<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:46:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.A.Day In The Life..............</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-3884777327271696182</id><published>2011-06-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:08:58.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Transforming Stories!: Get Up And Walk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://godstransformingstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-up-and-walk.html?spref=bl"&gt;God's Transforming Stories!: Get Up And Walk!&lt;/a&gt;: "Are you tired? Are you broken? Are you sick? Is your life just like a roller coaster that you just want off of? It's Time to get UP and Walk..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-3884777327271696182?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://godstransformingstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-up-and-walk.html?spref=bl' title='God&apos;s Transforming Stories!: Get Up And Walk!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3884777327271696182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=3884777327271696182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3884777327271696182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3884777327271696182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2011/06/gods-transforming-stories-get-up-and.html' title='God&apos;s Transforming Stories!: Get Up And Walk!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-159154400052209058</id><published>2011-06-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:06:19.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany's Bookshelf: Get Up and Walk, by Jewels Staiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tiffanysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-up-and-walk-by-jewels-staiger.html"&gt;Tiffany's Bookshelf: Get Up and Walk, by Jewels Staiger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-159154400052209058?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tiffanysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-up-and-walk-by-jewels-staiger.html' title='Tiffany&apos;s Bookshelf: Get Up and Walk, by Jewels Staiger'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/159154400052209058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=159154400052209058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/159154400052209058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/159154400052209058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2011/06/tiffanys-bookshelf-get-up-and-walk-by.html' title='Tiffany&apos;s Bookshelf: Get Up and Walk, by Jewels Staiger'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-4211249768304341532</id><published>2010-08-15T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:01:56.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not What it Used to Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The night before last, Trevor was doing something, and when he stopped he walked over to me rubbing his back and said to me, "My back just isn't what it used to be!"  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, Trevor, I love you my sweet boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This weekend we have been at Mom and Dad's for "The Hats!"  I'll post a video here soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad had his 60th High School Class Reunion, so we handled the entertainment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sang 'His Eye is On the Sparrow,' Diana (my sister) sang 'They Could Not,' and then a bunch of the Grandson's and Abbey did "The Hats."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, Sunday, we have all just been SO stinkin tired!  We didn't go to church because we were all just so pooped!  I am having a bit of a Crohn's flare - so I had some 'issues' today, and had to go to urgent care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later in the day, the kids were running in the yard, and Trevor stopped before it was over, we (Dave and I) asked, "What's wrong Trevor, you not feeling well?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trevor said, "No, I just can't run like I used to do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-4211249768304341532?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4211249768304341532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=4211249768304341532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4211249768304341532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4211249768304341532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-what-it-used-to-be.html' title='Not What it Used to Be'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-3011904080076497585</id><published>2010-08-13T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:01:00.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T.A.D.ay In The Life..............: Blog Talk Radio Interview!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-talk-radio-interview.html"&gt;T.A.D.ay In The Life..............: Blog Talk Radio Interview!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-3011904080076497585?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-talk-radio-interview.html' title='T.A.D.ay In The Life..............: Blog Talk Radio Interview!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3011904080076497585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=3011904080076497585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3011904080076497585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3011904080076497585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/taday-in-life-blog-talk-radio-interview.html' title='T.A.D.ay In The Life..............: Blog Talk Radio Interview!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-4437539006357265673</id><published>2010-08-13T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:56:35.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Talk Radio Interview!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lucyannmoll.com/beautifulwarrior/?p=1360"&gt;julie staiger: miracle mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interviewed on Blog Talk Radio!  If you'd like to have a listen, here's the link (above).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-4437539006357265673?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lucyannmoll.com/beautifulwarrior/?p=1360' title='Blog Talk Radio Interview!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4437539006357265673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=4437539006357265673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4437539006357265673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4437539006357265673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-talk-radio-interview.html' title='Blog Talk Radio Interview!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-7709367768038222349</id><published>2010-08-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:47:54.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An 'Incident'</title><content type='html'>I had to chuckle today!  The kids and I were driving down the road, and all of a sudden, Dylan says (ever so seriously); "I believe there must have been an Incident back there at that park!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could do to not bust out laughing at how he said it!  He was SO serious, and I didn't even know he KNEW the word "Incident!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why he thought that, and he said, "Well, there was a man with a mask on and he had a great big round tube that was sucking stuff up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know WHAT the man at the park was doing, but my son was right!  No matter what it was, it was "An Incident!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-7709367768038222349?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/7709367768038222349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=7709367768038222349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/7709367768038222349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/7709367768038222349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/incident.html' title='An &apos;Incident&apos;'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-4945933187506850936</id><published>2010-08-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:01:07.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing Jesus, Proud Momma, Wonderful Babies!</title><content type='html'>A little over a week ago, a friend of ours was in a horrible car accident.  Mike was delivering papers for his family's paper route, something he didn't always do as he has a full time job, but took it to give the family a break this one morning.&lt;br /&gt;While on the route, he pulled in front of a pick-up truck that he didn't see according to a witness, and was badly injured.&lt;br /&gt;Mike has not woke up yet since the accident, but the doctor is expecting a full recovery.&lt;br /&gt;When my husband got the call from Mikes wife, and told the kids and I, both Trevor and Dylan wanted to know "Does your friend have Jesus in his heart?"&lt;br /&gt;Dave answered, "Yes, yes he does!  He actually is the one that led daddy to Jesus when we were teenagers!  He loves Jesus very much!"&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the boys said to Dave, "That must make you feel much better."&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I am such a proud momma right now.  What an amazing thing to know that your nine year old children 'Get It.'&lt;br /&gt;That they know that having Jesus in your heart gives peace, and fulfillment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the kids and I went to pick up Willy, one of my former youth, to go to his probation meeting.  Willy has been into some trouble, but he's trying to get his life together, and has asked Jesus to come into his life and change him.  My kids adore Willy, and like some of the other youth, refer to Willy as one of their Big Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Will's meeting, I decided to take he and the kids to the County Fair!  Everyone was looking forward to it, and Will was looking forward to just being out of the Mission for a while! (Unfortunately, with nowhere to live, he's currently living in a homeless shelter.  BUT we often pick him up for meetings and other things, and take him out to eat or to just spend time)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we were driving to the fair, an ambulance was passing us going the opposite direction.  Personally, before I was married or had kids, I would pray for the person or people that were hurting or sick whenever I saw an ambulance go by with their lights and sirens on.  My kids have adapted this 'habit' also.  Not long ago while the kids and I were at home, I came out of the bathroom and they told me that an ambulance had just gone down our street!  I asked them "Did you pray?" They all three said to me ever-so-seriously "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our way to the fair today, the ambulance passed us, and before anyone could say a word, Dylan said from the backseat "Mommy, let's pray!"&lt;br /&gt;So, sitting at the red light I prayed the prayer we always do! "Lord - if the person that is hurt or sick doesn't know You, please send someone to introduce them to You!  If they do know You, please give them peace right now, and let them know that someone is praying for them.  In Jesus' name, Amen."  And the whole car silently said "Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhhh again, My Mommas heart could NOT be more proud.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for such wonderful babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-4945933187506850936?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4945933187506850936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=4945933187506850936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4945933187506850936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4945933187506850936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/knowing-jesus-proud-momma-wonderful.html' title='Knowing Jesus, Proud Momma, Wonderful Babies!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-4287072514342785612</id><published>2010-08-02T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:47:05.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the meaning of this? And who is T.A.D. anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;OK, first of all, to anyone who may not know, T.A.D. stands for the triplets names.  Trevor, Abbey and Dylan.  T.A.D or TADpoles, is how we refer to them in cards, letters and sometimes when I'm too lazy to call out all three names for supper!  So, that's where T.A.D.ay in the Life comes from  - kinda like Ta Da! a day in the life!  get it?  get it?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyway, I just wanted to explain that and explain that this blog is in NO WAY meant to be a ministry or serious blog.  If you're looking for that, you need to go to my website &lt;a href="http://www.juliestaiger.com"&gt;www.juliestaiger.com &lt;/a&gt; The only ministering you will get here is most likely to be to your funny bone!  However, there are times when I will post something serious or touching that has taken place, so you never know.  Out of the mouths of babes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is full of fun stories about my kiddos, and silly things we do, or sometimes touching stories that will bring a tear to the ole' eye.  It's like a HUGE love letter from Me to Them!&lt;br /&gt;I invite you to read along and enjoy with me some of the crazy things that go on in our household and reminisce over some memories of the trio growing up. (I've been here for quite a while, so feel free to read the archives!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being here and joining me in my tribute to the three most amazing kids I know!  TAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-4287072514342785612?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4287072514342785612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=4287072514342785612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4287072514342785612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4287072514342785612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-meaning-of-this-and-who-is-tad.html' title='What is the meaning of this? And who is T.A.D. anyway?'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-9087675543160986564</id><published>2010-07-22T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:10:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots and the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a conversation with my daughter tonight.  Abbey - out of the blue - asked me this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mom, you know how in the future robots might be everywhere and might run more stuff?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I said, "Yes, that would be kinda cool, wouldn't it!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She says, "Yes it would.........I think that might happen in 'our' life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, let me explain something.  When a triplet says "our" (at least MY triplets) they mean themselves, and the other two.  So, when she said "I think that might happen in 'our' life." I understood perfectly well that she meant when her and her brothers grew up.  Sometime during their life, she thinks the Robot thing will be bigger!  BUT  after thinking for a moment she said to me.................EVER SO SERIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Too bad you won't be around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-9087675543160986564?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/9087675543160986564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=9087675543160986564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/9087675543160986564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/9087675543160986564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/07/robots-and-future.html' title='Robots and the Future'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-2979595919330291405</id><published>2010-05-21T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:48:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staiger Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;The kids made me laugh so hard tonight I was crying!  We went to meet with Sarah in Sandusky.  She's working for the Cedar Point Police, and is living in Sandusky now, so the kids and I went to have dinner with her and hang out for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Sandusky is an hour away, so we set out for the drive around 4:30 to get there for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Before we even got very far, Trevor had to go to the bathroom, SO we stopped at WalMart, and went in to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got into Sandusky we got a little turned around, and Sarah had to end up coming to meet us and going to the restaurant instead of us going to her apartment first.  By the time we were pulling into Olive Garden, myself and both boys needed to PEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to sing a little song about it, and in the deepest most dramatic voice I could muster I sang "We have to Pee! (pause) We have to PEE!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sang it again, and in the backseat there was a little higher pitched yet soft voice that repeated "we have to pee!"&lt;br /&gt;So I giggled and Trevor said "Do it again mommy, like we are singing a musical!"&lt;br /&gt;So what followed won't be as funny written down as it sounded, but just use your imaginations and try to hear in your mind what just happened in our car!  Think along the lines of "HMS Pinafore", or some other Older Musical.  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (deep and dramatic)  "We have to pee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:  (high, soft quiet little voices yet bouncy) "We have to pee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "We have to pee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:  "We have to pee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "We have to pee like a RussianRaceHorse!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:  "We have to pee like a RussianRaceHorse!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: "We have to pee We have to Pee We have to PEEEEE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all burst into giggles!!!!  If you see us, ask us to sing our "Pee Musical" for you!  We will gladly oblige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-2979595919330291405?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2979595919330291405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=2979595919330291405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/2979595919330291405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/2979595919330291405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/05/staiger-musical.html' title='Staiger Musical'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-1747763356612737165</id><published>2010-05-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:43:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Unfortunately, I'm still learning at 39, that there are those in this world who ACT like they will be "True" friends, and those who ARE true friends.  I want to teach my kids to always be a True friend, and if they don't think they can be to any certain person, then they just need to walk away!  I don't want my babies to EVER be fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met all kinds of people in this life so far.  People who use, people who abuse, people who are "fair weather" friends, people who only are your friend as long as you are giving them or MAY give them what THEY want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want myself surrounded by friends that are truly interested in me and my life, as much as I am in theirs!  I want friends that will cry with me and laugh with me and rejoice with me over accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have and never WILL have room for FAKE friends.  But what REALLY gulls me is FAKE friends that call themselves Christians!  SHAME one THEM!  They seem to be soooo "spiritual" until of course you get to know them better and realize they were only showing that part of them when it would get them somewhere.  GOD KNOWS!  He knows your Heart and Mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've recently come to realize one of those FAKE people where NOT who I thought they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think about my kids, and the fact that I always want them to be TRUE!  I want to teach them that when you say you're a friend to someone, that that means being there for the person, but also always being true and honest and open with that person too!  To be a friend, you don't use people.  You treat them with respect and dignity, and you don't just "Yank Chains" everywhere you go just so people will like you!  Because - EVENTUALLY they WILL find you out!  Then you WILL be left with NO friends.  Above all else, I want them to love people as God would have them love them!  Would He lie, or mislead, or "Yank your Chain," and pretend to be interested?  NOPE  HE is TRULY interested in your life, and He CANNOT lie or "mislead" - He would NEVER EVER pretend to be more interested, because He just IS interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't STAND Fake, Arrogant, Misleading, Lying People!!!  I WILL pray EVERY day that my children will never be like that, or have to put up with some, like the ones I've come across!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-1747763356612737165?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/1747763356612737165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=1747763356612737165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/1747763356612737165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/1747763356612737165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/05/being-true.html' title='Being TRUE'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-709422978461814128</id><published>2009-10-22T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:33:10.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boob-A-Rings and Other Things!</title><content type='html'>I've recently decided - with a little nudge from a friend that I'm going to write a book.  Im going to write my "story" like I've wanted to and needed to for a LONG time.  I've seriously felt that God is even calling me to do such a thing!  Do you all realize that when I was 12 I envisioned myself having twins someday, I desired to be a pastors wife someday AND I had my very first piece of writing published with the Nazarene Church.  At the time, I never realized so many meaningful moments were happening right under my nose. Of course I was still a child so at that point it was all just a bunch of dreams to me.  Little did I realize that God was preparing my heart for the things to come many many years and tears later.&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided I really need to start a new blog that maybe not everyone close to me needs to know about.  Once in a while a girl just needs to vent but  this blog is not the place.....this is mostly about my babies - so I will leave you with this - Dave gave the kids each a little toy today.  The boys each had some "action figures" and Trevor let me know that his guys had some weapons/toys and one guy even had a BOOB-A-RING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-709422978461814128?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/709422978461814128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=709422978461814128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/709422978461814128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/709422978461814128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2009/10/boob-rings-and-other-things.html' title='Boob-A-Rings and Other Things!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-3277208520344213116</id><published>2009-10-02T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:58:21.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus - Santa - and Growing Up.........</title><content type='html'>Over the last few years different people have tried to "ruin" the fun of Santa at Christmas. Now, my kids KNOW that Jesus is THE reason for Christmas.  They will tell anyone that asks what Christmas is about that its because Jesus was born for us.  But we also like Santa and have always done the Santa thing at Christmas.  I've been part of conversations in which Im made to feel Im doing something "un Christian" by doing the "Santa Thing."   The theory being tht if/when my kids learn that Santa is not real they may also think that I 'lied' to them about Jesus.  First of all I say that's not giving Jesus much credit because belief in Him does not depend on Santa! Let me explain something......Jesus is REAL and Santa is not.  Jesus' Holy Spirit bears witness to our spirit.....Santa is not real so cannot bear witness to anything.  