tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-315614092024-03-13T07:54:21.773-07:00BOISGPRONOUNCED BWOGWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-34282225548903933082008-03-07T18:53:00.001-08:002008-03-07T19:25:48.299-08:00things we like<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IErc-TXtI/AAAAAAAAARI/vILzucNoCgU/s1600-h/DSC02000.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IErc-TXtI/AAAAAAAAARI/vILzucNoCgU/s400/DSC02000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175204066360516306" border="0" /></a>byoo pwincess dwesses and nooooooooo down-pants (this is the apparel of choice these days)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9ID08-TXsI/AAAAAAAAARA/P5IV8n3-i0A/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9ID08-TXsI/AAAAAAAAARA/P5IV8n3-i0A/s400/DSC01980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175203130057645762" border="0" /></a>ah, post-nap sundays on the couch (this 'pose' lasts five seconds max, and so does that nice, hot cup of coffee in britton's hand!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IC8M-TXrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BzL1kWDPkPQ/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IC8M-TXrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BzL1kWDPkPQ/s400/DSC01978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175202155100069554" border="0" /></a>ah, sundays on the couch. that sticker on their backs says, "I've been changed with love!" Indeed, that is the form that loving me takes these days...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IBeM-TXqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qQckv-4c1ec/s1600-h/DSC01964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IBeM-TXqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qQckv-4c1ec/s400/DSC01964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175200540192366242" border="0" /></a>if it weren't for books, we'd pretty much go insane. thankfully, kaki came in town to take over some of the reading. i know you're thinking, i wish my kids liked to read this much...but it's just like anything else, many tears (weeping and gnashing of teeth) are shed over books all day long...it doesn't solve any major issues or fix the Fall or anything!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IA8M-TXpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e3JE2v_kouM/s1600-h/DSC01958.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IA8M-TXpI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e3JE2v_kouM/s400/DSC01958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175199956076813970" border="0" /></a>when we had the not-flu for three weeks of last month, none of us had much energy...that's mary walton reading to baby katherine (see the dolly blanket? that's how i know it's katherine)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IASc-TXoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fOYDeEGBgrY/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R9IASc-TXoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fOYDeEGBgrY/s400/DSC01994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175199238817275522" border="0" /></a>mary walton and the new house daddy built in the back yard (thanks to grandmommy and poppa!)Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-82508609968010701812008-02-19T15:30:00.000-08:002008-02-19T15:46:47.511-08:00Brocolli water and baby smiles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R7tp4ykqVhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a-Nm9y2sMfE/s1600-h/DSC01951.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R7tp4ykqVhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/a-Nm9y2sMfE/s400/DSC01951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841421706909202" border="0" /></a>Britton is wearing white (and Mary Walton has the white bow)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R7tpgikqVgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7q9vpKmjZj4/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R7tpgikqVgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7q9vpKmjZj4/s400/DSC01948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841005095081474" border="0" /></a>Katherine is wearing pink (and Shelby has the pink bow)<br /><br />Tonight at supper, after a week or so of terrible supper experiences (where 3 yr olds sit at the table for over an hour in front of their bowl of whatever, until they take 3 bites for freedom), I served a favorite dish...frozen cheese pizza and brocolli (the frozen part applies to the brocolli as well). I was draining the brocolli (after "steaming" it in the microwave) and the big girls called out, "Mommy, what are you doing???" (you know, 3 yr olds like to ask questions sometimes.) I said, "I'm pouring out this brocolli water into the sink"...to which they replied, "may I have some broc-a-yee water?" (you can see where this is going) They proceeded to down not one, not two, but THREE teacups each (princess teacups, of course) of "brocolli water" with little brocolli bits floating in it. Unbelievable. You know, I had heard that when you boil vegetables, all the vitamins go in that water...well, problem solved. We have the most granola children...maybe some of that vegetable lovin' can rub off on the parents?Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-4921198647532046792008-02-02T13:13:00.001-08:002008-02-02T15:13:30.772-08:00Shelby's Movie Moments<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R6TlRo9zPLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8-cU_YM2Mlw/s1600-h/DSC01943.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R6TlRo9zPLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/8-cU_YM2Mlw/s320/DSC01943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162503164090596530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Our first movie theater experience...