1w4DsqXMFe3m51KJ_KgRM1auiL3p_NKhkbdMdoL1DIkkMgSdlqeqloWaUI2vsNNJvTM6IRJnHGTRNa7c9Mukg/s1600-h/watermelon.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYEek-go8KA9wIGJO-jfrKUMbzuEkwmZsoQdUK7Y-qYzQM4sNW1w4DsqXMFe3m51KJ_KgRM1auiL3p_NKhkbdMdoL1DIkkMgSdlqeqloWaUI2vsNNJvTM6IRJnHGTRNa7c9Mukg/s320/watermelon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917696212083906" border="0" /></a>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-90702709086588926292008-07-17T10:34:00.002-05:002008-08-09T14:16:25.485-05:00Biking in style<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdowduYl_gaTg1MOyrSoQvZSLLuoOdRX1kDxdPJg74efx7oZ7WaRU9qr66921ycUsIE-0TyZ-SUcF3MttFrenPETBLD09nVQ6l-0Ko9hKlcbhr0EJSEWsVilmjn8ERIhGibEbIQ/s1600-h/bike.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdowduYl_gaTg1MOyrSoQvZSLLuoOdRX1kDxdPJg74efx7oZ7WaRU9qr66921ycUsIE-0TyZ-SUcF3MttFrenPETBLD09nVQ6l-0Ko9hKlcbhr0EJSEWsVilmjn8ERIhGibEbIQ/s320/bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224006967567366514" border="0" /></a>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-63254353322942950952008-07-12T07:18:00.002-05:002008-08-09T14:16:25.486-05:00Happy Birthday Rebekah!Rebekah is four years old today. We gave her a basket and bell for her bicycle, some pencils with her name on them, and some storybooks in Spanish. And I painted this shirt for her:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcJOEuOQ_Q7pxEHWZ-umxdcfkH1cEv9T_BtaaBF5KA-RP1EwwPH7EW0-QFmYHE9A8FNTfalMvZ7JXBnWvoJleW-rxSzy6nqq_rJyoFeiPolUtxcc4kywfMjXGsSCSLDJeIjuaSQ/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcJOEuOQ_Q7pxEHWZ-umxdcfkH1cEv9T_BtaaBF5KA-RP1EwwPH7EW0-QFmYHE9A8FNTfalMvZ7JXBnWvoJleW-rxSzy6nqq_rJyoFeiPolUtxcc4kywfMjXGsSCSLDJeIjuaSQ/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222101636810918114" border="0" /></a><br />We'll have pictures of the birthday girl trying out her new bike accessories soon.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-112003544101681122008-07-08T12:04:00.006-05:002008-08-09T14:15:31.595-05:00Wilderness vacationWe just got back from our big wilderness vacation at Toledo Bend Lake--I don't think we can call it a real camping trip, since we stayed in an air-conditioned cabin followed by a golf resort. But we were in the woods and there was some outdoor fun.<br /><br />We started on Tuesday with a group of 22--12 adults and 10 children. No, that wasn't the family reunion. That's just Shannon's brothers and sisters and their spouses and kids. The kids were ages 8, two almost 5, one almost 4, two 3, three 1, and one 8 weeks. We stayed in a large cabin that was just made for us. It had five bedrooms with eleven beds, so we could all be together but not on top of each other. The kids played all over the place and made as much noise as they wanted and the adults enjoyed talking and watching the kids play and napping. The perfect vacation, I say. Rebekah was thrilled to be with her cousins. Annabelle was less thrilled, I think, mostly because she seemed to suspect that every time another toddler approached her it was with the intent to take her toy/book/food/sippy cup. But the toddlers got along fine, as did the big kids. And we got to meet baby Kalyn for the first time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL606jLbzJrO7oN0YyLv2cb5JJWpL9uDYpp4CYZE3D5ozVnHA89qBp0OHfvtIeYcNsKkR_CjYDPlbdy7mreqc0h1ZsE0VJoGBNU_QNBI5ikmac2rVRsiqWo4m9L21JT3ZsEl0GRg/s1600-h/fishing.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL606jLbzJrO7oN0YyLv2cb5JJWpL9uDYpp4CYZE3D5ozVnHA89qBp0OHfvtIeYcNsKkR_CjYDPlbdy7mreqc0h1ZsE0VJoGBNU_QNBI5ikmac2rVRsiqWo4m9L21JT3ZsEl0GRg/s320/fishing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220692181852089970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Rebekah went fishing and caught her first fish. Make that her first FIVE fishes! She wasn't afraid to touch it and she threw several back in the water herself. All the big kids caught fish, and of course, the grown-up kids did, too. Kyra, Grace, and Annabelle kept trying to jump in the lake while their older siblings fished.