Jesus changes lives........Santa is not real so is not able to change people's lives for the better OR for the worse. My kids will know that Jesus is real regardless of Santas 'unrealness' because Jesus has done many miracles within our family and because they've asked Him into their hearts and He will show them that He's real.  &lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been said to me and my kids - well from kids to kids in my presence is that "Santas dead!"  "what? that's not true - mommy is Santa dead?"  as I struggle to find words that aren't  destructive the other parent says "Yes!"  ok....not what I was looking for.  Talk about aggravating! No matter what your convictions are about ANY topic you do NOT take the lead for someone elses children! EVER!!!  I ended up telling them "He's dead for them but not for us" of course while I seethed inside, but at the time it worked.  By the way it was said again by the same family and I told them to keep it to themselves and don't bring it up ever again!&lt;br /&gt;Now, the day has come.  Not long ago Trevor caught me under his pillow leaving money and taking his tooth, so they figured out that I am the tooth fairy.  No Biggie.  The other day Dylan said "Mommy I think YOU are Santa. Are you?"  I was able to blow it off and avoid it for just a bit but today he asked me again in front of the other two. I fessed up and told them that Yes, daddy and I are Santa.  I told them about the real St Nick and that he's why we still "pretend" Santa and that most little kids including ME (and I still love Jesus by the way) believe when we're kids and then we larn the story and its just something fun to play.  Abbey and Dylan felt smart for figuring it out but I could tell Trevor was kinda bummed although he's already over it.  I think I ws more sad than anything that that fun childish part of their lives is over.  That I will never have that back.  But!!!! And Listen Up!  Its been ONE WEEK today since they learned that Santa is not real and they haven't ONCE asked me if that means that Jesus is not real.  As a matter of fact - they still pray - still read their Bible stories with us and still BELIEVE!! And why? Because Jesus IS real and they just KNOW that. Because in our family He I not something we jut "play" but that we Believe and Follow DAILY!! Because he is PART of our home and lives and Santa was just something we........played!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-3277208520344213116?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3277208520344213116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=3277208520344213116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3277208520344213116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3277208520344213116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2009/10/jesus-santa-and-growing-up.html' title='Jesus - Santa - and Growing Up.........'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-558550267226806182</id><published>2009-02-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:53:53.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>The kids all finally have their own Nintendo DS's.  We had bought two over time, then for Christmas, Dylan got the new one, Trevor and Abbey each inherited the other two, plus they got new games and each got a carrying case for their DS.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone is happy................except mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have "my own" DS!!!!  I like to play too!&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a game or two that only I play, and they know those are "mommy's games."  However, one of them, I let them play, as long as they don't "save" when they are done.  That way if they've done something that would ruin the game for me, it's not permanent, but yet they can still play and have fun.  We all win!  Right?  WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going well.  They would play without saving, then I would play at night, get us to a new level, save it, then they'd get to play with the "new parts" of the game the next day, and then not save etc etc etc.  This is how it all worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally saved up enough points/game money whatever it is to do something BIG in the game, and was so proud of myself (yeah, I know, I'm regressing).  I was pumped!  The game was finally getting somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN it happened!  I opened up the DS last night, turned on the game, and POOF  all my money/points whatever was GONE!  ALL GONE!!!  And the animals on the farm that I have to take care of???  One dead, the rest were sick!!!  WHAT HAPPENED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan Happened!  He neglected my animals, bought some useless things, and then SAVED IT!  The ONE thing he was NOT supposed to do!  It took me DAYS to get there!  gggrrr,  I was frustrated, but it's just a game, at least that's what I kept repeating to myself as I repeated everything I had been doing in the stinkin game for weeks!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I asked the kids "Ok, who did it!"  "Not Me!" said Trevor,,,,,,"It wasn't me!" Said Abbey  and I could tell by both of their faces that they not only knew what I was talking about without me even saying it, but they also knew WHO did  "IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dylan and asked him "Why did you do this son after I've told you time and time again NOT to!?  I know it's just a game, but I told you not to do something, and you did it anyway!  Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said this "I just wanted you to have things, so I spent your game money!  I did it for you!"   THUD  there went my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But not for long.  I went back to telling him basically "Thanks but no thanks!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he came to me and sat on my lap and said "Mommy, you really hurt my feelings."  I asked him why, and he told me it was because he wanted to do something special for me and surprise me with the game, but that I just got mad about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was sorry, and that I was just upset becausse he did something I asked him NOT to do!  I told him "It's all ok.  Just please listen to mommy next time.  I'm sorry for hurting your feelings.  Thanks for doing nice things for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what that stinker said?  "I don't know if sorry is going to work!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHA  WWWAAAAAHHHH but mostly BAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-558550267226806182?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/558550267226806182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=558550267226806182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/558550267226806182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/558550267226806182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-4796964100425717013</id><published>2008-12-20T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:18:57.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puberty, Cleverness, and Candle Wax</title><content type='html'>Ok, once again, it's been a couple of months.  But BOY do I have some "tripletisms" to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Abbey.  You should be warned, the minute you find out you're pregnant with a girl, that it's going to be a roller coaster of emotions!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am and was a girl, but I don't remember the emotions!  WOW.  Ok, my kids heard the word "puberty" and asked me what that was.  SO, I told them what any sane mother would tell her 7 year old triplets; "It's when your voice becomes a little different."  That's it.  I didn't go into any other details!  SOMEHOW though, my daughter learned that "boobs" are also a part of puberty.  Not sure where that came from - still under investigation!  So, she pulled up her shirt the other night, and asked me if I thought they looked any bigger!&lt;br /&gt;Then, later she came to me and said "Look at how long my legs are getting!"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," I said "they sure are!"&lt;br /&gt;She said "Look at how long my arms are!  I for sure have a little bit of puberty! By the way mommy, does my voice sound different to you? Listen to me sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for a minute."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my little girl is in the midst of wanting to be big, yet still being very little!  It was cute and sad all at the same time!  I played along, and said "yes, I guess you are getting MAYBE a very little tiny bit of puberty, but you still have a LONG way to go baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, as I was tucking them in, and saying prayers with them, I came to my little girl, and she asked me more questions about puberty.  I answered as age apporpriate as I could, then said "don't grow up too fast honey.  Someday you'll wish you DIDN"T get puberty."&lt;br /&gt;She thought a minute, and then the tears came.  The came in a torrentual downpour!  I asked "Whats wrong?  you were just smiling and pumping your fist in the air, cuz you were happy about getting bigger! Why are you crying!?"  I was truly perplexed......Then she said  "I don't want to be big.  I want to still be your baby, and not grow up!"&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke for her.  I'm not sure what she's going through right now.  But I know I need to tread carefully.  I'm not sure what to say, yet I feel the need to just hold her more than say anything.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up letting her come to my room, and cuddle.  I let her be my baby for the night.  And the next day?  She had her babies out, and was diapering them up, and playing little mommy again.  Not another word about puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love holding on to the innosence.  Trevor is a little mommy's boy right now.  He constantly worries about me, asking "Is mommy ok?"  &lt;br /&gt;"Yes Trevor"&lt;br /&gt;he replies "Ok, just checking"&lt;br /&gt;I asked him one day "Why are you always coming back from inside, or into the room I'm in just to ask if I'm ok honey?" and he told me at first that he didn't want to say.  I told him whatever it was, it's ok, that I was just curious.&lt;br /&gt;He then told me "I'm just afraid that I'm going to look for you , and you'll be dead."&lt;br /&gt;UGH.  I think this past Mothers Day when I shared my testimony, he caught on to more than he ever has.  I can't think why else he would have that in his head.  Maybe it's the age?  I dunno.  Whatever the reason, it broke my heart.  I assured him that I'm not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, "how can you say that?  You don't know what tomorrow holds!"  But I do know Who holds my hand!  I know that I've almost died before, but HE brought me back into living!&lt;br /&gt;I've been septic, and He's healed me!  I've had a brain tumor, and He took it away and left scar tissue just to prove that He did something with something!  So, yes, I feel that I can say with some assurance, that He has a plan, and that the plan for me is to raise my babies!&lt;br /&gt;Trevor is a smart boy though.  Not much gets by him.  He's always coming up with questions that you would think ' really? and you're only seven?' ha ha&lt;br /&gt;But then, he's the one that gets the most into the whole Santa business!  Last year, my brother and sister in laws kids told my kids that Santa is dead.  I told them "He's dead for them, but not for us." and they were ok with that.  They just trust what I say.  Recently, my sister and one of my best friends had a discussion that I stayed out of.  Neither ever let their kids believe in Santa, they just "played" Santa.  That's fine.  I'm not knocking that at all!  After all, Jesus is the real reason for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;But the reason behind my sisters thinking, was that if she let her kids believe in Santa, only to find out he's not real, then they'd grow up wondering if she lied to them about Jesus too!&lt;br /&gt;I believed in Santa till I was 7 or 8 and then found out that Santa was my mom and dad.  I was fine with that.  Since then, any questioning of my faith came from the natural growing process, not from my parents letting me believe in Santa as a child.  That NEVER once entered my mind.  SO, I think I'll let them keep that innocense just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;As we went to the fire hall to see Santa the other night, we were walking to the door, and Trevor wanted to know if it was the real Santa inside.  I reminded him that Santa has lots of helpers, so it could be that it was one of the helpers.  Then he said "Well, if it's the real Santa, where'd he put his sleigh?"  LOL  Then they all decided that it was either a helper, or that Santa didn't bring the sleigh knowing that there'd be no place to park it, because the streets where too full with cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late getting decorations up for Christmas this year.  But they are finally up!  It was Dylans year to put the star on the tree, Trevor did it last year, and next year is Abbey.  They just started asking last year to do it, so we are now taking turns.  They all love to help decorate, and they love the candles and houses mommy puts out.  I'll light candles, and they want to blow them out.&lt;br /&gt;So, at night before we go to bed, I let them blow them.  The other night, I was in the bathroom, and Trevor followed me in and was having a chat, not caring that I was "doing my business" as he calls it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden we heard blood curdling screams from both his brother and his sister!  He ran out to see what was happening, and at the same time Abbey came in crying hysterically about Dylan getting something in his eye!  I got out of her, that she didn't know what had happened, but when she heard her brother scream and hold his eye, she was afraid for him, and started screaming and crying too!&lt;br /&gt;I went to find out what happened, and Dave told me that Dylan was helping blow out candles, and had blown on one too hard, and some wax blew back at him in the face!  My poor baby got hot wax on his eyelid and cheeck, and it wasn't pretty!  He turned out to be ok.  It hurt, but I think it was more scary than anything!  I was holding him, and getting residual wax off his cheek, and he was starting to calm down.  Abbey came to sit beside us and was having a hard time controlling her tears.  I told her that he was "fine, and that he'd even stopped crying, so don't worry!"&lt;br /&gt;Just then, he started to have this deep saddness kind of cry, and she said "he's still crying!" So she joined in.  Dylan said "But it's not about that!"  Abbey and I both asked him "what's it about then?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, he told me he wanted to tell me in my ear.  Which is a very poplular thing right now around here to do!  He and I went back to my room, and I knelt in front of him and asked him why he was so utterly sad if it didn't hurt so much anymore?&lt;br /&gt;I had already even told him he could stay in my room for the night, and I could keep an eye on his eye!&lt;br /&gt;He looked at my with all his seven years, and wailed "because I'm afraid when I'm sleeping with you, that while we're asleep, I"M GONNA DIIIIEEEEEee!" and he fell into my arms.&lt;br /&gt;OH, how my heart broke for him!!!  I held him and said "Oh honey, you are NOT going to die.  You're fine.  I promise you that you will NOT be dying."  That's all it took.  He just trusted that, and as he held on to my neck for dear life, he simply replied through his tears  "Oookay Momma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's occures to me every once in a while, moreso at times like these than at others,  that I have three little beings that totally trust me.  They totally trust what I say and what I do!  I'm praying that I can be the person they need me to be.  That I'm the mom that God intends for me to be.  That I teach them His ways, while instilling in them what a loving God He is.  That I correct them, while letting them know that it's only because I love them and want them to be good people.  That although I'll screw up, more than I'd like, that I'll be a big enough person to admit my faults to them, and work things out together.  But that their faith will always be in God before me.  I'm not totally sure how to do all of this, but I'm working on it............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-4796964100425717013?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/4796964100425717013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=4796964100425717013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4796964100425717013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4796964100425717013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/12/puberty-cleverness-and-candle-wax.html' title='Puberty, Cleverness, and Candle Wax'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-2217446504575442073</id><published>2008-08-21T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:31:52.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace.com Blogs - JulS MySpace Blog - A Day In The Life Of Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&amp;amp;friendID=45510858"&gt;MySpace.com Blogs - JulS MySpace Blog - A Day In The Life Of Me....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-2217446504575442073?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&amp;friendID=45510858' title='MySpace.com Blogs - JulS MySpace Blog - A Day In The Life Of Me....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2217446504575442073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=2217446504575442073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/2217446504575442073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/2217446504575442073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/08/myspacecom-blogs-juls-myspace-blog-day.html' title='MySpace.com Blogs - JulS MySpace Blog - A Day In The Life Of Me....'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-2769127847462629295</id><published>2008-08-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:33:26.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovey Dovey Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I'm soooooo blessed!  I love having boys.  Yes, I love my girl.  Don't you ever think that I don't!  However, there's just something that Boys do for their mommies that no one else can do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;They compliment.  They love unconditionaly.  They adore.  They take care of their mommies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;This morning after waking up.  I wasn't quite ready to get up since I only had about 2 hours of sleep.  I told the kids they could hang out in my room or play in theirs, but to give mommy a few more minutes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;Next thing I knew, I felt someone get on the bed behind me, ever so quietly and carefully.  Then this little person started to gently rub my arm and hair.  After a few minutes of doing this, I heard whispered in my ear "I'll be right back" and then a blankie was put over my arm so I didn't get chilly.  It was Trevor, and he's been ever so lovey dovey lately.  He always has been, but lately it's been HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;When he came back in, Dylan came in behind him, saw what he was doing for me, and decided he would do the same.  So there I lay, with my two little men pampering me, and taking care of their mamma.  It was ever so sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-2769127847462629295?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/2769127847462629295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=2769127847462629295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/2769127847462629295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/2769127847462629295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovey-dovey-boys.html' title='Lovey Dovey Boys'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-3296998974274415853</id><published>2008-08-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:55:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, I have GOT to tell you all about the little trip the kids and I took today.  I took them to the Wood County Historical Museum.  It was very interesting.  They loved looking at all of the "really old stuff" just like their momma does!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The museum is actually the old County Home.  It housed the poor back in the late 1800's and early 1900's.  There was a lot of GREAT history there!  While there though, we went to look at the "Asylum" where the "crazy people" went to.  It's actually called "The Lunatic House."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a list in there of different reasons why someone would have been sent to the House back in the day......some where these;  Constipation, Masturbation, Religion, talking out loud to God, Women's weaknesses, and the list goes on.......Ridiculous!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK, so we're looking in this place at these very tiny rooms, and I was trying to explain to the kids how unfair it was that some people were put in there, and there really wasn't anything wrong with them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I explained that sometimes if someone had a problem going potty, then they put them in the "Crazy House."  I told them "if someone loved Jesus, and talked to Him alot, they put them in the crazy house sometimes!"  Then I whispered to them, (although we were the only ones in there at the time) "sometimes, if people played with their pee pees, they put them in the crazy house!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They thought all of this was absolutely LUDICROUS!  The rooms were interestingly small.  There were bars on the windows.  One room had an open Bible on a trunk in the corner, and some playing cards on the small bed.  They concluded that this was the persons room who loved Jesus, so the people thought they were crazy and put them in this room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, tonight after all was said and done.  Supper was over, baths had been taken, and we were ready for bed.  I asked Dylan "Did you tell daddy about the Crazy House?"    and he said "Oh no, I didn't...."&lt;br /&gt;He went to find his daddy, and I listened from outside the door of the room they were in.  The conversation was totally one sided, as Dylan explained some things, and I listened intently!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Daddy, we went to the museum, and we saw the crazy house and there was a room that was purple and one that was blue, and the one that was blue had a Bible because the person loved Jesus, and so they put him in there with bars on the windows because he wanted to get out because he wasn't crazy, but he left his Bible and his cards there, and they played with their weenies, and he died."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yea, I had to do a bit more explaining after hearing that.  To Dave, and then to Dylan.  But only AFTER I got my giggles under control!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-3296998974274415853?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3296998974274415853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=3296998974274415853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3296998974274415853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3296998974274415853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/08/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-518112249281129695</id><published>2008-05-31T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:28:26.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Port A Potties, German Writings, and Two-Wheelers - a MUST READ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, we'll start with Trevor, then on to Abbey then Dylan......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Two-Wheelers - I bought a small two wheel bike (meaning, no training wheels) for Trevor at Goodwill, for two dollars! It's a girls bike, but it's never even been mentioned by him that it is not a boys bike. It's pink, purple and blue with a pink baby seat in the back. He has just as much fun as any kid, with no inhibitions, which I LOVE about him. He carries dolls, bottled drinks, or "boulders" back there, and never cares one whit whether or not anyone would think it funny that he's riding a girls bike. It's just never crossed his mind! I love his innocence. Almost every day he asks if he can go ride his two wheeler. Ever since he taught himself to do it, in about a day, he is addicted to riding it. Now we have to get him used to riding his own bike without training wheels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Secondly, I have to tell this little funny. We went to a graduation party today of the daughter of a friend of ours. I explained to the kids whose party we were going to, and what the party was for, last night. SO, this morning, Abbey was playing on PBSKids.org, and she came and asked me if I could print something out for Nicole (the graduate). I came and printed out this card that she made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ihpeuhv grat prde frum joley dav trevor abbey and dylan wer 6.7 son jlea ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wenizurbirdea we luv u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope you have a great party. From Julie, Dave, Trevor, Abbey and Dylan. We are 6, soon to be 7 on July 8. When is your birthday? We Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The funniest part is this........