<span style="font-style: italic;">Ratatouille</span><br />Shelby said, "It portrayed the clash between a dying <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feudalism" title="Feudalism">feudalistic</a> noble class and the surging <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capitalism" title="Capitalism">capitalist</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourgeoisie" title="Bourgeoisie">bourgeois</a> class in the post-Kantian pre-French-Revolution Paris, viewed through the lense of 1980's Thatcherian social policy, but tainted by the writers' own Pre-neo-post-modern anti-omni-structuralism with quasi Marxist agrarian undertones....of course...If you've seen <span style="font-style: italic;">Apocalypse Now</span> you have seen the same idea presented more clearly only with Marlon Brando and a long needed nod to Trent's impact on Gorbechev's Perestroika." Of course Mary Walton and i both think that sounds like exactly what a supra-millenial libretarian neo-orthodox platonist, with Hegelian views on post-Vietnam immigration policy, and whose favorite musician is Raffi would say. She sees everything through a pre-"War of Jenkins Ear"-meso-pythagorean infralapsarian mindset.... So what can i say, you know? Stil, I always worry when i agree with Mary because I feel like she is an anti-2nd Chalcedonian Council Modalistic high sacramentarian who would have voted for Mondale but blames Korea on Locke.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R6TlSI9zPMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QB1fvN5inZY/s1600-h/DSC01940.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R6TlSI9zPMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QB1fvN5inZY/s320/DSC01940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162503172680531138" border="0" /></a>Britton's grimace.<br /></div> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R6TdjY9zPJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-fk1P-mYYkc/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R6TdjY9zPJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-fk1P-mYYkc/s200/DSC01935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162494672940252306" border="0" /></a><br />Our dear friend Martha with two happy babies. That's Katherine's best smile that we've captured to date, and that silly grin on Martha's face is one I've been seeing for about 25 years now, which is fun.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw4eUT1HrYJKBuAchOjqR92O2dKNXNhVGtojjfygXNvIkbtrnv3ISntcNf0eNxDgbthifMQfAf2Wxg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-37124618615095103522008-01-26T07:31:00.000-08:002008-01-26T08:10:35.081-08:00You've seen the pic...now see the vid<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw9YsOx1jIoiOfPSJzoEs0Ge4AWmb2BsS3ExtVlxGC3AkVqu7q1ij6am8vlgywfFgitjFD_ZI_JLc0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />This is all 10 wood grandkids (the oldest of which is 4) all in bed with Grandmommy Wood.Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-705288352577200232008-01-14T11:31:00.002-08:002008-01-14T12:12:23.881-08:00pink pink pink<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4vBHo3RlKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xH__lMvZAZo/s1600-h/DSC01831.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4vBHo3RlKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xH__lMvZAZo/s320/DSC01831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155426535428166818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u_3Y3RlJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UZaRDVpGKx0/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u_3Y3RlJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UZaRDVpGKx0/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155425156743664786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u_UY3RlII/AAAAAAAAAIg/J1xtpSUFcP4/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u_UY3RlII/AAAAAAAAAIg/J1xtpSUFcP4/s320/DSC01809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155424555448243330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u-v43RlHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8MbTskw300I/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u-v43RlHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8MbTskw300I/s320/DSC01892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155423928383018098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u5TY3RlGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rizM_uLvjiM/s1600-h/DSC01875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4u5TY3RlGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rizM_uLvjiM/s320/DSC01875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155417941198607458" border="0" /></a><br />the fate of the cupcakes...<br /><br />these blue blankets were knitted by our precious 92 yr old across-the-street neighbor...<br /><br />and this picture's not from the birthday party, but since they're wearing pink...this is a picture of the babies so happy at the park with Kaki on our trip to Jackson this Christmas...does Kaki look happy, too? Lots of folks think these three look alike :)<br /><br />At their party, the girls wore bows (thanks, Aunt Kathryn for the steady supply) AND party hats (thanks, Aunt Marne, remember these from two years ago!) AND birthday tiaras (thanks, Aunt Nissy and Uncle Scott!)...who says a girl can wear too much dazzle?<br /><br />And here's the actual birthday (the party was two days later)...thanks, Mary Leigh, for the yummy birthday cakes you brought over for the girls! They shared with their baby sisters, as is their habit at the dinner table...for better or worse!<br /><br />For the record, I have no idea how to format this blog...I just type and paste pictures, and it comes out whichever way it wants to...oh well!Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-19368522747745855652008-01-13T17:26:00.000-08:002008-01-14T11:30:00.223-08:00mo' 2 come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8q43RlBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5ieh8vcobow/s1600-h/DSC01821.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8q43RlBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/5ieh8vcobow/s320/DSC01821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155140168483705874" border="0" /></a>Doesn't this picture look like the Who's from Whoville all sleeping in one bed? Doesn't Grandmommy look so happy? Christmas was amazing...ten grandchildren, the oldest of whom turned four just the month before. The 4 yr old is pictured below, and you can tell by Mary Walton's dreamy expression how much each of the other 9 love their big-boy cousin! Of the babies, Britton is the one munching on birthday cake, and Katherine is the one with the crazy grin. Shelby is the birthday princess pictured below, with the pink sash ("like Mary Poppins," they say...sister suffragettes in training I suppose), pink bow, dazzling earrings, magic wand, and birthday tiara (contributions of Aunt Nissy and Uncle Scott). More party pics to come...