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2udzg33ey9-XnVzhAr190Q27DqNkrO4Da5GsK7fyrwFpm83PlCkgshr-srVPKRmr3OCIsGuLFSCP_Je-EiHtRJNkaYv3D9FBv3XwqKfxYp-FvQo1jHdq5J_lhyiAC0Wip1T54w/s1600-h/holdingfish.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2udzg33ey9-XnVzhAr190Q27DqNkrO4Da5GsK7fyrwFpm83PlCkgshr-srVPKRmr3OCIsGuLFSCP_Je-EiHtRJNkaYv3D9FBv3XwqKfxYp-FvQo1jHdq5J_lhyiAC0Wip1T54w/s320/holdingfish.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220692325723616722" border="0" /></a><br />On Friday, we all moved to the Cypress Bend Golf Resort for the family reunion. That was quite a change from the cabin, so we got two vacations in one. Shannon and his brothers went golfing Friday afternoon and then we went to see a less-than-spectacular fireworks show. But it was Rebekah's first time to see fireworks, so she was happy with it.<br /><br />On Saturday Rebekah and I walked on their nature trail so that she could collect things in her pouch. She came home with a few sticks, some rocks, some hickory nuts, a tiny pine cone, and two snail shells, with the help of her new favorite person, Aunt Betty. (Rebekah says, "That Miss Betty sure is a sweet lady" And that little Rebekah sure has mastered the Southern vernacular in her short life.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcMBuF2C3aaeu-ljpfD6aRW3yuRLQFoLVlBnUK26ENXHFFiidmEGq13mP05s2ISSu8ixLVjy48j7JQdT4qfund1ixzdMs6KKdgMTuOe0vCFYMlYzCNtACYD8MxGDDmFwhPDLVOg/s1600-h/IMG_1181.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcMBuF2C3aaeu-ljpfD6aRW3yuRLQFoLVlBnUK26ENXHFFiidmEGq13mP05s2ISSu8ixLVjy48j7JQdT4qfund1ixzdMs6KKdgMTuOe0vCFYMlYzCNtACYD8MxGDDmFwhPDLVOg/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220693951723194914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saturday evening we met met at the lake for a picnic, and then all converged on the hotel swimming pool. Rebekah discovered "Safety Floats," which we always called Water Wings, and she was happy to be able to swim all over the pool without feeling scared. Annabelle is afraid of nothing, and she jumped into the pool at least a dozen times before eating her weight in watermelon, seeds included. After swimming, we put the kids to bed and those adults who weren't watching sleeping children when to the hotel lounge for Karaoke. By the end of the night, even Shannon got up to sing the theme song to "Smokey and the Bandit."Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-12289639878244636012008-05-30T09:59:00.002-05:002008-08-09T14:16:41.254-05:00Annabelle's first hairdoI know you must be anxiously awaiting an update on the state of the jungle gym. It's fully assembled and getting daily use. Rebekah loves love to climb to the top and then hang in the middle. Annabelle loves to stand under it and watch Rebekah climb. I took pictures, but I decided not to post them on the blog because I don't want pictures of the outside of our house on the internet.<br /><br />So here's a picture of Annabelle's first hairdo. She has been trying to participate in the daily ritual of fixing hair and even tried to put a ponytail holder in Rebekah's hair this week. So the next day, I let her have her very own ponytail.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxET7jMNR2kUEAQ05fiC_F8Aw3ETHA9l4Wqo4nyBVLKhKXOus2l0iSK1Xz2xOZ-4qsQ_hlKAi3r9ZwXmWG94_OPqbm8Gjc2MsVF5OVJeYH_maFCDBIohwiW8byFkXOkhf5nuVmQ/s1600-h/topknot.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPxET7jMNR2kUEAQ05fiC_F8Aw3ETHA9l4Wqo4nyBVLKhKXOus2l0iSK1Xz2xOZ-4qsQ_hlKAi3r9ZwXmWG94_OPqbm8Gjc2MsVF5OVJeYH_maFCDBIohwiW8byFkXOkhf5nuVmQ/s320/topknot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206187082745076722" border="0" /></a>Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-9037925092920098772008-05-21T19:04:00.003-05:002008-08-09T14:17:17.825-05:00Monkey Bars: Before<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEv1GAH3tGOoNmwh3e3CKloFISqSvTe1qF2LXi6VE-XCKQWDYye4uy_2-A6U_amMtIzloHbO58-iQ8BVzCsDgcimjwY5RSC7wdrmyOxeIkyIATkJW4q-8n82xkenJeX19tm5MIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEv1GAH3tGOoNmwh3e3CKloFISqSvTe1qF2LXi6VE-XCKQWDYye4uy_2-A6U_amMtIzloHbO58-iQ8BVzCsDgcimjwY5RSC7wdrmyOxeIkyIATkJW4q-8n82xkenJeX19tm5MIQ/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202987226652028706" border="0" /></a><br />UPS brought a big box yesterday. It claims to be monkey bars (or what we call a jungle gym). Shannon sends Dad his earnest gratitude for the gift. :)Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-36108001719807383842008-05-12T13:38:00.002-05:002008-08-09T14:18:42.048-05:00Happy Mother's DayI had a nice Mother's Day and I hope all of the mothers out there did, too.