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When Nicole read her card, I of course had to do a little translating, and when we were finished she said this "Aw, that's so great Abbey. " then to me she asked "What language is that, German?" I laughed, "no, it's "six year old" language." ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, and last but &lt;strong&gt;certainly&lt;/strong&gt; not least, we'll do Dylans Funny.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We went to Trevors C-Ball game today, and got a little lost for this "away" game. When we finally got there, Dylan had to pee pretty bad. (even though we had already stopped and he peed on the side of the road along a bunch of trees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I took him to the Port a Potty, and waited outside the door. He was taking SO long. I asked him if he was about done, and he yelled out "not done yet." And then proceeded to take a LONG time. So I opened the door, and he turned to look at me and every so seriously, with pee dripping from his hair, eyebrows, face, nose etc, said "I don't want to talk about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I about LOST it~ I asked him what happened and he said "I'm cleaning it up. I don't want to talk about it." So, I helped him clean up, through my laughter. We both laughed for a while, then he asked me to stop, because I might embarrass him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm still having a hard time getting that image out of my head. ROFLMBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-518112249281129695?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/518112249281129695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=518112249281129695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/518112249281129695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/518112249281129695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/05/port-potties-german-writings-and-two.html' title='Port A Potties, German Writings, and Two-Wheelers - a MUST READ'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-8546179986839717819</id><published>2008-04-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:44:17.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Hospitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, this is quite funny.  While we were at mom and dad's this past week, we were discussing the meaning of some words, one of them was "Hospitable."  I explained it to everyone, and later the boys asked me to repeat the meaning for them, so I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Later that night I asked Trevor to tell Mammy and Pappy the meaning of Hospitable.  Trevor said "I can't, I'm too shy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;So, I asked Dylan to tell them and he said this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;"SHEESH!!!  You mean, they don't &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;?" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, his voice went up like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;Mom and I had the hardest time not giggling,but I then said, "no, they don't, could you tell them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;And he replied "Sheesh, Didn't their mom tell them???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;I then lost it!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-8546179986839717819?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/8546179986839717819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=8546179986839717819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/8546179986839717819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/8546179986839717819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/04/meaning-of-hospitable.html' title='The Meaning of Hospitable'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-1523818473527702807</id><published>2008-03-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:21:10.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT to love God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This morning before church really even started; Trevor, for some reason, came to me this morning at church, out of the blue and told me "mommy" he whispered, "my head doesn't want me to love God, but I do. In here," he pointed to his chest, "in here I do mommy, it's just that my head doesn't want me to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, what a statement! Out of the Mouths Of Babes, they say, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heads tell us, "this is ridiculous, what am I doing? Is God even there? Does He care?" But it's called Faith. And in our hearts, we just have to decide that He is what we want. That we do love Him, because we KNOW that He loves us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a SIX year old to share his faith with me like that, all on his little own, I know that My God Real, and I know that He has big plans for my little boy. WOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-1523818473527702807?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/1523818473527702807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=1523818473527702807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/1523818473527702807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/1523818473527702807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-love-god.html' title='I WANT to love God'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-6469925862802083093</id><published>2008-03-29T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:21:36.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was just (through an odd series of events on the computer and in my head - haha) on another bloggers site. For those of you who know me well, or who have heard me speak and sing and share my story, you know what my family has been through. It's been rough.&lt;br /&gt;This other blog that I was on, brought back A LOT of memories. A mother has been told that her daughter will not be born. I remember the day when they told us the same thing. When the doctor so coldly told us that she probably wouldn't live, BUT if she did, she would/could be deformed or at the very least, very small and might not make it very long.&lt;br /&gt;But I also remember the events in my life over the next days like they were yesterday, and the way that God made it clear to me that HE and only HE was in charge of whether or not my baby girl lived or died. And He made it abundantly clear that she would LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she live, but she was my BIGGEST baby!!&lt;br /&gt;Please pray with me for this woman, this sister in Christ for her baby girl. Please pray that the Lord would give them a peace like He gave me that dreadful day. That VERY day he started to speak to my heart. Pray that this will happen for this woman also. God Is Good! If you've never heard about this before, please feel free to read MY STORY on www.jsministry.faithweb.com and again I say, God Is Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-6469925862802083093?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/6469925862802083093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=6469925862802083093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/6469925862802083093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/6469925862802083093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/03/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-3324781895941857190</id><published>2008-03-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:22:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With just having had Easter, and talking about the Crucifixion and what that means to us, it's been on everyone's minds here in our house.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a few things about that.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, on Christmas Eve, the Triplets took Communion. Our church believes in 'open communion' in which anyone who has a personal love and relationship with Jesus Christ, and understands that they are taking it to basically thank Him, and remember Him, are welcome to participate. So we talked and talked and talked it over.&lt;br /&gt;The kids did SO well. They were very reverent. I told them that as we went up to get the bread and'wine' that they should say "Thank You" to Jesus. So they did that.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, here comes Easter. We don't have communion every Sunday like some churches might, so I'm not sure if there was another one between Christmas and Maundy Thursday Service or not. However, we once again decided to let the kids do it. Again, they were full of questions, and were telling US what they knew about it all.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a conversation something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dylan, why do we take communion?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because Jesus died for us!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why did He die for us?"&lt;br /&gt;"So we can LIVE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, that is not how I worded things with him when I explained it all, but that's what he got from everything, and I'm SO proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more on a couple of things about Abbey and Trevor tomorrow, but my eyes are droopy and my head is nodding! Good Night all.............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-3324781895941857190?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/3324781895941857190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=3324781895941857190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3324781895941857190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/3324781895941857190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/03/communion.html' title='Communion'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-4315295898754827634</id><published>2008-03-20T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:31:39.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Day Homeschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was SO nice.  It's cold, but really sunny and the birds are out and about again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The kids and I went out, and were going to take a walk or ride bikes, but somehow we ended up picking up sticks instead.  We talked about "Community" and what that means, and how picking up sticks and making our community look nice, was a good thing to do.  It not only helps our community, it makes God happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THAT"S what I like about homeschooling.  THAT'S how I want to do things.  Not were someone is keeping track of how many hours (5 a day) I'm doing, and what I'm doing.  I thought that was what I needed, but I'm finding that I'm a pretty good teacher WITHOUT that step by step instruction.  They learned more by doing that today, about community, than if we had done a paper on community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO, next year, we are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; on our own.  No more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; school.  At least not now.  Maybe when they're older.  I'm excited about next year already.  We've got LOTS of books and cool things for school next year already!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-4315295898754827634?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4315295898754827634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/4315295898754827634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunny-day-homeschool.html' title='Sunny Day Homeschool'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-5751704877381517046</id><published>2008-03-18T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:12:03.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Believe It's Been So Long! - Birthday &amp; "Beautiful as a Rose"</title><content type='html'>I Cannot believe that I haven't written in a YEAR!! What is WRONG with me? (look below, it's like almost a year to the exact day!!! I did NOT do that on purpose! ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;Wow, there's so much to tell, I probably won't get it all in this post. The kids and I are already planning their July Birthday party. We are going to have a Royal Ball. We're all so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Abbey of course wants to be a Princess and the boys decided they would be Knights.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to have it at the Grotto in the back of Nazareth Hall, this BEAUTIFUL place down the street from us, that LOOKS like a castle. The kids think it is anyways. The yard out back and Grotto are Gorgeous. I meet with a lady from there (one of the owners) on Friday, so I'm hoping I can do it there for a VERY reasonable price, otherwise, the party will be in the church fellowship hall, and we'll just decorate it to our liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to share this tidbit. The other day, the kids and I went to my friend Mary's house to bake Easter Cookies. The kids went with her to walk the dogs, while I stayed at the house to read my book and just vegetate. I gave Trevor my cell phone, and told them that if they wanted to call me, that they could, but only if they needed to, and not too much. So, of course, they were ecstatic. I put her house number in, so that all he'd have to do is push the Send button twice, and "viola!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, of course, not long after they left, the phone rang. It was Trevor, and he told me "I love you mommy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said "I love you too."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he said "You Are As Beautiful As A Rose." aaaaawwwwwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-5751704877381517046?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/5751704877381517046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=5751704877381517046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/5751704877381517046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/5751704877381517046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-believe-its-been-so-long-birthday.html' title='Can&apos;t Believe It&apos;s Been So Long! - Birthday &amp; &quot;Beautiful as a Rose&quot;'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-5163838431498261384</id><published>2007-03-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:51:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's, er um Dylan Says the Darndest Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First of all, I need to tell you that my kids LOVE glow sticks.  They particularly love the bracelet ones.  As a matter of fact, they ask for one every night, it's sort of like their night lights.  (I can buy a pack of 15 of them for $1 at the Dollar Tree) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dylan likes to be "tickle rubbed" with his.  I'll rub it up and down his arm and over his face, and it tickles, yet feels good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know what I mean?  Sort of like when kids like getting their backs rubbed lightly.  Anyway, my arm was getting tired last night of doing this, so I quit, but then I absentmindedly was rubbing it against my hand and watching TV.  All of a sudden, Dylan looks at me, looks at the glow stick and says "Mom, get your own!"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;THEN tonight, Trevor was talking about how the medicine I gave him last night didn't help his stuffy nose.  I told him I'd have to give it to him earlier tonight, so hopefully he'd sleep better.  Dylan asked what we were talking about and I told him that we were talking about getting Trevor's nose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unstuffed&lt;/span&gt;.  And he said "well, mines not stuffy," as I was leaving the room, and I said "I know, we're talking about Trevor's nose." and he followed me and said "well, mom, if mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; stuffy, I just pick my stuffy out!!" and demonstrated this by picking his nose.  I just laughed, and because it's a lost cause telling that boy to NOT pick his nose, I just said - "well, just make sure you wash your hands when you're done," and thought the conversation was over.  OH NO.  Dylan took his finger out and said "but mom, there's no stuffy on it!!"  And I said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well if you get some stuffy on your finger, make sure you wash it!"  ROFL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;KIDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-5163838431498261384?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/5163838431498261384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=5163838431498261384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/5163838431498261384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/5163838431498261384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2007/03/kids-er-um-dylan-says-darndest-things.html' title='Kid&apos;s, er um Dylan Says the Darndest Things!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-117407092758263373</id><published>2007-03-16T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:48:47.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Hey all. If you are paying any attention, you'll know that I've not written in a while. A long while. Look below once in a while, and if I remember something that happened or the date, I may add it. Any-hoo, We've been keeping VERY busy. We joined COSI, and have been there recently to their 10th Birthday party (me and the kids) it was SOOOO crazy that day. But I met a friend, and we chatted for a while in the kiddy room and exchanged phone numbers before the day was over. So that was good. It was all good, just crazy, chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, I have to tell you this. Trevor yelled and yelled for me today, and when I went upstairs to see what the problem was, he said he needed me to "wipe his butt!," and I said "Trevor, you just went this morning and did that yourself, why do you need me to do it now?" and he said "well mom, I wanted to share my butt with you!" ROFLMBO. What a goof!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;We are planning a Vacation Bible School of course, for this summer, but we are also changing up our Children's Sunday School program. It's going to be awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;We will have FIVE rooms. They will learn the same lesson 5 Sundays in a row. In one room, they will learn by listening and watching a drama play out in the "tabernacle room" They will even have to take off their shoes and get into a Bible Costume and sit on a pillow or rug while they listen and watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;Another room will be the "music and puppet room." This room is going to be all decorated up with different Bible stories on the wall like Jonah and the Whale, Jesus calling the disciples from their boat to be "fishers of men" Noah's Ark, Jesus walking on water. Different things where God/Jesus called people to do something for Him, Ministry! This is where we will worship him and learn the story in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;A "craft room" where they will do crafts that pertain to the story at hand. A "Lab" where they will do either a computer game/quiz/etc or a science experiment that will go along with the lesson. AND a "Movie Theatre Room" where they will get to eat popcorn and watch a movie about the lesson. The rooms are all getting painted and decorated soooooo neat. It will be really cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm excited for all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm gonna have to go, everyone is erupting. UGH. Another Day In The Life of TAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-117407092758263373?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/117407092758263373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=117407092758263373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/117407092758263373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/117407092758263373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-116130948202522914</id><published>2006-10-16T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:20:57.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eatin' Sleepin Poopin'?? Letters???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/Dylan%20name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/Dylan%20name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/Abbey%20Name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/Abbey%20Name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/Abbey%20Name.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/Trevor%20Name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/Trevor%20Name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, we've been working working working on our letters in school. Everyone can now spell their names, and I'm SO stinkin proud. I'm posting some pictures of their handy work. Anyway, Dylan went potty, and said "Mommy, Come Here!!!" I said "Im coming." (however, I was on the potty too, and wasn't actually &lt;em&gt;running &lt;/em&gt;there at the time. He said again, "Mommy, COME HERE!!!" and I said "I'm coming!" and he ever so observantly said "No You're NOT!" LOL, So I said, "you're right, but I'll be there in a minute!!" So, I ran there, and he was in the other bathroom and was standing there waiting for me to wipe his bottom. BUTT, it wasn't only that. :) He was saying LOOK LOOK. And I looked in the potty and he said "it's a V!!!" Actually it was a Y a perfectly pooped Y!!! And dumby me, flushed before I thought to take a picture!!!! What was I thinking!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-116130948202522914?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/116130948202522914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=116130948202522914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116130948202522914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116130948202522914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/10/eatin-sleepin-poopin-letters.html' title='Eatin&apos; Sleepin Poopin&apos;?? Letters???'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-116096995719779175</id><published>2006-10-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:39:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO much fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;We had SO much fun today.  Let me tell you, it did not start out that way, nor was it planned!!  We had school today (yes, even though it's saturday - we slacked a couple of days this week, so we were making up).  After we did a couple of things, I read a book about leaves, and different kinds of leaves, how they grow, why they change color, etc.  Then I wasn't feeling to great, and thought maybe it was from the Remicade, and that I just needed fresh air. I told the kids, let's get our jackets on and go for a walk..  We can collect some leaves or something.  We went out and it was so nice, and there were some pretty yellow mums, so I went back to get my camera so we could take some nice fall pictures.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We walked and picked up leaves and just were having fun.  We went to the train tracks and took some pictures.  Trevor saw the "country store" across the river and wanted to know if we could go there.  I thought, "ok."  Well, for those of you who don't know our town, there is a pretty big (not huge, but with 3 five year olds, it is) Bridge going over the river to the other side where the store is.  So, I made them walk single file holding each others shirts and I walked on the outside of them and we went on over.  We watched the Canal Boat take off (with mules pulling it) we went to the country store, and some ladies we had been talking to asked if they could buy them some ice cream, and then we went through the old mill and saw LOTS of neat things, and even got to make something.  It turned into a real learning experience.  A regular old field trip!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When we got home, I asked Dave since it was so nice out, if we could , as a family, go to the Farm the next town over and let the kids pick a pumpkin in the pumpkin patch and let them ride the kiddie "cow train" at the farm.  To my surprise, he said YES.  Oh we had soooo much fun.  They had tons of stuff for the kids to do for free.  A "hay maze" they crawled through, a "jumpy thing" a big slide with two sides.  One side was made entirely out of  pvc pipes, and the other was a big black tube-like thing (I think like a water... um....you know, the stuff you put under ground) LOL, the kids had a blast.  