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rI3RlCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jCfjVdFuphA/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rI3RlCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jCfjVdFuphA/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155140172778673186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rI3RlDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AqjWg5hHTx4/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rI3RlDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AqjWg5hHTx4/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155140172778673202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rY3RlEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_w0RNEDaXao/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rY3RlEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/_w0RNEDaXao/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155140177073640514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rY3RlFI/AAAAAAAAAII/DPWTJzqt1do/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R4q8rY3RlFI/AAAAAAAAAII/DPWTJzqt1do/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155140177073640530" border="0" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-76903078693608657982007-12-15T11:08:00.001-08:002007-12-15T13:54:40.259-08:00You can line 'em all up, but you can't get 'em all to smile (or even look at the camera)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2QvoI3Rk7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Hefv9OrWqQ0/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2QvoI3Rk7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Hefv9OrWqQ0/s320/DSC01673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144289040984544178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qs3o3Rk6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9q2ltru70CM/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qs3o3Rk6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/9q2ltru70CM/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144286008737633186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qo8Y3Rk2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FD4X-VhnKA4/s1600-h/DSCN1025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qo8Y3Rk2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FD4X-VhnKA4/s320/DSCN1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144281692295500642" border="0" /></a>but here are some updated shots of what they<br />all look like anyhow!<br /><br /> more(non-pregnancy related) news to come...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qm2o3Rk0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bFMEB6jc1dw/s1600-h/DSC01709.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qm2o3Rk0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bFMEB6jc1dw/s320/DSC01709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144279394487997250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qm243Rk1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3gTfqTdP_jI/s1600-h/DSCN1013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/R2Qm243Rk1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3gTfqTdP_jI/s320/DSCN1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144279398782964562" border="0" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-57826252820680217942007-09-02T17:48:00.000-07:002007-09-17T15:03:09.037-07:00Truckers in Training<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RttiWXGzDeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vWXC94R00q4/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RttiWXGzDeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vWXC94R00q4/s320/DSC01469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105782738853760482" border="0" /></a>Hello from our back yard...or, from the babies' perspective, just across the window pane from the backyard! If you are wondering why Katherine is pumping iron at such a young age, just check the next two scary pictures of big sister Mary Walton. (This, by the way, is about as close to the swimming pool as we have gotten so far in Columbia...all the gear, and not enough life guards--sorry, girls!) As I write, I am listening to our monitors in the big girls' room, where they are still singing "Baa, Baa, Black Sheep" (it's 9:30 p.m.).<br />"...and one for de yiddle boy who yivves down de yaaaaaaaane"<br />We just took this last picture this afternoon, again<br />in the back yard: Mary Walton, Katherine (and her<br />expressive eyebrows), Britton (and her always-animated grin),<br />and Shelby. Rain boots and smocked dresses are a<br />favorite combo in our family...I'm serious!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb6XGzDZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOrsaMsAKaY/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb6XGzDZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gOrsaMsAKaY/s320/DSC01472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105775660747656594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb6nGzDaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LmojDQxIMKU/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb6nGzDaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LmojDQxIMKU/s320/DSC01474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105775665042623906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb63GzDbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KCtLwi5KGY4/s1600-h/DSC01478.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb63GzDbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KCtLwi5KGY4/s320/DSC01478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105775669337591218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb7HGzDcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X0kqBRIiBxs/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb7HGzDcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X0kqBRIiBxs/s320/DSC01492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105775673632558530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb7nGzDdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N4b02hvtOO4/s1600-h/DSC01519.