<br /><br />We finally had Annabelle's baby dedication at church yesterday. She and Rebekah wore matching pink rose dresses with pink sashes--they were beautiful. Annabelle did very well when the pastor held her, and Rebekah stood beside us and spoke when the pastor asked her about her sister. We were proud of them. After church we had lunch with our friends Courtney and Tom and their girls Eliza and Hannah, who had come to church with us.<br /><br />Rebekah signed her own name on the card that she picked out herself. I also got wine, chocolate, and flowers. Instead of buying a pre-made bouquet, Shannon and Rebekah chose the flowers individually to create a bouquet just for me. They had fun on their pre-Mother's Day outing.<br /><br />For Rebekah and Annabelle's grandmothers and great-grandmothers I made a CD of Rebekah singing (we got Annabelle on there a little, too). She made up most of the songs herself, and I know it will have them laughing.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-47242121124776895652008-05-08T09:48:00.002-05:002008-05-08T10:00:13.005-05:00the noseYesterday Rebekah and two other children collided on the playground, and Rebekah's nose absorbed most of the force. Much crying and screaming and bleeding. We took her to the doctor and she said is wasn't broken. Turns out it is very unlikely for a child her age to break her nose because it is still almost completely cartilage. After the first major gush, which lasted quite a while, her nose continued to bleed a little bit all day long, and even this morning. The doctor said it could bleed off and on for days. She also said we shouldn't do anything to treat it because the more we touch it the more it will bleed. After everyone saw the big playground drama, Rebekah was the superstar of the preschool. Everyone wanted to know how she felt and what the doctor said. She has relished all the extra attention. This morning her little nose is swollen, but it's not discolored at all. Her eyes are not black (except for the dark circles under her eyes that she has been genetically cursed with). Her nose is very sore and her teeth are, too, but she is in good spirits and ready to play all day. I just hope she doesn't smash her face again. At least until it has a few days to heal.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35719886.post-46981672830323829082008-04-24T11:32:00.002-05:002008-04-24T11:42:36.943-05:00The children have gone cannibalisticMy mother blames it on the spring. The children are acting crazy, refusing to go to bed, running around the house, jumping on each other and me, shrieking and making all sorts of odd noises. This trend has been escalating over the past two weeks, with what I hope was a climax yesterday. Recently, Rebekah was bitten by another child during a playdate. This week she was playing with Annabelle and decided to bite her clothes like a puppy. She accidentally bit Annabelle. We dealt with that and hopefully convinced her not to try it again. The next day Annabelle was bitten TWICE by a child at daycare. It seems that this classmate was determined to get Annabelle, so the teachers had to keep them separated all day. After being used as a chew toy, I suppose Annabelle was pretty annoyed, so last night she bit me on the shoulder. What is wrong with these children???!!! I've never encountered this problem. I just hope it's over.Sarah and Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02008497223053241492noreply@blogger.com3