They went on the cow train, and picked a pumpkin and we ALL went on a hayride.  It was the best most beautiful hayride I've ever been on.  It was an amazing day.  We stopped at KFC on the way home to take it home.  We were ALL starving!!!  So, we stopped and got some french fries at McDonalds to eat on the way home (we had about 1/2 hr. drive ha ha)  We put a blanket on the floor of the living room and had an "indoor picnic."  We all pretty much FELL into bed. It was so much fun.  SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-116096995719779175?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/116096995719779175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=116096995719779175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116096995719779175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116096995719779175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-much-fun.html' title='SO much fun!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-116079888467863076</id><published>2006-10-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:08:04.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of October 9 - Hearts and Remicade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, we had a bit of a scare with Abbey.  The last checkup the kids had the dr. found a murmer with Abbey.  I wasn't really concerned, I just thought "ok, we'll just go do this and they'll say it's all ok, and we'll move on."  However, they called last week and said "she has a small/fine hole in her heart it appears, and we'd like her to see the cardiologist."  SO, I'm like OK...... hmmm..... But I still didn't feel that nervous.  That girl RUNS everywhere she goes.  She doesn't know the meaning of the word walk.  ya know?  So, Tuesday the 10th, we went to see the Cardiologist, and he was with us for about an hour and had other stuff done too, so we were there for 2 hours!!!!!!  She did so well.  He said she was his best and favorite patient of the day.  In the end he told me that yes, there is a small hole, however, it should take care of itself.  He wants us back in 9 months.  The other concern orig. that I didn't realize was that they thought one of her ventricals was narrowed, which would have been a huge bad prob.  He had the tech do the Echo again while he stood there.  And he said "no, I do not see a narrowing at all."  God is good.  Was she healed?  Was it never there?  It doesn't matter.  God gave me my miracle babies and I refuse to let anyone tell me that there is anything seriously wrong with them now!  :)  SO there!!!!  Also, my new GI is Awesome!!!  Within two months, he saw me, (and was sooooo kind and caring), Got me in for a colonoscopy (ugh), got me on some new meds, and botta boom batta bing, scheduled me for Remicade just like THAT.  I had my first IV infusion this Thursday.  The bills will start piling up, but it's amazing how fast he's taking care of things, after the quack that I was seeing putzed around forever!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-116079888467863076?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/116079888467863076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=116079888467863076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116079888467863076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116079888467863076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/10/week-of-october-9-hearts-and-remicade.html' title='Week of October 9 - Hearts and Remicade'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-116079780784228438</id><published>2006-10-13T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:50:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been TOOOOO Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Goodness Ya'll!!  I can't believe I haven't been on here for TWO WHOLE MONTHS.  Life had been absolutely crazy for us!!  Some good, some bad, some just plain nuts.  I'll just throw out some updates, and funnies and play catch up.  Let's see.  August was just plain busy.  I don't really remember it much. LOL  September, my mom came and stayed two and a half weeks with us.  It was GREAT.  The trio and I took her home and then stayed there for a few days.  I ended up sick one night, so it was a little uncomfortable.  But we had a good time, and when we came home I busted a move on their school room.  It looks awesome.  I'll post some pictures soon.  So that leads me to my lovely Colonoscopy and the entire family getting the flu in the same week!!!!!!  The following week we watched a little boy for a friend (20month old). He was SO cute.  The first morning he was with us, Dylan asked me "Mom, can we get one of these?"  ha ha  OH, there are so many things I've missed over the last two months!  I feel lost!  But I'm back in action, and hope to keep up with all our funnies and "moments" in our house.  I have to tell you.  My mom and dad came this past weekend.  After breakfast on Saturday, mom, dad and I and the kids went to Walmart for some things we needed.  We had eaten a big breakfast, but as we left Walmart, my little munch-hounds wanted Lunch already.  Trevor had eaten the most at breakfast, and Mammie had bought "Crunch and Munch" for everyone.  I asked Trev "do you want something from Burger King too?  or just your snack?"  He said "just my snack"  So I go and get Abbey and Dylan something and we move on to go home.  We are 5 miles or so away, and I hear this little voice in the back say "mom?  where's my lunch?"  UGH.  I said "honey, I thought you just wanted your snack? Do you want something from BK?"  And he just looked out the window and said "Just Forgive it!"  (forget it) :)  My heart broke!  I felt bad not getting something for my baby boy.  So, we went back and got him something too.  We had a fun day though.   When we were driving down the road, dad spilled his "Crunch and Munch" all over the van floor and we both just went "OOOOHHHH!" then looked at each other and cracked up!  It was just a good time together.  When we got home mom, dad and I watched the kids ride their bikes in the parking lot and then got tools out for the Dylan and then everyone else to take apart a wagon we don't use.  (I have pics of that too, I'll post them when I get them developed it was cute)    We then carved pumpkins and decorated our porch.   SUNDAY was the Applebutter Festival here in town.  It draws like 60,000 people to our little Village!!!  It's amazing.  I made chili, and wade jill and Kevin all came over to eat with us.  Everything was great.  We were ready to go walk, and dad got sick!!!  UGH  what an ending to a great weekend.  We walked while he stayed here and puked.  UGH UGH UGH!!!!!!!!!  I'll update more from this past week in the next blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-116079780784228438?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/116079780784228438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=116079780784228438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116079780784228438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/116079780784228438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-tooooo-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been TOOOOO Long'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115509412902899357</id><published>2006-08-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:28:49.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ha ha, the kids and I went out "runnin around" today, and when we're pulling down our road, the kids saw some other kids selling lemonade by the road.  SO, of course, they wanted to go get some.  Well, we had just been to get the oil changed, four new tires on the car and some runnin around before we leave for camp.  WELL, while we were at TireMan, waiting on tires, they wanted some Reese's Peice's out of the little machine, so we got some.  When it was time to go, Trevor had not eaten his, and so I quickly just put it in my pocket and we took off.   SO, back to the Lemonade Stand.......I went to pull some change out of my pocket, and discovered that Reese's Peices were melted all over my change, and MY PHONE!!!  So, I was wiping a quarter off, and Dylan yells down the road to the girls and says "Just a minute girls, our money is dirty!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115509412902899357?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115509412902899357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115509412902899357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115509412902899357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115509412902899357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/08/dirty-money.html' title='Dirty Money'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115349497974384349</id><published>2006-07-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T08:16:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week this has been!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;Ok, Monday, was OK. Not really very eventful. As a matter of fact, I can't even remember at this point, if ANYTHING even happened, except my first appointment to the Pain Management Doctor. (more to come on that later!) However, on Tuesaday, things got pretty hairy around here. In the morning the neighbor girls came over to play, and while they were here, the kids were running around having a good time, and then the boys.....well, Dylan was coming up the hallway full speed, and Trevor was coming through the living room at full speed, and of course, the two met in the middle, HEAD ON, HARD!!!! They hit head to eye and boom, both fell back flat on their backs! They immediately started to scream and then cry. I picked them both up and held them and we rocked, and like TWO seconds later, they started to fall asleep! I was worried about that, so I had Dave call the ER and ask them about it. He talked to the Nursing supervisor on duty, and she told us what to watch for. Needless to say, the boys were up and running in about 5 minutes. Goose eggs on their little heads, but doing fine&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. Part two of our day... We all decided to go for a walk. Me the kids and the girls. So, we're about halfway to downtown, and Dylan falls. He's ok. We get a little further, and he tripped on the uneven sidewalk and all was NOT well. He scraped his knee up pretty good. UGH. So, we went to Amy's house to see if we could take a rest and get a bandaid. She wasn't home. I found another friend, and they gave us a bandaid. Then we all walked downtown and got a snack with the change that I was able to scrape together before we left. We went and they played on the playground before we started home. When we got back, I got sandwhiches for those that wanted one, and then my trio toook a nap.......the day's over you think.....????? THINK AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;....AFTER naps, we decided to go bike riding. I also got out the battery powered bikes/cars that the neighbors gave us. A John Deere Tractor, and a Four Wheeler, and also the bikes. We saw that the neighbor and her little boy and baby were getting out to ride also. SO we went outside and they came over and rode with us. The kids were ALL having so much fun. We were seriously out there for a couple of hours and having such a good time. Jennifer and I were having a really nice time talking and just hanging out too!! And then it happened!!!!!!!!! Ryan (Jennifers two year old) decided to sit in the parking lot and blow bubbles. No body really noticed and then Dylan, who hadn't been riding the four wheeler, but decided to try, drove right into and then OVER Ryan!!!! O MY GOODNESS it was sooooooo scary for us all. I yelled at Dylan to stop, but he couldn't coordinate himself well enough to stop or turn quick enough. He was completely on TOP of Ryan by the time I could get there get him off the bike and pull it off of Ryan who was screaming his head off. Poor little guy. I picked him up and handed him to Jennifer and took the baby for her. We walked them home and EVERYONE was crying. (Jennifer and I were both on the verge and ALL of the kids were crying) Dylan felt REALLY bad. We went over as a family later and gave Ryan a card and a stuffed Bear from Stuff a Friend dressed as a dr. to say we're sorry) UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. I went over again last night (thursday) and checked on him again, and he was fine! shwew! He came up and just hugged me and layed on my shoulder then kissed me. It was sooooo sweet. He's such a sweet little guy! I felt bad though, cuz Jennifer said "I didn't get that good of a hug when I came home from work!" :( SO we'll see how today goes!  Hopefully better than the rest of the week.  OH in the midst of ALL of that Tuesday night, Dave informed me that we may not be able to go to family camp!  :(  The church may not have the money to pay for it, and WE definatley don't.  wwwaaaahhhhh  Pray that we get to go.  We really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115349497974384349?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115349497974384349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115349497974384349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115349497974384349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115349497974384349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-week-this-has-been.html' title='What a Week this has been!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115509360995970261</id><published>2006-07-13T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:20:09.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Prepared for Losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The girls from next door came over to play with the kids.  I got a bunch of their games out that we've recently gotten from garage sales.  We've gotten quite a collection recently.  Anyway, not too long after they all started playing, Abbey came into my room crying (fussing really) and saying "The Girls Just Keep Letting me LOSE AND LOSE AND LOSE!!!"    It's very different playing with 10 and 11 year olds than her 5 year old brothers. ha ha  Poor baby.  I had to tell her that sometimes that just happens.  Aaaahhh, lessons learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115509360995970261?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115509360995970261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115509360995970261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115509360995970261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115509360995970261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-prepared-for-losing.html' title='Not Prepared for Losing'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115319597439807610</id><published>2006-07-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:12:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was the trio's b-day.  Of all times to have a "town parade" it was TODAY!  And, not to mention, they also got to be in the parade.  It was HOT, but fun.  They lost several balloons before the parade got started, but they had alot of fun.  This evening, we had a small party.  The neighbor girls came over, Wade and Jill, and my friend Jennifer from across the street with her little boy, Ryan.  They Stuffed A Friend, one of my new "ventures" and then we ate pizza and had a pinata!  It was a fun time!  They got lots of goodies! And had a good time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115319597439807610?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115319597439807610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115319597439807610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319597439807610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319597439807610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115319555987352898</id><published>2006-07-06T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:05:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our ZOO trip</title><content type='html'>We all went to the zoo.  Dave, me and the kids.  It was a fun, but HOT and crazy day.  We did get some nice pictures in the garden area, and just a nice time hanging out together.  Well, on our way home, Dave told me that he had been feeling "odd."   Here, he had been feeling dizzy, and the left side of his face and arm had been feeling "tingly"  UH OH.  So, we went to the ER.  They did an EKG, but it was fine, so they said that it was a "panic attack."  He's since started on some meds.  He said "what an odd place to have a panic attack.  I was totally at ease having a good time."  But he's been working on his courses, and I think that subconcously he was thinking about getting those done.  He's been under alot of stress. SO, when we got home, he was feeling much better, and I needed to be at an Arts Council Board Meeting (late) so the plan was for me to go (we discussed this on the way home) and he was going to get the kids a bath and sandwhich, and to bed.  We get out of the car, and Dylan sighs BIG, and says "Mommy!  I'm Tired, I'm Hungry, and I need a BATH!"  ROFL, what a cute ending to an ODD day!  (dave's been doing ok by the way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115319555987352898?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115319555987352898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115319555987352898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319555987352898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319555987352898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-zoo-trip.html' title='Our ZOO trip'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115319286342195727</id><published>2006-07-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:21:03.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Staiger Men</title><content type='html'>The other day, it was "Abbey's Turn."  What I mean is this.  Every week, each of the kids takes turns going with me to the bank and the grocery store.  AND if they choose, and sometimes they do, all of them go.  It's so cute.  They will come whisper to me if they see that the other two are sad, and say "mommy, it's ok if everyone goes." ha ha  But they really like their "turn."  Well, on this particular day it was Abbey's turn.  While she went with me, the boys helped daddy mow the back lawn.  Dave called me while they were out and said that after they were done, he offered to let the boys play in the sprinkler, but they turned it down saying they were "too hot."  So, all my men came inside, and Dave let them each have their own can of Soda.  He said they all sat down and Trevor sat back on the couch with his pop can and said "aaaahhhh, this is the life!"  LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115319286342195727?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115319286342195727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115319286342195727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319286342195727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319286342195727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/07/staiger-men.html' title='The Staiger Men'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115319199624173530</id><published>2006-07-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:06:36.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future Church!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is right in my own home!!!  Can you believe it??  Ok, get this, today after church the kids were in the fellowship hall.  We had had our VBS program, and they were hungry the entire time.  We hadn't really eaten before church, then I was busy when we got there, so I grab them each a mini muffin, but that's it. SO, after church we were in the fellowship hall, and they were eating a donut.  I told them all to just "stay put" and I had to go over to the sanctuary and get some things and I'd be right back.  However, I got to talking, and forgot they were over there by themselves waiting for me.  SO, thinking that they were wreaking havoc, or just GONE, I hurried over.  You'll never believe what I saw.........   Trevor was standing on a chair in and was up to the podium.  Abbey was sitting in a chair right in front of him, with her hands politely in her lap, and Dylan was at the piano!  I went in quietly and sat beside Abigail, to see what exactly they were doing.  Trevor was saying something, not sure what, but then said "scary" and Dylan started to play low notes on the piano SLOWLY.  Then Trevor said "Happy" and Dylan played high notes quickly.  So I, sitting there quite perplexed by this said "silly" and he played notes ALL OVER the piano. I just thought that was the coolest thing.  Then Trevor suddenly said "Abbey's turn!" and Abbey stepped up on the chair and said "come....listen.....sad..." and Dylan would play low notes really slow....and on it went.  It was marvelous.  To come up with that all on their own.  They didn't fight.  They all had their "place" and just did their job.  And for Dylan to know what to play, Low notes for sad or scary...High notes for happy and silly etc.  Just amazed me.  I have some AWESOME kids.  Ya know that??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115319199624173530?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115319199624173530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115319199624173530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319199624173530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115319199624173530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/07/future-church.html' title='The Future Church!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115086090778985943</id><published>2006-06-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:35:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a polite boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The kids and I went to the store this evening to get some last minute things that we needed to finish Dave's Father's Day gift.  On the way home we got dinner.  Abbey was REALLY thirsty.  She drank all of her apple juice and wanted more.  Trevor wasn't drinking his at ALL but refused to share with her.  Finally I asked Dylan if she could have just a sip of his.  He said "no" and I'm thinking "great!" but then he followed up with "I'm Sorry, but it's all gone!"  How polite.  heehee  He did actually sound very apologetic about it.  It was so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115086090778985943?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115086090778985943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115086090778985943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115086090778985943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115086090778985943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/such-polite-boy.html' title='Such a polite boy...'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115086038455484926</id><published>2006-06-17T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:26:24.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Up Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sometimes the things that the kids say, are SO stinkin funny.  Abbey told Dave that "mommy said............" (can't remember what it was right now) and he said to her "oh yea? when was that?" and Abbey told him  "I believe it was Wednesday."   hilarious!!  Where did that come from???  ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115086038455484926?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115086038455484926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115086038455484926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115086038455484926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115086038455484926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/grown-up-talk.html' title='Grown Up Talk'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115086024009123495</id><published>2006-06-17T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:24:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;The kids have been having "Chores" every day.  I am sick and tired of a messy house and stepping on toys!  SO....every day, they have been made to pick up their toys and put them away and also, I've been showing them how to make their beds.  This morning as I was "cracking the whip" so to speak, I went into the boys room to find Trevor already making his bed all by himself without being told yet!  It was the first time he was even going to have to make his bed on his own anyway, and he did it without being asked to!  What a boy!  They've been doing really well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115086024009123495?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115086024009123495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115086024009123495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115086024009123495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115086024009123495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning Up'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115085900910873885</id><published>2006-06-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:18:14.