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rttb7nGzDdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/N4b02hvtOO4/s320/DSC01519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105775682222493138" border="0" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-7799121707188716122007-07-17T17:02:00.000-07:002007-07-17T18:13:05.780-07:00A few choice words...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1illJnRkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dD8JCuyX7nU/s1600-h/DSC01463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1illJnRkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dD8JCuyX7nU/s320/DSC01463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088331551765644866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1illJnRkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dD8JCuyX7nU/s1600-h/DSC01463.jpg"> </a><br /><br />Shelby <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1hS1JnRiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/haH3GpH2IZ4/s1600-h/DSC01464.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1hS1JnRiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/haH3GpH2IZ4/s320/DSC01464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088330130131469858" border="0" /></a> Baby Britton, on a big spit-up day<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1gy1JnRhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CWtAmmkx1MU/s1600-h/DSC01445.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1gy1JnRhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CWtAmmkx1MU/s320/DSC01445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088329580375655954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"No! No thank you! No ma'am, chair, no hurt Shelby!"<br /> -Shelby (left), after falling out of her chair<br /><br /><br /><br />"Mommy, you have...brown hair. Shelby have...no brown hair. (pause) Trees have... green."<br /> and also...<br />"Mommy, you have...brown eyes. Shelby have...byoo eyes. (pause) Trees have...no eyes."<br /> -Shelby, looking out the window on the long van ride home<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1gRlJnRgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13SfSgRCOGo/s1600-h/DSC01459.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1gRlJnRgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13SfSgRCOGo/s320/DSC01459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088329009145005570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />"O please, flamingo!? O please, flamingo!?"<br />-Mary Walton, after being offered 'some mango' by her daddy<br /><br /> "This is Daddy's big<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1kuVJnRlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N6y4idJdhc4/s1600-h/DSC01465.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rp1kuVJnRlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N6y4idJdhc4/s320/DSC01465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088333901112755794" border="0" /></a>-girl bed!"<br /> -Mary Walton, upon seeing the guest bed<br /><br /><br />Baby Katherine, a.k.a. mosquito baitWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-32894585901025310742007-06-21T06:06:00.001-07:002007-06-21T06:10:59.243-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4Z3NHzKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gotmL639lEE/s1600-h/DSC01427.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4Z3NHzKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gotmL639lEE/s320/DSC01427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503915524705442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4Z3NHzLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S2BZ_xgcARo/s1600-h/DSC01367.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4Z3NHzLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S2BZ_xgcARo/s320/DSC01367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503915524705458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4aHNHzMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d-lvLrIpEDo/s1600-h/DSC01151.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4aHNHzMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/d-lvLrIpEDo/s320/DSC01151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503919819672770" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4aHNHzNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KP7HStk5Z8s/s1600-h/DSC01391.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4aHNHzNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KP7HStk5Z8s/s320/DSC01391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503919819672786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4aXNHzOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NzxY-vLObFA/s1600-h/DSC01418.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/Rnp4aXNHzOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NzxY-vLObFA/s320/DSC01418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078503924114640098" border="0" /></a><br />We are settled into Columbia, SC. More pics and stories to follow soon...Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-82482062158012211562007-04-19T08:33:00.000-07:002007-04-19T08:36:50.705-07:00You write the story...Here are three successive pictures of play time with our buddy Coleman Clark...feel free to submit your own story of the events depicted here...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieMceKNmZI/AAAAAAAAADg/N7wMakYF46Q/s1600-h/twinswithcoleman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieMceKNmZI/AAAAAAAAADg/N7wMakYF46Q/s320/twinswithcoleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055163527506794898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieMceKNmaI/AAAAAAAAADo/XB1INxAyRa4/s1600-h/twinswithcoleman2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieMceKNmaI/AAAAAAAAADo/XB1INxAyRa4/s320/twinswithcoleman2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055163527506794914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieMcuKNmbI/AAAAAAAAADw/1BwEJSkuZ24/s1600-h/underthedesk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieMcuKNmbI/AAAAAAAAADw/1BwEJSkuZ24/s320/underthedesk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055163531801762226" border="0" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-39771705527105403872007-04-19T08:06:00.000-07:002007-04-19T08:33:03.085-07:00Look i am doing the best i can, cant we all just get along...Can't i get no love? So here are some pictures and stuff and things. The most notable twin-tabloid-fodder-to-date is that the big girls are enamored with American Idol (or American Ijul). If that is a problem for you, you know the whole exposing 2 year olds to pop culture, then i ask you, "Is it better for them to learn about American Idol from their friends and MTV or from their parents?" See what i am getting at... So here is what you came for...