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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T10:29:54.333-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life in 2012" /><title>i mean, who does that?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.completelyoutnumbered.com/feeds/6451477289038224811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3004196134900254044&amp;postID=6451477289038224811" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004196134900254044/posts/default/6451477289038224811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3004196134900254044/posts/default/6451477289038224811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/vzfAx/~3/NF6gsUde_aM/i-mean-who-does-that.html" title="i mean, who does that?" /><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17276496125507682440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeTYvxkXGmQ/ThHs7pliIII/AAAAAAAABj8/Xuf80dhDAaI/s220/000E0032.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">i find myself saying that a lot. because, well, come on - there is a lot of stupidity out there. and, yesterday i was saying it about myself, which i definitely do from time to time. except usually it is because i've said something completely ridiculous to someone i should have not been ridiculous around. now that i think about it - i actually did that yesterday, too.

anyway, in an effort to 
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1. flash mobs. i know.

2. the national anthem. always. especially before a game - even if it is just a high school game.

3. the season finale of lost. 

4. christmas songs. my favorite; little drummer boy.

5. absolutely anything if i am really tired.
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via
first of all, check out this. ah-maz-ing. oh, the history. i can hardly stand it! 
next up: sad. as in, seasonal affective disorder? i get it every year, about this time. except this year it has been super warm and only a dusting of snow. so why am i still feeling it? it's not as bad as it could be, but it is there just the same. i've come to a conclusion, here. it is just....february. the 
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photos by my mil, cheryl


...but i really do have the cutest baby.

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triston got a microscope for christmas that came with live shrimp eggs. we finally got around to hatching them and the above picture x 100 is now living in a petri dish on our kitchen counter. i am completely grossed out. of course, the boys -especially triston- think it is the coolest thing ever. and in order to foster that curiosity and education and love for science, i am keeping
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on mlk day we went to our local children's museum. i am not a huge fan of this museum because the very first time we went there, a couple years ago, we lost bryce and he was a new two year old. our mistake, obviously, because we went on free family night and everyone
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in honor of this little guy's first trip to the e.r., i'm posting a video of him.

(really, it is just because i just figured out how to do it minus the fact that it is sideways)

(and i wasn't being mean to bryce in the video, he was attacking me)

(and nash got the bottle asap)

(and the e.r. trip proved to be nothing - he is fine)
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there are no pictures for this post. this is a picture of lily to show how much she hates the camera. she. flips. out. similarly, though, and relative to this story - this is just what she looked like while she was trying to eat the tires off my stroller. 
so maybe it was the giant handfuls of chocolate animal crackers that i ate today or maybe it was other stressful events that i will delve 
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i had SO MUCH fun doing this. courtney is one of my oldest friends and already the momma of two gorgeous little girls. in just a few short weeks, she will get to experience the joys of a boy! a friend of hers and i got together to host a little surprise shower for her and since i am not local, abby made all the plans to get courtney to the arranged place. of course, surprises never go as 
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true story. that is what they call themselves. i just signed them up for another season of wrestling and bryce made it on the team this year. we probably won't let him wrestle opponents - just learn the techniques and mess around a little. but good golly, check that face out. triston and jackson act pretty goofy, but the little one - he is trouble. 


...but he is a pretty big sweetheart, too
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actually sitting on a a bookshelf
under the couch in our formal living room
in the shoe closet
on the basement floor
in the corner of a bedroom closet...just missed the hamper.
I am just documenting for posterity's sake here. the boys constantly say they can't find clean socks and well, this is why. i find them all over the house - in the places 
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  i love it when the kids start doing things on command. i don't have any pictures of this, because anytime you want your kid to do something so others can see he is clearly a genius, they balk. parents, am i right or am i right?  at 8 months, nash is waving at hello and bye-bye, playing peek-a-boo...and maybe saying it? and clapping his hands. he is pulling up on everything, walking behind his 
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i had a really cute video to post of nash saying peek-a-boo and being all cute. it will have to wait, though, because blogger is being stubborn, not unlike  my dog, lily. or my children, for that matter. why must everything in my life be met with such difficulty?! uuuuggggghhhh. 

so, in the meantime, is the above picture bothersome? i was casually snooping around fox news -looking for the new
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oh, blogger, you make me so mad! i can't figure out how to turn the photo - even though i already did it...
ANYWAY. bryce sweetly drew this picture of our family. and then he described it to me. I am the big one with the scribble of hair. and i've been thinking about this for a couple of days...did he draw me as the big one because subconsciously he sees me as the in biggest part in his life? I
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by far, the best thing to do on the eve of going back to school after christmas is to have a sundae party. even better  if it just happens to be the coldest day of the winter season thus far and the winds are audibly howling outside. and maybe a flurry or two swirling around, too. you've got to have just the right ingredients to choose from: ice cream, of course. we stuck with french vanilla. 
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january - travis starting his new job as county prosecutor. for sure the fruitation of all our hard work campaigning through 2010.

february - girls trip to st. louie and meeting miss pioneer woman.


march - watching my boys wrestle in the cutest little outfits ever. EVER! and a surprise baby shower for me and baby.

april -  mr. nash man on the 21st. the best part of 2011

may - adjusting to 
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﻿rolling in at home depot at exactly 5:15 am, i was skeptical. we hadn't really found that many great deals in the 11 previous hours of black friday shopping. but i went anyway, because my husband wanted a bench for our front porch and i thought i could find it there. i was wrong. plum sold out of every last one since, like, labor day. but i happened upon this lonely little tree box and grabbed 
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Fall is rolling right on out of here. And I am assuming it is the unseasonably warm temps, but I am okay with that this year? So on with the Christmas decor. And speaking...how many glitter bulb ornaments is considered too many? I'm thinking you can probably never have enough because what you don't use for your tree can surely be used on perfect white platters just sitting on your table, or in 
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I mean, at least for this crawling puff-eating baby.Where did the time go?

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I guess I don't know the proper usage of limbs on animals. In either case, she broke an appendage. And it was awful.

Last Tuesday, Election Day. I came home from dutifully working the polls for several candidates. I did my rounds in the house and tied Lily out on her tie-out, which she normally loves. Not too much later I heard yelping that sounded....not good? I ran downstairs only to find her
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Just take a look at these little cuties. I know. I could just eat them all up..which I usually do and sometimes they totally hate it but I'm pretty sure they secretly love it. Especially that little Brycer.Anyway....
And now, my 2011 Christmas list. I'm not this greedy in real life.
Oh, the novelty. This. 
One of these. Super cool or what?
And this.
And this, which I've wanted for like 50 years.
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The first one is that October is a crazy month for us. Lots to do and make. Lots of end of the season outside play and halloween/thanksgiving/christmas projects overload. Not to mention I always start Christmas shopping in October, too. AND every year I think I am going to make awesome hand-made gifts for everyone. I usually
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But Jackson's take? Pumpkin Snickor-Noodles. Isn't it just the cutest thing? I mean, he is about to turn 6 and just lost his first tooth and all, so any 
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Doesn't this look amazing? Especially now that the days are gettting cooler. I am in love with this picture, so I am hoping I love the chili just as much! I'm making it right....now! You can find the recipe on a great little blog, Chemistry of Cooking.
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