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS to Garage Sales</title><content type='html'>Another thing that happened while at the Garage Sales. We were walking down a sidewalk and all of a sudden, (Jill was behind me and Dylan) Jill kind of just yelled or something. Yelped is more like it. I thought something bad happened. Like someone got hurt, or a car was coming etc. I jumped around to see what happened and Jill was pointing to Dylan. I looked down and Dylan's pants were down around his ankles. Later in the day when it was just me and the kids, his pants had fallen down so many times that I finally just took them off. He had gray Spider Man boxers on that looked like he was wearing shorts, so.....yeah,we just took them off right in the middle of a ritzy neighborhood and let him go in his boxers. LOL      Also, at some point I must have said to Jill and/or Kelly, that "Dave will have a cow" if I brought such and such home from garage sales.  BECAUSE, on the way home, out of the blue hours later, Abbey said "Daddy's going to have a cow in your house Mom!"  LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115085900910873885?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115085900910873885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115085900910873885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115085900910873885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115085900910873885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/ps-to-garage-sales.html' title='PS to Garage Sales'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115085876432791218</id><published>2006-06-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:59:24.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride with WHO????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We went "garage sailing" today. Me and the kids and Jill and Kelly. Jill and Kelly came over then we followed them out to Waterville. Trevor rode with Jill and Kelly and then after we got there it was Sissy's turn. Somewhere in there, Dylan got confused on what Kelly's name was, (she's "Gracie's Mommy" and "sissy's riding with Kelly and Jill etc where things that he heard). We were leaving a garage sale, and he was holding my hand. Very LOUDLY he said "Mommy, Can I ride in Pissy's car now?" ROFL, My head just shot around to him and said "WHAT?" and so he repeated it. I laughed soooo hard. The lady at the garage sale evidently heard him and just looked at me laughing and shaking her head like "kids, gotta love em." LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115085876432791218?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115085876432791218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115085876432791218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115085876432791218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115085876432791218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/ride-with-who.html' title='Ride with WHO????'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-115016994168733392</id><published>2006-06-12T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:39:01.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome, Lovely, Expensive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;We have three words that are very popular in our family right now. Trevor walked into his and Dylan's bedroom after I did a MAJOR cleaning last week, and said "MOM!!, this is AWESOME!!!" Abbey thinks things are "lovely." And Dylan, for some reason calls people Expensive when he's mad at them. The only thing I can think of, is that when they are just overwhelming me, and the day is just Non Stop crazy!!, I've said to them "you are EXHAUSTING!!!" So, I think that's what he's telling me (or whoever) when he says "You Are EXPENSIVE!!!" The first time I realized it, the kids were all in the back seat arguing, and Trevor called out "MOOOMMM!!! Dylan called me EXPENSIVE!!!" LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-115016994168733392?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/115016994168733392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=115016994168733392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115016994168733392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/115016994168733392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/awesome-lovely-expensive.html' title='Awesome, Lovely, Expensive!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114922733939684359</id><published>2006-06-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:49:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns and Scrappers</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many times I've mentioned this, but Trevor is such a clown!!  He does little things to crack up the other two, and then when he sees that he's getting them to laugh, he'll just keep doing it until everyone in the house is laughing, and what he's doing isn't even funny!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Dylan who has discovered "funny faces."  I caught him looking at himself in the mirror when we were at mammy and pappy's house making faces at himself.  He must have realized that they were funny faces, cuz he often comes out of the bathroom even now, making faces at me to get me to laugh.  Little stinkers.&lt;br /&gt;I've been scrapbooking at the dining room table the last few days while the kids play outside.  However, they eventually end up coming inside to "help" me.  So, I give them some of my punches and scissors (the safe ones) and sit them on the floor (because the table is too crowded with all of my treasures up there) and they sit and make shapes for me, or cut out things that resemble Sponge Bob, huge numbers and letters, and "Giant Toothbrushes" just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;We've had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114922733939684359?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114922733939684359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114922733939684359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114922733939684359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114922733939684359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/06/clowns-and-scrappers.html' title='Clowns and Scrappers'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114922873568027653</id><published>2006-05-29T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:12:15.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaches, Buffalos, BIG laughs and....Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, today was Memorial Day. We were supposed to take the kids to their very first trip to the beach. We were going with Jill and Wade up to Lake Erie in Canal Fulton. We were all SO excited about it. Jill and I packed a picnic/cookout lunch. I got the whole family some flip flops for the beach. And I bought sun screen, buckets for sand castles and lots of film!!! We got to the beach and it was a mess. There weren't many people there and the sand was so "shell-ee" that we never could have walked in our bare feet. It was too rough. SO, we went to another beach. There was seaweed and dead fish all over it!!! Wade asked someone from the area what the deal was, and they told him that all the beaches were like that right now due to all of the storms. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WELL, there was a nice park/playground across the street of the second beach, so we went over there to have our lunch and to let the kids play on the playground for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Not too bad. But not the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We decided then to go to the African Safari which was nearby. We have a zoo pass, so it allowed us to get our car load in for half price. COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wade drove and Dave rode up front with him the first time through. It was soo much fun and soooo funny. The kids were all scared, so they stayed in the back far from any open windows. Jill and I made fun of Wade and Dave getting scared of the Buffalo. At one point we were all looking at a Zebra outside Wade's window, then all of a sudden we hear Dave say "uuuhhh, Guys!" and we look over to see this HUGE Buffalo with it's head stuck in Daves window!! Cracked us up so much. Then Dave stuck out the food to feed it, and just said "here, have it" and threw the bucket out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SO, the second time through, Jill and I were saying how we weren't afraid blah blahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I had the hardest time convincing Jill not to act afraid. THEN the BIG GUY Buffalo came to MY window. He stuck his head ALL the way in and he was SO dirty and stunk SOOOOO bad. I thought he was going to touch me. So, of course. I screamed. Yes, the guys thought that was hilarious. Wade laughed till he cried. I've never seen him laugh that hard. ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;After that we went to see the other animals that we can walk through and see. The kids played on another playground. We watched a show. And after Dave and the Boys got in line to hold a Red Tailed Python!!!!!! It was huge!!!!! Trevor, after much conjoling, got up there with Dave and Dylan, but just as the girl went to hand them the snake, he screamed and ran away. I got LOTS of pictures of that! LOL But Dave and Dylan did it, and we have some good pictures of that too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Afterward, we found out that Dylan thought it was a toy. He had no idea that it was real, or he probably would have screamed and ran too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The kids could go on Pony rides and Camel rides for free. The boys rode the pony, but not the camel. OH and we saw a baby monkey with his mommy too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;To end the day, we watched a "NasPig Race" Our pig was pig number 3 (which is our lucky number :) and it's name was Pig Diddy. LOL It WON THE RACE!!!!!!! Good Little Piggy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When we went to leave (did I mention that it was 90 degrees out???) the van wouldn't start!! UGH. BUT security came and gave us a jump and we laughed and reminisced about the day all the way home! It was a GREAT day. Even if we didn't get to go to the beach. Jill and I are going to take the kids to one sometime this summer though. They all, but especially Trevor kept saying "But Mom, I thought we were going to the beach?" :( made me sad. But he had a fun day anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(ha ha, I felt like I wrote a book just now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114922873568027653?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114922873568027653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114922873568027653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114922873568027653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114922873568027653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/beaches-buffalos-big-laughs-andpigs.html' title='Beaches, Buffalos, BIG laughs and....Pigs'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114857017686580081</id><published>2006-05-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:16:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Say the Darndest Things!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;This morning, in light of Trevor telling me yesterday that I'm a "Gee-Nis" I asked him "Trevor, am I a Genius?" and he said "hmm, Not Quite Yet!"  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114857017686580081?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114857017686580081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114857017686580081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114857017686580081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114857017686580081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kid&apos;s Say the Darndest Things!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114850963540730723</id><published>2006-05-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:27:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the ZOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Today I surprised the kids by taking them to the zoo!  They've been talking about the zoo constantly lately, and today was so nice, and it's free! (we have a pass)     So we went and got Jill to go with us, and went to the zoo. Not too far in, they were all still very excited about being there, but Trevor said to me, "I am SOOO happy!"  Then later, when we were all getting tired, and ready to head home, Trevor said to me, "MOM, you're a Gee-nis!!" (meaning a Genius)  I said, "why?  because we came to the zoo?" and he said "YES!!!"  Too cute.    After we looked at the Rhinos, which is one of their very favorite things, I said to them for about the fourth time, "come on guys, lets go see the elephants!"  and Dylan said "ok, ok, for Pete's Sake!"  ROFL  They are too funny.  We had ALOT of fun.  It was a good day.  Before we left, we went to get cotton candy, another thing they (especially Trevor) had been asking for since they knew we were going.  Dylan and Abbey decided they wanted Ice Cream instead, so they got a twist cone, and Trevor got cotton candy.  About half way home, we looked back at Trevor, and he was sound asleep with his sun glasses on, and Blue all over his little face from the cotton candy.  Then not long after that, Dylan and Abbey with chocolate all over them, were conked out too!  A good day......A good day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114850963540730723?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114850963540730723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114850963540730723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114850963540730723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114850963540730723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-zoo.html' title='A Trip to the ZOO!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114850919782956465</id><published>2006-05-20T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:19:57.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We had an all day scrap-booking fund raiser for the Cacoon Women's Shelter today at the church. When I got home, the kids wanted to look at their books. So I got out their baby scrap books, and let everyone look at them.  Me and the kids sat on the couch, and they opened them up.  Of course, to start the books, I have all of the U/S pics. I told them "these are pictures of when you were still in mommy's belly!"  I hear a big Pause then Dylan says "eeeeewwwwww that's disgusting!!!"  Then while I'm trying to explain to him what was what, Abbey starts to cry!  I looked over at her to ask her what was wrong, and see that she has her eyes covered and when I asked what was wrong, she said "I Don't Want To See It!!!"  It was all so funny.  They finally all got over it, and looked at the rest of their books and enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114850919782956465?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114850919782956465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114850919782956465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114850919782956465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114850919782956465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/ultrasound-pictures.html' title='Ultrasound Pictures....'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114792171076684959</id><published>2006-05-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:10:48.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Staigers Do with a Tax Refund!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, for the first time in our marriage, we had a CPA who knew what they were doing. We actually got a refund this year!! WOOHOO. And what FUN thing do the Staigers do with a Refund????? Why, they BUY SKIVVIES!!! Yes, we were all in need of underwear. HA HA HA So, I took the kids to Walmart and we bought Undies and Socks for every member of the Staiger Family!! We are the Best "underweared family" in Grand Rapids Ohio!!! And possibly all of Ohio, I'm not sure.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114792171076684959?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114792171076684959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114792171076684959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114792171076684959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114792171076684959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-staigers-do-with-tax-refund.html' title='What the Staigers Do with a Tax Refund!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114792104200812778</id><published>2006-05-17T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:57:22.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crimson Chin</title><content type='html'>On Monday May 8th, we had an eventful evening.  To include a trip to the ER.  UGH  Abbey and the boys decided to climb up on the posts of the beds and swing back and forth.  Abbey unfortunately lost her balance and crashed CHIN first on the floor.  I thought for sure it was broken when she turned down a piece of gum.  That's just CRAZY!!  She NEVER turns down a piece of GUM!!!  So, we went to the ER me and her, and got some "pictures" taken,  and she got to ride in a wheelchair to do it so that was thrilling, all to find out she was A-OK.  shwew!  It looked pretty nasty though.  It was all red and swollen, and I called her the Crimson Chin, which is a sometimes character on a cartoon that they watch.  So Exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114792104200812778?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114792104200812778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114792104200812778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114792104200812778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114792104200812778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/crimson-chin.html' title='The Crimson Chin'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114745800037918887</id><published>2006-05-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:20:00.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I haven't written in a while, but there's been plenty of silly stuff happening.  Today for instance, Dylan saw all of my "meds" and said "mommy!! is this ALL your medicine???" and I said "yes, it is!" and he said in this loud and funny voice "WOW, that must be BAD for a Bandaid!!"  Not sure what that meant, unless it meant that because I had all these meds, I didn't need a band aid, or what?! But it was hilarious.  And I'll tell ya, I'd rather have a band aid.  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trevor has SUCH a good, no , GREAT memory!!  That boy has been bringing up all sorts of things I thought were long forgotten.  Today he went with me to run errands.  It was his turn. (they've all been taking turns with going running around with mommy)  And as we drove past the hospital he said "Mommy, that's where the dr. is, right?" and he talked about how they gave him milk with a cow on the box when he was there,and how the dr.s took him into a room and fixed his arm.  He's getting the time he broke his arm and when he was there with RotaVirus mixed up, but it was all close to the same time.  Then he showed me a mark on his arm that was left there by the IV when he was in the hospital...................OVER A YEAR AGO!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abbey, the princess, we've been doing things with her hair.  I've been putting her hair in a bunch of little braids, and she wears them like that for a day, then the next day we take them out, and she has "fluffly poofy" hair.  Well, the other day when we first did it, she went to show her daddy, and turned around all proud like and said "daddy, how do you like my braces??"  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114745800037918887?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114745800037918887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114745800037918887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114745800037918887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114745800037918887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114575748313840937</id><published>2006-04-22T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:58:03.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/TAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/TAD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114575748313840937?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114575748313840937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114575748313840937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114575748313840937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114575748313840937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/04/trio.html' title='The Trio'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114575542768523464</id><published>2006-04-22T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:48:13.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Bike-Cycles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/000_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/000_0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/000_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/000_0262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today we learned how to ride "bike-cycles." Everyone got "geared up" and went out to the parking lot. We had SO much fun. The boys especially did really good. THEN we broke out the John Deere. We had SO much fun, did I already say that?? ha ha.....so, here's some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114575542768523464?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114575542768523464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114575542768523464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114575542768523464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114575542768523464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/04/riding-bike-cycles.html' title='Riding Bike-Cycles'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114575351227017354</id><published>2006-04-22T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T17:51:52.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Slappers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We have a slight problem with "the fear of bugs" in our back yard, at the park etc. It's getting to the point of being pretty annoying. Abbey got stung by a bee in the back yard last year, and that didn't help matters at all. They all scream over EVERY bug they see. And Abbey refused to go outside today. I had to FORCE her out into the back yard. SO......................When I spoke for the Crohns Support group last fall, I had handed out fly swatters and told the group that they were for friends and family that just "didn't get it." LOL I had lots left over that were still in a bag on the landing at the top of the basement stairs. SO I handed the trio each TWO of them, and told them they were "bug slappers" and when they see bugs and are scared of them, to just slap them!! Except for bees of course. I told them when they see bees, to shut their eyes, stand really still and count to five, and the bee will probably be gone! So far so good. They really like their "bug slappers" and Abbey goes outside without a problem! They even all took their shoes off like mommy and played in their bare feet today!! WOWSERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114575351227017354?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114575351227017354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114575351227017354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114575351227017354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114575351227017354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/04/bug-slappers.html' title='Bug Slappers'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114563620503186859</id><published>2006-04-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:07:56.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De-Stressing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've been TOTALLY de-stressing my life, and it's been WONDERFUL for me and for our family. The kids and I went to the park the other day with Jill, then we all climed down an embankment into the "jungle" and threw bread out for the fish and ducks. Afterward we all went and played in our backyard. The next day, Thursday, the kids and I went out to lunch at Couzins, then took my friend Amy some deep fried pickles. LOL Afterward me and the trio went to the school playground and a couple of the kids from church came over and played with us. TODAY we played out back for a while, then the kids practiced learning how to ride bikes. THEN we got out the John Deere that our neighbors gave to us! What a blast!! They looked so cute with their helmets and gear on while out riding. It's hot out there though, so we're in having lunch now. Just wanted to give an update. I've cut some things out of my life, and I'm just feeling SO good. My house looks good, my kids and I are doing alot together, Dave mowed the back yard!LOL, it's GREAT! GOD IS GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114563620503186859?