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHlOKNmUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nnIU350Warw/s1600-h/DSC00960.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHlOKNmUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nnIU350Warw/s320/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055158180272511298" border="0" /></a> New Alpine Camp for Boys brochure cover?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHleKNmVI/AAAAAAAAADA/bnZyaN38iPU/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHleKNmVI/AAAAAAAAADA/bnZyaN38iPU/s320/DSC00977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055158184567478610" border="0" /></a>We affectionately refer to the diaper-only style as neka-bunny<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHl-KNmWI/AAAAAAAAADI/qIVrNvHnAFk/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHl-KNmWI/AAAAAAAAADI/qIVrNvHnAFk/s320/DSC01010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055158193157413218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHmOKNmXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yCVRbBEyOTI/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHmOKNmXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yCVRbBEyOTI/s320/DSC01031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055158197452380530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHmuKNmYI/AAAAAAAAADY/OxdOEiK1ye8/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RieHmuKNmYI/AAAAAAAAADY/OxdOEiK1ye8/s320/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055158206042315138" border="0" /></a><br />PICK IT!!!Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-44037046871848452682007-03-24T13:09:00.000-07:002007-03-24T13:18:12.866-07:00cheerizzle-o<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGtHPAySI/AAAAAAAAACM/4tUXUgwQbOc/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGtHPAySI/AAAAAAAAACM/4tUXUgwQbOc/s320/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045587067132758306" border="0" /></a>so you can see, they look alike but have different personalities. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGtnPAyTI/AAAAAAAAACU/sGA8TuUNeHY/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGtnPAyTI/AAAAAAAAACU/sGA8TuUNeHY/s320/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045587075722692914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGuHPAyUI/AAAAAAAAACc/1q4zihEjXtc/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGuHPAyUI/AAAAAAAAACc/1q4zihEjXtc/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045587084312627522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGunPAyVI/AAAAAAAAACk/yyuEpW2y5Pk/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGunPAyVI/AAAAAAAAACk/yyuEpW2y5Pk/s320/DSC00805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045587092902562130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGvHPAyWI/AAAAAAAAACs/25JI14sszaY/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgWGvHPAyWI/AAAAAAAAACs/25JI14sszaY/s320/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045587101492496738" border="0" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-70366583328530923332007-03-20T19:19:00.000-07:002007-03-20T19:44:22.312-07:00In the land of Spurrier...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgCbJ3PAyRI/AAAAAAAAACE/6fFQwnt9edo/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RgCbJ3PAyRI/AAAAAAAAACE/6fFQwnt9edo/s320/DSC00571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044202176402999570" border="0" /></a><br />So i am down in Columbia, SC. The Hayseses were kind enough to come to St. Louis and help out Elizabeth while i do a little house hunting. Man i miss all my girls. But it hasn't been all bad, i get these adorable voicemails that say "i yuv oo" and "i miss oo" and "Deesus yuvs me yis i nooooo." Any way, i think we are gonna do right nice here in Columbia.<br /> But your here fur the girls. Well we got singers. They are doing sunday school now and our repertoire is rapidly expanding including "Keyus was a yee yil man," and "ownwee a boy aimd yavid." But you remember when "hit me baby one more time" was the only thing on the radio and you couldn't get it out of your head, yeah, 'baa baa back-seep' is our no. 1 billboard hit we just cant seem to get rid of. But we dont think the girls are on quite the same career trac as our newly bald Britney. Oh yeah, by the way, yeah Tim Keller is cool and gifted and all, but the women who lead 2 year old sunday schools are super-special gifts to God's kingdom.<br /> So the babies are still kinda waking in the night, they are getting a little lower maintenance during the day (read: elizabeth is feeling slightly more normal (but don't read too much into that cause the kinda normal we are talking about is what's normal for a mom of 4 girls 2 y.o. and under)).<br /> Spring training is right around the corner, March 24th, mark your calendars. Remember when i started this thing and wanted Shula fired, man, i was sooooo right. (which by the way i officially espoused that position like 6.5 hours after he was hired- i just want credit for that). I am saying it here and now: DJ Hall for heisman.<br /><br />LOOK FOR MORE PICS IN 3 DAYS. i gotta go get them off the camera.