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114563620503186859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114563620503186859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114563620503186859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114563620503186859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/04/de-stressing.html' title='De-Stressing'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114487572758552500</id><published>2006-04-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:02:07.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We've had so much fun at Mammy and Pappy's.  Yesterday the trio, Mom and I went to the park.  We had a picnic, fed ducks and geese and flew some kites.  We got ONE of the kites to go up high.  Not so much luck with the rest.  At one point Trevor let go of his string and it went sailing across the park.  Several people were running after it including me.  It was kind of commical, but nice of everyone to want to help.  The lady that actually got it for me, told me that it was entertaining just watching us. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We went to get ice cream afterward.  It was called "The Bear Creamery" or something like that.  It's one of those places where you can actually make a teddy bear.  They do birthday parties too!!  SO, I was thinking that we would bring the kids back down here around their birthday time, and ask Lynn and her kids to come, and just have a small party, and let the kids all make their own animals (said it didn't have to be a bear) and that would be their Birthday present!!  I'm excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;HOWEVER, we went to the gift shoppe attached after we were done (nothing to do with bears.  Just one of those old towns where all the buildings are connected.) And we looked for a LONG time.  Towards the end,when I was contemplating getting the boys each a Raggedy Andy that they were holding, the store owner came to where we were looking and said "there are so many breakable things in there, I don't want the kids in there."  So, we left!!!!  THEY WEREN"T EVEN TOUCHING ANYTHING!!!!!!  I was NOT a happy camper.  UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;We saw another set of triplets when we left.  They were 16 months.  They had the same stroller as we did!!!  Aaahhhh Memories!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114487572758552500?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114487572758552500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114487572758552500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114487572758552500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114487572758552500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/04/park.html' title='The Park'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114473030846357181</id><published>2006-04-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:38:28.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammy and Pappy's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Kids and I are at Mammy and Pappy's house right now. We are having such a good, and relaxing time. It's AWESOME. Let's see,,,,,,We came on Thursday, the 6th was it? It was great weather for the drive here. We had a good time finding animals, and looking at houses, and finding different colors as we drove. The ride went smoothly. We didn't do a whole lot that day, except go out to eat shortly after getting here. Then Diana and Steve stopped by to see us. We had a nice visit, and then got settled in for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday, we played with bubbles outside, and had a lot of fun! I'll post a pic of that. It was a good time. We basically just hung around home, and played and visited. Diana and Steve came over again, and stayed long after the trio went to bed, and we reminisced over old TV shows for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saturday, Mom and I took the kids to the New Beginnings Nazarene Church, for the Easter Egg Hunt that Lynn was heading up. The kids had a blast! After it was all over, and everyone was done eating their pizza, a bunch of the kids went to play in the nursery/toddlers area. Next thing you know, we all hear "MOMMY!!! I FOUND AN EGG!!" And here comes Trevor running to me with the egg held high, and a look of triumph on his face! Everyone got a kick out of that. LOL We went home for a nap, then me and the trio went over to Lynn and Jeffs for Chinese!! Lynn and I and the kids went to Friendlys afterward to end the evening with Ice Cream! It was great. While we were there, Dylan fell down the stairs. That was a scary moment. But you should have seen everyone come running from their respective places in the house. It was almost comical. He was more scared than hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; On Sunday, we went to Diana's church (Southeast) to see their childrens program for Palm Sunday. I saw several people I haven't seen for YEARS so that was cool. I got the kids a snack on the way home,cuz we had all decided that we would come home and take a nap, and THEN go out to dinner. LOL SO, when we got up, we piled in the van and went to ...................CHICKEN MANOR!!! WOOHOOO I ate till I about POPPED. But it was SO good. I miss it so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Monday, today, we decided to just have a lazy day. We hung out at home, then napped, then after a delicious dinner (roast and the works) we went for a walk, and dreamed of one day living in the same street/neighborhood as Mammy And Pappy, and how fun that would be! But alas, I don't see that happening. Tomorrow is supposed to be REALLY nice, so we are planning to go on a picnic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are several REALLY cute things that have been said and/or done over the last few days, but I'm so tired right now, I don't remember them and don't have the energy to type them!! LOL So, to be continued!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114473030846357181?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114473030846357181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114473030846357181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114473030846357181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114473030846357181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/04/mammy-and-pappys-house.html' title='Mammy and Pappy&apos;s House'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114386221650295892</id><published>2006-03-31T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:30:16.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' the Weather!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was windy and a bit cooler today, but still kinda nice.  Dave let me sleep in, and then the kids and I went to Malinta to pick up a check from a friend, so that I could close out her Discovery Toys party!!  The kids played with her little boy Luke, and his cousins that were there.  They had such a good time.  And it was nice to just sit and visit with my friend Kris.  It's a comfortable place to be, and it's nice and quiet there, kinda in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On our way out there though, we stopped at a Dairy Bar, and had lunch and then ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm lovin this weather.  This evening after dinner, the kids wanted to run around in their underwear after they put lotion on their arms and legs (they said they were itchy, so we started the lotion thing, and now they don't want to stop LOL)  and they danced around the living room for an hour!!!  It was nice to have the windows open and listen to the rain outside.  We watched the lightning (Jesus' flashlight).  They are sleeping good tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I even have a little sun on my face from yesterday!!  Feelin good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114386221650295892?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114386221650295892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114386221650295892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114386221650295892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114386221650295892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/03/lovin-weather.html' title='Lovin&apos; the Weather!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114378145573495569</id><published>2006-03-30T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:38:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, Ice Cream, Swings and Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today was such a FUN day.&lt;/span&gt; The trio and I met with Amy and Calvin and two of her "charges" today, and walked down to Rita's to get some ice cream!! The kids had a BLAST. Amy and I really enjoyed ourselves too. It was nice to just walk and talk and let the kids play and have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I really really needed this sunshiny day!! Amy had to get back for one of her kids to be picked up, so the trio and I went back home. We didn't really want the nice day to end, so..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we went home and packed a picnic!! They've been SO wanting to go on a picnic. We've just been waiting for the weather to get nicer. SO, we went home and packed a picnic, and went down to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; We played on the swings and slides. We walked down to the store to get stuff for sandwiches. We ate, and played some more. It was a great! great!! day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I feel like I'm alive again since being home from the hospital. The days since I've come home have been SO cloudy and rainy. I haven't wanted to do anything. But it was nice today to finally get out. I kept having that song run through my head "coming out of the dark. I finally see the light now.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"SUNSHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; IS SOOOOOOOO GOOD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114378145573495569?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114378145573495569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114378145573495569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114378145573495569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114378145573495569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunshine-ice-cream-swings-and-slides.html' title='Sunshine, Ice Cream, Swings and Slides'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114280881170564719</id><published>2006-03-19T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:53:31.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains and Nerves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My kids have this fixation with brains!  I thinkit's from watching Jimmy Neutron.  They know he has a BIG brain.  And that the brain is in the head.  SO, I say all of that to tell you a few funnies........ Trevor was sitting on the potty the other day, and I went in to check and see if he was finished.  And he told me "not yet" then he told me "my brain is KILLING me!"  I assume that meant he had a heahache. LOL   Then, on our way home from church this morning we walked outside, and he hurried to put his hat on and said "ooohh, my brain is cold!"    On a "make mommy feel bad" note, I went to a ladies retreat this weekend.  It was just one night!!!!  I was having a good time.  We got down to Columbus, and checked into the hotel, and I called home.  Dave informed me that Dylan had asked him "where's mommy?"  And he told him that mommy went to a retreat with Brenda, Chris and Jill, and that she would be home tomorrow!  Dylan then said (and remember, I have had LOTS of dr.s appt.s lately, and it seems to them that mommy is gone a lot) "Mommy is Gone and Gone and Gone, and it makes me Nervous!!"  Of course Dave couldn't help but laugh a little, and then Dylan got mad.  SO, when I talked to D on the phone, I told him I loved him, and asked him how he was doing, and he said "Mommy, I'm nervous and Angry."  I asked him why.  He told me "because I said you're gone and gone and gone,and it makes me nervous,and daddy laughed, and I got angry."  :(  Bout broke my heart.  When I called to say goodnight to them all, he asked me again where I was, so I told him.  He said "But you better hurry mommy, it's getting dark!"  UGH.  I don't think I'll go anywhere for a while without my babies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114280881170564719?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114280881170564719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114280881170564719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114280881170564719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114280881170564719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/03/brains-and-nerves.html' title='Brains and Nerves'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114204625691207331</id><published>2006-03-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:04:16.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out</title><content type='html'>Today me and the Trio went out to lunch and shopping.  It was crazy as usual, but fun.  We had a good day.  First we ate at Big Boy, always a favorite for us!  The kids were good, and did some good drawings while we waited for our food.  I think Dylan and Abbey both will be good artists.  They both love to copy what they see in a drawing, and they both love music, and love to dance.  Trevor, well, he mostly loves to tackle.  LOL  We then went to Walmart, and were only there about an hour, and had to make trips to the bathrooms THREE times!!!  SHEESH Between them potty training, and me with Crohns Disease, we sure do have to go Potty a lot.  THEN we went to Aldi.  And of course, one more bathroom trip while we were there.  But when we left, we needed to go left out into traffic (had to cross over to the opposite side) and the cars just kept coming and coming.  So, the boys rolled down their windows and started yelling "STOP CARS!" But the cars didn't stop!  So they said "maybe we should ALL do it!" So, we rolled down the windows and we all four yelled "STOP CARS STOP!"  And wouldn't you know it, just then there was a break in traffic, so of course they thought we worked a miracle.  We had fun though.  It was a good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114204625691207331?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114204625691207331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114204625691207331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114204625691207331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114204625691207331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-out.html' title='A Day Out'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114141068753353067</id><published>2006-03-03T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:33:31.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing I've Ever Heard........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What's the "sweetest thing I've ever heard?" "I'LL MISS YOU WHILE YOU'RE GONE MOMMY." wow. I have had ALOT of dr.s appointments lately, and this week in particular. Well, today is Friday, and the last one (of FOUR) this week. And the worst. I've been getting pretty good news at every appt. Nothing devastating. But today, I had to have a breast biopsy. OUCH. We prayed as a family last night, and the boys were curious as to why mommy was going to the doctor so much lately. So, I told them the best way you can tell a four year old, what the dr. had to "check" today. They were both showing me their chests saying, "look ma! no lumps!" ha ha (well, maybe not in those words.....do you remember that gravy commercial?) Anyway, They had to kiss and hug and say "I love you " several times. But what touched my heart the most this morning for some reason, was "I'll Miss You While You're Gone Mommy!" And the second sweetest thing? "Welcome home mommy, come on in!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114141068753353067?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114141068753353067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114141068753353067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114141068753353067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114141068753353067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/03/sweetest-thing-ive-ever-heard.html' title='The Sweetest Thing I&apos;ve Ever Heard........'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114123151202757502</id><published>2006-03-01T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:46:49.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slightly Embarassing, Very Funny......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, at the sake of embarassing the snot out of myself, not knowing who will be reading this. I'm going to tell a Trevor Story. I was getting them ready this morning to go to my friend Amy's house. She watches them for just a few hours for me on Wednesdays, just to give Dave and I time alone, or for me to clean, nap, run errands.......whatever I want. OK? So, we're running late this morning, and I had just gotten them all ready, and in their coats, and ran back to my bedroom to get myself dressed. Trevor walks in in the middle of that process.....he's always VERY complimentary to me. He will tell me I look pretty, or that he likes my new shoes, dress, whatever.....But this morning,...........and here's the embarassing part........I was putting on my bra!!! Well, it was a (ugh, can't believe I'm telling this) flowery one, and Trevor walks in and says "Oh Mommy!! I LOOOVE your Booby Diaper!!" I'm laughing so hard writing this I can hardly type. I laughed and said "my booby diaper?" cuz I wasn't sure that I heard him right, and he got this silly grin on his face like "well, that's probably not the right word is it," and started laughing too!! But then repeated it, because he knew he had said something extremely funny at this point, and wanted more laughs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114123151202757502?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114123151202757502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114123151202757502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114123151202757502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114123151202757502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/03/slightly-embarassing-very-funny.html' title='Slightly Embarassing, Very Funny......'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114096767664617797</id><published>2006-02-25T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:27:56.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just How "serious" is George?</title><content type='html'>Last night putting Abbey to bed, she asked me for a certain toy.  I didn't understand what she was saying.  So, I asked her to repeat it!  She said "I WANT MY SERIOUS GEORGE!!"  LOL, I had gotten them some kids meals at Wendy's that day for lunch, and a Curious George toy was in it...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114096767664617797?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114096767664617797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114096767664617797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114096767664617797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114096767664617797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-how-serious-is-george.html' title='Just How &quot;serious&quot; is George?'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114075947477443133</id><published>2006-02-23T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:37:54.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Hey all!  Sorry I haven't updated in a while.  It's not that there hasn't been anything cute or funny, or weird, or.......well, you know, going on, I've just been lazy I suppose.  Ok, so here goes.  We'll start with Abbey: Let's see.  She's becoming quite a "girly girl" and yes, she's 4 going on 14.  She has this attitude going right now, that HAS to be broken, before we go nuts!!  She does this little "ggrrr" and stomp her foot thing when she doesn't get her way.  But, can turn around and be the sweetest thing you've ever met!!  She's a wild woman.  Already emotional!!  Oyvay!!!   Oh, this is hilarious, Dave gave her a cookie, and she spit it out and gave it back to him and said "you're trying to kill me!!"  Don't know where THAT came from, but it cracked us up!!!  OK, on to Dylan.  He has such a temper, like I've said before.  But when he's not "angry" as he would say, he's as sweet and cuddly as can be.  Trevor is a big ole stinker as usual.  He always just has that sly little smile on his face like he's up to something.  And he usually is more often than not!! LOL  I promise I'll share more soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114075947477443133?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114075947477443133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114075947477443133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114075947477443133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114075947477443133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-114204685476747909</id><published>2006-02-10T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T19:14:14.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippy Fally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, Abbey was almost named "Abigail Grace" the Grace, being after Dave's mom.  And if we had two girls, the other girl was going to be "Hannah Jewel" the Jewel, being after my mom.  Well, when we discovered we were having two boys and a girl, we decided to go with Abigail  Jewel.  My mom was the only one of our moms that was living, and my mom hadn't ever had anyone named after her in the family (except of course, me in a way, with Julie)  So, we decided we wanted our little girl named after her, but liked Abigail better than Hannah.  SO, all of that to say, that it was destined for Abbey to NOT be named GRACE.  She LOVES to dance, and when she's "doing ballerina" in the living room, she does very well, and we will probably take her back to try dance classes again sometime soon.  BUT, she is sooooo clumsy! LOL  She could just be standing there talking to you, and then  BOOM, she's on the floor.  She NEVER quits moving for long, so even when she's standing there, she's moving, and then she trips herself.  SO, I started calling her "trippy fally."  Well, today she fell, and then started to cry.  I said "come here "Grace".  Can't you stand up?"  And through her tears she said "no, I'm Trippy Fally." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-114204685476747909?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/114204685476747909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=114204685476747909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114204685476747909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/114204685476747909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/02/trippy-fally.html' title='Trippy Fally'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113686107039322054</id><published>2006-01-08T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T18:44:30.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000014_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000014_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear friend and sister in Christ died today. Yesterday I went to see her. I can't beleive that her health failed so quickly. It just seems so unfair. While I was there yesterday, I wasn't sure what to say to her, and she couldn't talk to me. When she saw me, she immediately wanted to write something to me, but didn't have the strength. So, I sat down, took her hand, and sang to her. Opal LOVED music, she even wrote some songs, and they were GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;She responded to the music, and wanted to get comfy, and turned toward me.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went back up, and was going to sing to her some more after church, after I fed the kids.&lt;br /&gt;I got there too late. Opal was gone Home. Jill was with me and the kids and we cried the whole way home, listening to the Untitled Hymn, which I sang at church that morning for Opal. Carl asked me to sing it along with The King Is Coming at the funeral, which I am honored to do. I was hoping he would ask. It will be hard, because I loved her so, but I really want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, and I was getting the kids ready for a nap, Dylan told me "Don't worry mommy, Opal is in the sun, she's with Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;He had heard Jill and I talking about the sun finally shining today, and that it must be for Opal. He put that together, and said what he did. Little did he know how profound his little statement to me was. What a sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Opal, and I Miss You.........Can't wait to see you again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113686107039322054?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113686107039322054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113686107039322054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113686107039322054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113686107039322054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/01/opal.html' title='Opal'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113626820488206074</id><published>2006-01-02T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:08:32.