<br /><br />brWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-5751753638924437412007-02-15T08:44:00.000-08:002007-02-15T08:51:21.695-08:00(s)now-balls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO0vjqw6I/AAAAAAAAABI/_5JfYP2Jc-s/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"><br /><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO0vjqw6I/AAAAAAAAABI/_5JfYP2Jc-s/s320/DSC00512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031803720450098082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO0_jqw7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vRDBkbpVqgg/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO0_jqw7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/vRDBkbpVqgg/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031803724745065394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO1fjqw8I/AAAAAAAAABY/d2CSz1mQpTQ/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO1fjqw8I/AAAAAAAAABY/d2CSz1mQpTQ/s320/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031803733335000002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO1_jqw9I/AAAAAAAAABg/B842hYw0JC0/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO1_jqw9I/AAAAAAAAABg/B842hYw0JC0/s320/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031803741924934610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO2Pjqw-I/AAAAAAAAABo/U8QAJ75sbRI/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSO2Pjqw-I/AAAAAAAAABo/U8QAJ75sbRI/s320/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031803746219901922" border="0" /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Have you ever had that sensation when it is so cold outside that when you inhale through your nostrils you can feel the moisture in your nose freeze. I kinda like the way that feels. So we are snow and ice bound up hurr in the Lu. The bigs got out in their snow suits and romped around, eating ‘no-balls’ and getting snot frozen on their faces. They lasted a solid 8 minutes before the gust winds got to ‘em. Latin America and what not, but moving on…. The bigs have become quite the musical prodigies. They (Shelby in particular) enjoy singing a medley of ‘baa baa black sheep’ abc..’ ‘Jesus loves me’ ‘Jesus loves the little Children.’ Lastly, you’ll note in some of the pictures that we have solved that nasty ‘omigosh our hair is outta kontrol’ problem. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Meanwhile, the littles have recently been introduced to baby cereal and tasty pureed veggies. We are hoping this is gonna push them on through the night. They have been going down 8:30-9ish and waking around 12:30-1:30ish getting re-passied and then finally eating around 4:30-5:30ish. The veggies are making the diapers a little more instersting. It’s kinda weird how all different forms of poo-poo are like an bi-hourly part of my life and barely even gross to me any more. I hope this is just a phase</span><br /><br /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-82504712834431107222007-02-15T08:32:00.000-08:002007-02-15T08:44:25.234-08:00pics...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNqvjqw1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGZrumMzaDY/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNqvjqw1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FGZrumMzaDY/s320/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031802449139778386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNrPjqw2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XYEUJ7BmYms/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNrPjqw2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XYEUJ7BmYms/s320/DSC00418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031802457729712994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNrfjqw3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/WmqgJ8Ehyko/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNrfjqw3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/WmqgJ8Ehyko/s320/DSC00423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031802462024680306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNr_jqw4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mqJoICjnOyg/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNr_jqw4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/mqJoICjnOyg/s320/DSC00443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031802470614614914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNsfjqw5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/oVvhUAF3DJ8/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtPhoFjwpw0/RdSNsfjqw5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/oVvhUAF3DJ8/s320/DSC00503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031802479204549522" border="0" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1169152000841444332007-01-18T12:18:00.000-08:002007-01-18T12:26:40.856-08:00Hot like Nick Saban when I bust rhymes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/80459/DSC00375.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/233593/DSC00375.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/878697/christmas2006021.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/120559/christmas2006021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/430398/DSC00351.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/385403/DSC00351.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/971214/DSC00385.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/500438/DSC00385.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/419500/DSC00345.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/859478/DSC00345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It has been so long that no one is probably even reading this any more. Yikes! This was gonna be my big break. This blog was gonna explode onto the “blogging about twins” scene. Then some notable newspaper editor or writer was gonna recognize my scribal prowess. They were gonna say, “why don’t you write a column or two for us.” I was gonna make some pithy, insightful, and awesome comments about the weaknesses in the execution of alabama’s offence. Some friend of Nick Saban’s was gonna say, “Hey Nick you should look at what this guy is saying.” He was gonna take some of my advice, win some games, give me a call, offer me a job, retire after a few years, I was gonna take the reigns and people were gonna forget about Bear Bryant, I was gonna be elected governor, make the natural move to president, appoint Joe Kines as press secretary, outlaw annoying british import gameshows hosted by comedians in the twilight of their careers, re-introduce the draft, build an enormous military, invade mexico and canada, then central and south america, set up puppet regimes, take over the rest of the planet, put auburn’s and tennessee’s football teams on permanent probation and scholarship limitations, then explore the possibility of the colonization of space. But that is neither here nor there.<br /> Any way, we had a fabulous, fun, exciting, exhausting, power losing, branch-falling-through-our-sky-light break. We got to hit Da ‘Ham and Jackson. Lots of friends and family got to meet our new girls. I am trying to figure out if the kick I get out of people adoring our children is vanity or good. Or worse case scenario, people are just lying and our kids aren’t that cute. If that is the case, don’t tell us.<br /> The little girls have gotten very responsive, talking and smiling, so that is kinda darn heart-warming. They are sleeping from about 10 p.m.- 5 a.m. so that is pretty much the bomb. The doctor said that she thought they were a couple of weeks away from doing about 10 hours at night. There is light at the end of the tunnel. I mean, the hardest part of parenting is pretty much overwith now, we are just coasting for the next 20 years, right?<br /> The big girls are becoming helpers. Shelby waits by the changing table when we change diapers and takes the dirty diaper and carries it to the trash can. Oh yeah, did I mention that the big girls got Alabama Crocs for their birthday. Lastly, some of the most fun we have had has been watching the big girls love on the little girls. They get all up in there face and say, “ Oh Baby, hey baby, coo, coo” and what have you. They love’em, they love to see them right when they get up in the morning. They love to wipe drool off their face. You can really see that they have maternal instincts that are kickin’ in.<br /> I’ll post more often…<br />BRWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1165421489804480702006-12-06T07:53:00.000-08:002006-12-06T08:11:29.816-08:00Sooo loooong....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/215745/DSC00124.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/243070/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/221662/DSC00236.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/607248/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/950169/DSC00172.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/419002/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/881415/DSC00081.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/293555/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/1600/589031/DSC00095.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3841/3424/320/266784/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Come on give me a break....theengs have been a little crazy. Everyone (except the babies) in our fam got the stomach bug for the week of thanksgiving. Watching our big girls throw up for 6 hours is even way more painful then losing to Auburn 5 times in a row (at least for me, me thinks that means i am growing up). The big girls' vocab is rapidly expanding. They are constantly requesting their two favorite songs Byduck-byduck (Fire Truck, Fire truck) and ah-yoo-ya (The Hallelujah Chorus). It is kinda funny that they love those two songs because i think one is on the sound track for Hell and the other i think we might hear in Heaven. So we are entering finals time. I dont know if i told yall but we sold-ish our house. A friend of a friend signed a lease purchase agreement (he rents it for 6 months and then buys it). The guy is totally cool- he is an opera singer. So that is a load off. OH YEAH, HOW COULD I FORGET....THE BABIES HAVE BEEN SLEEPING 8 HOURS A NIGHT FOR THE LAST 5 NIGHTS!!! This is only about 3 months ahead of when the big girls were making this kinda progress. This is the work of Jesus. So we gots lots to be grateful for this Christmas season, now its just a wait and see game to see if Santa is really gonna bring an RV. Personally i dont see how he could transport it on his sleigh, but stranger things have happened. Any way, on with the pics...Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1162666139921534152006-11-04T10:19:00.000-08:002006-11-06T11:59:36.813-08:00Scooter...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00084.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00066.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00073.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00077.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00061.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />is what we are calling Little Melissa's finance. (His real name is Scott Greenwood and no I did not misspell fiance) We have been teaching the big girls to say Uncle Scooter but it just comes out as 'ssstooter,' which is kind of funny because it sounds like Scott has a flatulence problem (which as far as we know he doesn't....as far as we know...) The beeg gurlrz have been splittin' tyme in Jackson and B'ham this week. I guess that means we have had a break here. It has been sad having them gone, but I know Elizabeth has gotten all rested up. They will be back on Monday. We cant wait for their hugs and snotty kisses (which is somehow not gross at all to us). Any way...here are some more pics...enjoy... (I like the whole three periods thing... because I feel like it is a cheap/easy way that i can make transitions back and forth between thoughts/statements that have nothing to do with eachother...i hope tennessee loses to LSU...see with three periods that transition is just natural)Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1161655780079337582006-10-23T19:04:00.000-07:002006-10-23T19:09:40.090-07:00On a seriouser note:Thanks so much for yall's prayers and help, we have no idea how a family could do this without the support system we have. It has been a humbling blessing to have the hands and feet of Jesus support us, (yall are the hands and feet, by the way).<br />BUT, one more monster prayer request: We still haven't sold the home that we moved out of in June. Please pray that we can get that done. Owning a home we dont live in is one of the last things we need right now.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />BRWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1161647152501934702006-10-23T16:25:00.000-07:002006-10-23T16:45:52.513-07:00Laughable Larks in Lactation<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00051.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00042.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00023.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00032.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSC00052.