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis 1:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000017_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000017_edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We started Family Devotions tonight. We've always prayed with them, sang, and/or learned scripture. But today I got a specific book for devotions for 4-7 yr olds. It has a story, a Bible Verse that they learn doing motions, an activity, and then a song to go along with the Bible Verse/Story. It was a blast. It's from Focus on the Family, and they loved it. So did we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We sat and I read the story. Then Dave read the Bible Verse, Genesis 1:1 and told us the motions to do, then me and the kids sang the song and danced around the living room (it came with a CD also)!!! There is an activity of planting a flower seed, which we will do this week sometime. But we decided to do the same story etc, for a whole week. That way they will learn the verse and song for sure. It was great!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113626820488206074?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113626820488206074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113626820488206074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113626820488206074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113626820488206074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2006/01/genesis-11.html' title='Genesis 1:1'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113571119965786344</id><published>2005-12-27T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T17:31:03.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Jesus Loves Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just have to share this.......you know, most of us grew up knowing the song, "Jesus Loves Me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I admit that the song never did much for me, until just a few days after my beautiful babies were born. I sat alone in the NICU (alone in our corner of the room that is, WITH the babies......dave wasn't there, and the nurses wee busy doing other things)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had just found out that we would not be able to take the babies home. The parsonage had black mold, in the worst way. It would have possibly been fatal to take our newborn preemies into the home. So, there I sat, rocking Trevor, (all 3lbs 12 oz of him) looking at the IV they had hooked up to a vein in his head!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I started to sing "Jesus Loves Me" and when I got to the part "little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong." I broke down. I didn't want the nurses to know at the time what was happening. So, I hid my face from the rest of the room. But Trevor and I rocked and I sang, and I prayed, and asked God to hold tight to my babies, and to continue to strengthen them and make them healthier as the days went on. And to help me to be the mom that I needed to be, and to be strong for them, no matter how hard of a time I was having at the time (and believe me, it was NOT pretty.....I think I would have totally lost it had it not been for those beautiful little beings)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move ahead to 4 1/2 years later............Today, I was helping Trevor in the bathroom. His grown up, potty trained, Big Boy self.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was washing his hands, and drying them off, and he just sang out, out of the blue. "OH JESUS LOVES ME! OH JESUS LOVES ME! OH JESUS LOVES ME! THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think anymore needs to be said on this one........................ ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113571119965786344?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113571119965786344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113571119965786344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113571119965786344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113571119965786344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-jesus-loves-me.html' title='Yes Jesus Loves Me!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113565399698242097</id><published>2005-12-26T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:11:06.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Name for Daddy???</title><content type='html'>For some reason, out of the blue, Abbey asked Dave "Dad, can I call you poop?"&lt;br /&gt;All I can say to that is "I'm Rolling on the Floor Laughing."&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he said "no" he'd prefer her not to.  ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113565399698242097?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113565399698242097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113565399698242097&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113565399698242097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113565399698242097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-name-for-daddy.html' title='A New Name for Daddy???'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113560864045637035</id><published>2005-12-26T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:13:48.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000003_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000003_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hey all. Sorry it's been a while. Especially, if you've been here looking for updates. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Life has been extremely CRAZY. But Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's the day after Christmas, and the kids are playing with all of their new toys. I've decided we already need a new cartridge for Kacey the Kinderbot!! ha ha, I'm getting tired of hearing the same thing over and over already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;It was a good day. No, a great day. We got up (dave woke us up;) and opened presents, then went to church. I sang this morning, and while I did the trio decided they needed to be on stage too. (they are usually in the toddlers room, or this would probably happen more often;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, while I was waiting for the song to start (we had a "newbie" running the sound) Dylan told everyone Merry Christmas, and that it was "Happy Birthday to Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Abbey came up with her new microphone (one of those cheapy echo things) and then Trevor. I noticed everyone looking really "awed" while I sang, but also noticed that it wasn't me they were looking at! ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I saw out of the corner of my eye, and then was told after, that they all went over to the manger with baby Jesus, that was on the stage, and just knelt in front of it looking at the baby. Nobody touched him, or moved him, they just knelt there and looked at him. WOW. Afterward, when Wade got up to lead another song, he said "If you weren't even just a little bit touched by that, then something is wrong." Man, I'm proud of my babies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;We had the 'non-traditional' dinner of spaghetti and my homemade meatballs for lunch (at daddys request) and then all took a much needed nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;The electricity went out tonight while the kids were playing with their new toys. So, we played Chutes and Ladders by candle light/flashlight and I taught the kids how to use their new walkie talkies. That was a hoot. ha ha It was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113560864045637035?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113560864045637035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113560864045637035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113560864045637035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113560864045637035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113560901269549675</id><published>2005-12-21T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:57:16.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling</title><content type='html'>Tonight we went caroling. I invited the different churches in town to come with us. Several from the Methodist church came, and a couple of my friends from the Lutheran church came. That along with the crowd from our church, we had a really great group. It was SO much fun. We covered a lot of territory, and got really cold, but it was fun!! The Trio stuck it out for most of the trip, but started to get really tired after the Care Center. So, I called Wade to come get them, and he and Dave came and picked up them and anyone else ready to quit. The rest of us trudged on to the trailer park.&lt;br /&gt;We headed back then to get some hot chocolate or coffee and some cookies and goodies. It was a great time. I don't know why they haven't invited the other churches in the past, but I'm glad we did. I will continue to do so in the future. Everyone had so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113560901269549675?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113560901269549675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113560901269549675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113560901269549675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113560901269549675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/12/caroling.html' title='Caroling'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113357209132948297</id><published>2005-12-02T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T10:50:55.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies!!!  And a few Funnies!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we woke up with a houseful of sickies today. They've been getting up SO early, and then are so tired a couple of hours later. So, knowing that everyone isn't feeling that great anyway, I tried to get them to sleep in a little. No luck. But as we were laying there, getting ready to get up (me and Abbey went in and laid on the boys floor) Dylan "ralphed" all over his bed.&lt;br /&gt;We got up, and I was getting him cleaned up, and getting his bedding off. The whole time, Abbey kept saying "mom" and pointing to her mouth. I kept asking her "are you going to throw up?" and she'd tell me no! So, I kept doing what I was doing. Then I asked "did it make you sick to see Dylan throw up?" and she gagged.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't take long, and she went into the bathroom to throw up too!! Then Dylan again. Trevor in the meantime, had the big D.&lt;br /&gt;About 10:30 we took a short nap. About an hour. Dave went to the doctor, and he has a major inner ear infection. SOOOO needless to say, we cancelled Hanging of the Greens tonight. I'm really bummed. BUT there are a lot of other people that are sick, or unable to make it for some reason. So, Sunday night, we are just all going to get together at the church to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, you know Abbey is sick, when she doesn't even want to eat supper. All she wanted to do was lay on the couch with a blanket, and watch a movie. I had to get her robe for her, because she kept complaining that she was cold. We all just chilled for a while.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I told Abbey,  "I need to take your temperature because I think you might have a fever."  she said "I KNOW I have a fever."  LOL  But, actually, she didn't!  WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another time, Trevor was once again, sitting on the potty.  Sometimes he would feel like he had to go potty, and then nothing would happen.  One of those times, I went in, andhe was just sitting there,and had his hand under him (on his bottom)  I  said "come on honey, don't just sit there if you don't need to go." and he told me "I'm just tickling my butt!"   (Rolling on the Floor Laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later, I was rubbing Abbey and Dylan's backs, while in the rocking chair watching a Christmas video. I stopped rubbing for a minute, because my hands were tired. Dylan said "rub my back." and I'd rub.............then I'dstop. This happened a couple of times. Finally, about the third time, he said to me "Jesus wants you to rub my back."&lt;br /&gt;WELL, if Jesus wants me to, who am I to not do it? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed them both until 7pm, and we ALL five went to bed. So, here I am typing......gonna go to bed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113357209132948297?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113357209132948297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113357209132948297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113357209132948297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113357209132948297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/12/sickies-and-few-funnies.html' title='Sickies!!!  And a few Funnies!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113357139370081230</id><published>2005-11-30T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:21:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the funniest sites ever...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sarah was over this evening. We were getting ready to go to Hosanna so that I could practice with Tim, Mark and Denver, and see if it would work with me being part of their quartet. (which, I'm very flattered that they wanted me by the way)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sarah and I were in the kitchen talking, and getting ready to go. I still had to get Abbey dressed to go. Abbey started to cry, and fuss at the boys. I didn't run right there, cuz it was more like a "upset at the boys" cry, than a "hurt" cry. I walked into the living room, and there stands Abbey with just a shirt on, nothing else, bawling her head off and saying "Trevor took my pants!!!" Sure enough, he did!! Sarah and I looked at each other, and both had a hard time not busting out laughing, because she's standing there totally pantsless, and crying about it, instead of getting her pants and putting them on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113357139370081230?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113357139370081230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113357139370081230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113357139370081230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113357139370081230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-of-funniest-sites-ever.html' title='One of the funniest sites ever...........'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113357094608670347</id><published>2005-11-29T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:49:06.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>The kids went with me, and we bought daddy some birthday presents.  A pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt that says "I let my mind wander, and it never came back." and a sweat jacket to match the pants.&lt;br /&gt;I made a cake, and we carried it to daddy and sang happy birthday.  He loved his gifts.  And the trio loved eating the cake!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113357094608670347?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113357094608670347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113357094608670347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113357094608670347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113357094608670347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/daddys-birthday.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113323290409759739</id><published>2005-11-28T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:48:05.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinky Stench!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000022_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000022_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is so crude, but so "stinkin" funny. This morning, Trevor had some MAJOR bad gas. Dylan was sitting on my lap, and Trevor came quietly up beside the chair, and was just standing there watching Ploar Express with us.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I smell something. I ask, "who did that?" and look to see that Trevor has a "I did" look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;So, I say "Trevor!! Did you fart?" and he grinned and said yeah, but had a look on his face like he was afraid he did more than that.&lt;br /&gt;I asked "Trevor, you didn't poop your pants did you?" And he paused and then said "Let me check" and pulled his pants down.,!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha I laughed right out loud, SO hard. KIDS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113323290409759739?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113323290409759739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113323290409759739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113323290409759739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113323290409759739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/stinky-stench.html' title='Stinky Stench!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113306583635786522</id><published>2005-11-26T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:30:36.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Jesus</title><content type='html'>Last night, Dave went over John 3:16 with the kids before bed.  Which he has done in the past, but not for a while.  Well, after they got done saying it last night, and everyone was in bed.  Dave was "camping" in the boys room with them, and in the quiet dark, Dave heard Trevor say "Jesus, Do you love me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113306583635786522?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113306583635786522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113306583635786522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113306583635786522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113306583635786522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/talking-to-jesus.html' title='Talking to Jesus'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113306569392554766</id><published>2005-11-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:19:31.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000006_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000006_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my heart just broke today. I was leaving just to run an errand, and coming right back. Dylan is ALWAYS wanting to go with me. And it seems I've gone to alot of meetings and things lately, where they can't go with me. I told him "no, next time." He said to me as he cried and walked into his room"I keep asking and asking,and you always keep saying, next time."&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I do? I got that boy's coat and socks and shoes, and he and I ran errands together. Tomorrow night is Abbey's turn. (to the Jam Session) and then Monday, I'll find a reason to take Trevor somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love these guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113306569392554766?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113306569392554766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113306569392554766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113306569392554766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113306569392554766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/broke-my-heart.html' title='Broke My Heart'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113246065764795619</id><published>2005-11-19T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T20:24:17.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink........</title><content type='html'>Oh, in our house we love pink..............most of the time.   Right now, we don't. The boys both have pink eye!!&lt;br /&gt;UGH, poor baby's.  Dylan is the worst. Both his little eyes looked sooooo bad.  I wanted to take a pic, but didn't have a card in my digital,or film for my 35mm.  GGGggrrrr. Poor little guy.  I took them to the dr.,because Trevor was also saying that he didn't feel good.  Actually, he kept saying "mommy, Trevor doesn't feel good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dr. looked at them, she could see that Trevor was starting to get it also, so she wrote them both a perscription, and even one for Abbey in case she gets it.  Oh, I hope not. They HATE the eye drops.  The poor little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They BEG me not to do it,and it just tears me up!  Trevor was having an especially hard time tonight.  Was crying over EVERYTHING.  Then while I was giving Dylan Eyedrops, he (Trevor) walked in and stood beside me, waiting his turn to get the drops, but crying and asking me not to doit the whole time.  It was pitiful! :(  He squints up his little eyes, and gets the biggest boo boo lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Dylan tells me "I'm angy!  Don't do any more eye drops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do look better now though.  So, hopefully, the will feel better soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113246065764795619?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113246065764795619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113246065764795619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113246065764795619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113246065764795619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/pink.html' title='Pink........'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113306447839228452</id><published>2005-11-13T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T20:07:58.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port A Potty's</title><content type='html'>The kids went with me to a meeting today at another church.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, Trevor said "mom, there's a stench!"&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure what he was talking about until the way back, and he said it again.  That's when I saw a port a potty on the side of the road at a work site.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;So, every time we pass that, they all say "there's Stenchy!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113306447839228452?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113306447839228452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113306447839228452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113306447839228452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113306447839228452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/port-pottys.html' title='Port A Potty&apos;s'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113159945958397806</id><published>2005-11-08T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:10:59.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Dave, and Mommy Julie....</title><content type='html'>For some reason, Dylan has been calling Dave, "daddy Dave."  I'm leary of this for one major reason.  If people that don't know us hear that, they are going to wonder "how many daddy's does the kid have?"&lt;br /&gt;So, I started thinking about why he might be doing this,so that I at least would have something to say when people hear him say this.  I finally figured out that it was probably the fact that he hears people call Dave "Pastor Dave" all of the time, and it's logical to him to call him"Daddy Dave."&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight he blew that out of the water, by calling me "mommy Julie."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with that kid!!  ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113159945958397806?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113159945958397806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113159945958397806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159945958397806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159945958397806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/daddy-dave-and-mommy-julie.html' title='Daddy Dave, and Mommy Julie....'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113159930666612769</id><published>2005-11-08T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:08:26.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Jesus for More Leaves.....</title><content type='html'>Ok, you're probably sick of the Leaf thing here, but it was all very important to us!!!  You've gotta understand, we had SO much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today, they were looking out the window again, and said something again about the leaves.  Dylan said "mom, ask Jesus for more!"&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked skyward, and said "Jesus, could we please have more leaves to play in?"  Then I looked back toward the kids......Abbey said "now, say thank you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113159930666612769?