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSC00052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />There do be yorn fun pics:::<br /><br />So I thought you all should know: We have video documentation attesting to this event, but I can't figure out a way to get the dang videos on here yet. If I can, have no worries, you’ll see this one: What e’er could I be talking about? Well, only the most humorous episode in the wacky life of our twin girls. As many of you know, the maternal instincts have already kicked in on the girls older. Well them instincts has done kicked it up a notch. Remember those ever so cute pictures of the girls bottle feeding their baby-dolls while we were bottle feeding the girls younger. So they only reacted naturally when they observed the nursing of the girls younger. Yes, its exactly what you're thinking. The girls older are now nursing their baby-dolls. And of course when you have twins some times you have to nurse two at a time, so the girls older not only nurse their baby-dolls but they do two at a time. (For you privacy/modesty nut cases, I have permission from my wife to relay this info, so there) It is 98% spectacularly-hysterically-cute and 2% a little weird. But 98% is an A+ right. We’ll take it.Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1160187301611165842006-10-06T19:11:00.000-07:002006-10-06T19:15:01.613-07:00Dude, where's my twin?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0012.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0012.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0009.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0009.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1160186992218637342006-10-06T19:02:00.000-07:002006-10-06T19:17:44.253-07:00Mo' Money, Mo Problems<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0016.1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0016.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0014.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0001.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The truth is now we are just posting to get cute pictures out there for your viewing pleasure. Now I have to make up something that is either both informative or witty (or ideally both) about the girls. When I run out of material I just make fun of Mike Shula, but its getting to the point where that is a little too easy. Any way, every body is doing well, Elizabeth is healing quickly. The big girls don’t appear to be going through that “Omigosh-my-fifteen-minutes-are-over-these-new-primadonnas-have-stolen-the-spotlight-and-i-am-going-to-have-to-publicly-misbehave-to-get-everyone’s-attention-back-on-me-just-like-Lindsey-Lohan-or-go-on-a-reality-show-like-MC-Hammer” syndrome that people warned us about. They love the baby girls and kiss them on the toes: perdy steenking cute. When the big’uns see the littl’uns they say over and over again, “baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby” or something like that, maybe I don’t have enough “baby”s memorized. The big girls also like to imitate our tasks with the little girls, up to and including: bottle feeding, clothes-changing, and everyone’s favorite: diaper changing.Wood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1159070622417600992006-09-23T20:40:00.000-07:002006-09-24T09:24:57.133-07:00Fire Mike Shula!!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0012.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wow, do you think bama's ground game could get any worse... (stop britton...settle down...even though you knew exactly how bama's season would go these people don't care, they are here for the babies...as well they should be...we need to reflect on the beautiful things of the world like our little girls...especially when we have spent time observing the horrors of bama's offense). By the way, the big girls are allowed to watch TV on two occasions: 1) when we are in the car for more than 15 minutes 2) and when bama is playing. And suprisingly they sat down in my lap today and watched about 2 full quarters of football. What say you to that anti-tv parents (that are not my parents)? I only missed a little football when Mary Walton jumped up, grabbed her diaper, and informed me and her sister, "poopeez." I have never used this word and neither has Elizabeth but within the last two weeks it has taken a prominent role in the girls' vocab. Needless to say, It's huhhhstairicul, and makes the ensuing duties a little bit easier to bear as she repeatedly informs you of the status of her diaper until said diaper is removed. <br />So moving on... we are checking out of the hospital tomorrow. The little girls are super healthy and eating great. Elizabeth is feeling a bajeellion times better right now then she was last time at this stage. This is our last night of "free" thru-the-night child care and we is takin advantage.<br /><br />enjoy the pics, more to come,<br /><br />b ta tha rWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31561409.post-1158793239115284682006-09-20T15:03:00.000-07:002006-09-20T16:03:41.056-07:00New babies, new babies, new babies... and stop.<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0009.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0009.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/1600/DSCF0007.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3841/3424/320/DSCF0007.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Hey gang,<br />Sorry about the long absence. I know you wake up every morning and come and check our blog before you even get your coffee. There's so much pressure to be insightfully witty and make obscure pop culture references...But enough about me....that's not what your here for. Here are our first pics. That is Britton with Mrs. Hays and Katherine is with Mom. We came to the hospital about 11:30 last night and the doctor performed a c-section around 3:15. The girls are healthy and Elizabeth is worn out. Upon entry into the world, Katherine told me that one of her major concerns was the inconsistent and spotty playcalling Mike Shula has been responsible for this year. Katherine and Britton both indicated that they wouldn't mind seeing Bobby Petrino (Louisville coach) on the sidelines in Tuscaloosa next year. Gosh these girls really got their heads screwed on right. Oh yeah, Katherine weighs 5 lbs. 3 oz. (Shelby weighed 5.2) and Britton weighs 4 lb. 13 oz. (Mary Walton was 4.12) so we are pretty consistent. The big girls are coming to meet their little sissies tomorrow, we cant wait for that moment. I'll put some more pics up soon, no more long lags btw posts. THANKS FOR ALL YOUR PRAYERS!!! We never forget that these little pun'kins are gifts from Jesus.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />BRWood Gurlzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886785983346287219noreply@blogger.com6