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113159930666612769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113159930666612769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159930666612769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159930666612769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/ask-jesus-for-more-leaves.html' title='Ask Jesus for More Leaves.....'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113159916876439112</id><published>2005-11-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:06:08.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bad Wind......</title><content type='html'>Well, we were disturbed last night by some terrible winds.  I wanted  to cry, knowing that our leaves were going to be gone by morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, they were pretty much all gone.  The kids looked out the window, and that's the first thing they noticed.  Dylan said "Mom!!!  Our leaves are all gone!!!  That's not very nice!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it wasn't very nice.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113159916876439112?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113159916876439112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113159916876439112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159916876439112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159916876439112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/big-bad-wind.html' title='Big Bad Wind......'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113159905535696455</id><published>2005-11-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T22:39:37.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the Leaves!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, did we have fun in the leaves. We've played some in them the last couple of days, but especially today.&lt;br /&gt;After we ate breakfast at the church, we went out to play in the thousands of golden leaves in our front yard. We raked, piled, jumped, threw and buried....&lt;br /&gt;We made a "house" out of the leaves, but raking out "rooms" and "hallways" like my mom used to do for me and Jamie when we were little. Then of course, we jumped in them.....We gathered them up and chased each other, and threw them, we buried each other in them (this is just me and the kids by the way, I was acting like a total child heehee). I even let them bury me, and they thought that was wonderful.....I have a GREAT picture of them, I also need to get put on here. I know I know, I'm bad about that, but I really will put halloween and leaf pics on here within the next week. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;We played hide and go seek too. It was such a great day out. Weather wise, and other wise. One car with an older woman, and what appeared to maybe be her daughter stopped just to watch us play. Our neighbor from across the street came over to watch and just talk for a minute. We were the talk of the town,but we sure did have fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113159905535696455?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113159905535696455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113159905535696455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159905535696455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113159905535696455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/11/playing-in-leaves.html' title='Playing in the Leaves!!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113093866080926395</id><published>2005-10-31T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:53:26.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/1600/FH000017_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5541/1202/320/FH000017_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat was SO much fun! I think I was excited as the kids were. Abbey made the prettiest "Toothberry" I've ever seen. I can't wait to get some pictures on here. She wore her white dress from their Dedication, (which has three little pink roses at the top and sleeves) pink tights, a silver princess necklace, a princess ring, a wand, cute little silver and pink princess slippers, and pink wings with little pink roses on it. I got some new makeup at the Dollar Tree, and did her up good. She looked so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Trevor was a mighty Pirate!!! AAArrrrrgggg!!! He wore black jeans, Abbeys black boots, a red button down shirt, a rope for a belt, with a "booty bag" hanging from it with marbles in it. A sword stuck in his "belt" a pirate hat, an eye patch, and a stick on earring. I did him up with some of the makeup.......I gave him beard!! He looked SO cute.&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was a Cowboy/Sherriff. I so wanted to call him "Marshall Dylan" heehee&lt;br /&gt;He had on a brown vest with a sherriff badge, a cowboy hat, some handcuffs, and I gave him a mustache and a dirty face, with makeup. He looked SO stinkin cute! A deputy sherriff was going around handing out suckers from his car and when he saw Dylan said "well, now, I need to take care of you!" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a lot more people that we know in town this year compared to last year. It's amazing what a difference a year has made. We went to Tim Tiderman's house and when the kids went up to get candy he said to Dylan, "You know, your mommy sings like an angel!" And Dylan said as he was looking at candy "My Mommy's Not An Angel!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!!! Out of the mouths of babes??? ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda went with us, and we were both hurting SO bad by the time it was over. It had also rained on us a few times, the last time being the worst. During that rain, Dylan said "mom, can we go home?" Then when we cut down another road before going home to get a few more houses, he said "We lost our home!"&lt;br /&gt;And then a little bit later "We can't find our home!" In this &lt;em&gt;im so sad &lt;/em&gt;voice. Brenda and I were cracking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get some pics on here as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113093866080926395?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113093866080926395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113093866080926395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113093866080926395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113093866080926395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113064929585120502</id><published>2005-10-29T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:14:55.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KoolAid</title><content type='html'>Abbey doesn't usually like drinks that other kids like.  The juices and such.  Except Orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;I made strawberry KoolAid, and she didn't even want that (and it's PINK) but daddy without thinking gave her some for supper.  She said "I don't want this" but that was the end of it, and we never gave her anything else, just forgot, and so did she.&lt;br /&gt;At bed time, she asked for a drink, so I went and got her a glass of water.  She drank it, then told me "I really don't like KoolAid.  Sometimes I just want milk or water."  Very matter of factly.&lt;br /&gt;I said "I know honey, you just have to remind us sometimes, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL,what a grown up statement.  Instead of fussing about it (which believe me, they all do that enough) but she just decided she needed to tell me that, and hopefully, not be asked if she wanted KoolAid anymore, cuz she REALLY doens't like it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113064929585120502?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113064929585120502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113064929585120502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064929585120502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064929585120502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/koolaid.html' title='KoolAid'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113064900076325246</id><published>2005-10-29T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:10:00.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor's turn at story telling</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Trevor isn't the little preacher that Dylan is yet.  heehee&lt;br /&gt;Trevor decided that he wanted to tell a story too.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day Jesus was wearing His pajamas, and he went and picked berries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113064900076325246?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113064900076325246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113064900076325246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064900076325246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064900076325246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/trevors-turn-at-story-telling.html' title='Trevor&apos;s turn at story telling'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113064890261712071</id><published>2005-10-29T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:08:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation Story, as Told By Dylan</title><content type='html'>Today Dylan told Dave "Dad, i want to tell you a story."  so Dave said "ok, go ahead.  The story went like this..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Day, Jesus said "uh oh..........and then he saw the sky, and he smiled, and then he saw the stars, and he smiled, and the he saw T Rex, and he was happy.  The End"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much more I can say.................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113064890261712071?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113064890261712071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113064890261712071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064890261712071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064890261712071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/creation-story-as-told-by-dylan.html' title='Creation Story, as Told By Dylan'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113064852927031233</id><published>2005-10-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:02:09.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin the Love!</title><content type='html'>They've all three been on this "I love you" kick.  We say it all of the time anyway, but I hear Trevor tell Dylan, Dylan tell Abbey, Abbey tell Trevor and so on all of the time now.&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll say "Mom, I love you, do you love me?"  And I say "Yes, very much!" and they smile and come give me a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113064852927031233?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113064852927031233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113064852927031233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064852927031233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064852927031233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/feelin-love.html' title='Feelin the Love!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113064876531555969</id><published>2005-10-26T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:06:05.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Smiling at you.......</title><content type='html'>That's what Abbey said to me tonight.  Let me explain.  We went with Brenda to a Harvest Party type thing at the Dayspring church.  They had tons of kids games, blow up toys, face painting, food, and candy for the kids.  They also had a HUGE bonfire.  It was great fun.  I carried the boys in from the van, they were out like lights, and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Abbey wasn't asleep, and never is easy to get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;She called for me after she was in bed, like usual, and I went to tell her "You have GOT to go to sleep." then she said to me "mom, I was just sitting here smiling at you over the fun we had tonight."&lt;br /&gt;WOW, what am I supposed to do with that.  So, I said ok, good, I'm glad we all had fun.  It was fun.  But now you need to sleep, and hugged her.  Then I hear "Mom, you're gonna break me."  Guess I hugged a little too hard that time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113064876531555969?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113064876531555969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113064876531555969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064876531555969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064876531555969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-smiling-at-you.html' title='I&apos;m Smiling at you.......'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113064838968532821</id><published>2005-10-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:59:49.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Fired!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't think that my sons have ever seen the Apprentice, so I'm not sure where this came from.  But today, Trevor got mad at me for some reason, and told me "You're fired mom!"&lt;br /&gt;Then Dave said both boys had told him that too!  Hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113064838968532821?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113064838968532821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113064838968532821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064838968532821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113064838968532821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-fired.html' title='You&apos;re Fired!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-113021284007839933</id><published>2005-10-24T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:00:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "false limp"</title><content type='html'>Today the kiddos went with me to a Dr's appt.  Jill went with us, so she watched them for me while I saw the dr.  Afterwards, we went and got "chicken-donalds" and then to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;On our way out of the store, I was looking around to make sure all of my "ducklings" were with me, and saw that Dylan was limping!!  I asked "Dylan, why are you limping honey?  Why are you walking that way?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "I not limping, I just farting."&lt;br /&gt;ROFL (rolling on the floor laughing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-113021284007839933?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/113021284007839933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=113021284007839933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113021284007839933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/113021284007839933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/false-limp.html' title='A &quot;false limp&quot;'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112986698442778407</id><published>2005-10-20T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:56:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Cane!</title><content type='html'>LOL, Tonight, we had a play time with the GRAC4ME (grand rapids arts council 4 me - preschoolers) activity.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, everyone was so wound up.  They all wanted a cookie though, and something to drink.&lt;br /&gt;So they all had to sit and I gave them a snack.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, here comes Dylan, saying "I Need A Cane!!!"&lt;br /&gt;And I said "what? you need a cane?"  And he doubled over, and held his tummy, and said "yes, I need a cane, I don't feel good."  As he walked all over looking for one.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, SO, I figured it out.  Sometimes, I have to walk with a cane around the house because my back and hips hurt so bad.  My answer to them when they ask why, is that I just don't feel very good.  SO, he thought, since he didn't feel very good (too full) that he needed to walk with a cane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112986698442778407?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112986698442778407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112986698442778407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112986698442778407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112986698442778407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-cane.html' title='I Need A Cane!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112977764153662218</id><published>2005-10-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:07:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spuuk-Key</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've posted.  There are several things I want to put in here, but can't remember them all right this moment.  But one REALLY cute thing lately is with Dylan.  Of course, we're seeing Halloween stuff everywhere, and we say it's Spookey.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he says spookey, in such a CUTE and FUNNY way.  It' more like Spuu-Key.&lt;br /&gt;"mom!  that's spuukey!"&lt;br /&gt;Cracks me up every single time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the other thing is Abbey.  Everything is "last year" or "yesterday" and so on.&lt;br /&gt;She'll say something to me about something we did maybe a week ago, and say "remember when we did that last this morning mom?" &lt;br /&gt;Or  "can we paint like Last year?"  when we just painted two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;We have to work on that.  ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112977764153662218?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112977764153662218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112977764153662218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112977764153662218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112977764153662218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/spuuk-key.html' title='Spuuk-Key'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112977777688926953</id><published>2005-10-18T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:09:36.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Can??</title><content type='html'>Abbey is constantly asking for Gum.  Sometimes, even demands it.  So we've been working on that too.&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I told her to say "Mother, May I please have some gum?"&lt;br /&gt;Just being kinda silly, but also tired of her demanding it.&lt;br /&gt;So she says this;" Mother, May I can have some gum?"&lt;br /&gt;LOL, how could I not after that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112977777688926953?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112977777688926953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112977777688926953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112977777688926953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112977777688926953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/may-i-can.html' title='May I Can??'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112882509736156747</id><published>2005-10-08T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T19:31:37.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Brains</title><content type='html'>The trio is very interested in their Brains lately.  They've been asking alot of questions about them.  Dylan says it's "sticky and yucky."&lt;br /&gt;They've all asked me where their brains are, or if they have brains, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Abbey and I went to a friends house, since her dance class was canceled.  She played with my friends little girl, Michaela.  After we left, she was talking about her "play date" and kept calling her friend Kayla.  I corrected her, and she told me "I'll say it later, it's too big for my little brain."   ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112882509736156747?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112882509736156747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112882509736156747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112882509736156747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112882509736156747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-brains.html' title='Little Brains'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112805147937981504</id><published>2005-09-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:37:59.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts!!</title><content type='html'>ok, wow, well~ on Saturday I cut the boys' hair, and decided to cut Abbey's too. It was starting to look kinda scraggly. I cut it a little longer than shoulder length, and tapered it. It looked SOOOOOOO cute. I just couldn't get over it!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight however,......UGH, the boys got ahold of the hair scissors. And, well, sissy's hair no longer looks SOOOOOOOO cute.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to cry! I wasn't sure if I had wanted to cut it in the first place, but then was really happy with it. But now! It's gonna have to be even shorter. And she's in Hill's wedding in a couple of months! I'm gonna have to take her somewhere to get it fixed. I'll put a picture of it on here when I get them developed. wwwwwaaaaaahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112805147937981504?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112805147937981504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112805147937981504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112805147937981504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112805147937981504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/09/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts!!'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112805240441265787</id><published>2005-09-28T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:53:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Craziest DAY</title><content type='html'>Ok, the trio has all had a cough. I've been giving them a new cough medicine that the dr. suggested. BAD CHOICE. I think it made them crazy!!!!! I'm just gonna list the sins......ready for this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys........&lt;br /&gt;A. tore their room apart like never before&lt;br /&gt;B. knocked over the HUGE dollhouse in Abbey's room........if you haven't seen it before, ask me about it. I don't know HOW they did that.&lt;br /&gt;C. Got a sack of onions that I had bought, and some scissors, and a knife (all while I sat in the living room, They are SOOOO sneaky) took them to Abbey's room, and cut the bag open, and was trying to cut open the onions.&lt;br /&gt;I knew something was up when Trevor out of nowhere said "sshhh just stay right there mom, it's alright." hmmm, funny, since I never asked him "what's happening"&lt;br /&gt;D. The boys got naked in the backyard, and sat in the turtle top (the top of one of those turtle sandboxes) that was filled with rain water, AND Dylan found a straw from a previous summertime juice box, and was sucking in water, and spitting it everywhere, including his brother.&lt;br /&gt;D. Dylan hid under the table...............with a bottle of Parmesan cheese, and dumped half of it out all over the floor for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;E. and last but not least - They jumped on their beds SO much, (even though I constantly got after them to stop) that Dylans crashed to the floor..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALGONE......TAKE ME AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112805240441265787?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112805240441265787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112805240441265787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112805240441265787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112805240441265787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/09/craziest-day.html' title='The Craziest DAY'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-112657729891958169</id><published>2005-09-12T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:08:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom or Julie??</title><content type='html'>The other night, I forgot to put this in, but when we were downtown Abbey asked me "hey mom?  Can I call you Julie?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "no, you can call me mom or mommy."&lt;br /&gt;She said "oh, ok"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13603582-112657729891958169?l=tadstaiger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/feeds/112657729891958169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13603582&amp;postID=112657729891958169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112657729891958169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13603582/posts/default/112657729891958169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2005/09/mom-or-julie.html' title='Mom or Julie??'/><author><name>Jewels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3XeITYDkn0/Terpe4VRaMI/AAAAAAAAACI/GYrDNQjbDHc/s220/169060_495322202926_687767926_6362296_4138195_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
