Unanswered Questions

On 27 November 2004, Scott's mentor and good friend LTC Michael McMahon was killed in a plane crash in the mountains of Afghanistan along with two other soldiers and three crew members. The NTSB is currently conducting an investigation to try to determine the cause of the crash. There is also a pending lawsuit filed by the families of the soldiers.

The Army Times published a story about the crash in it's 27 March 2006 edition. There is no way for you to access the story from their website without an account, so I uploaded the file to a document hosting company in case you wanted to read it. The story itself is upsetting, and it includes some quotes from LTC McMahon's wife.

I met LTC McMahon in Hawaii, and had several dinners at his house with his wife and three boys. He was a pilot, if memory serves, of Apache helicopters. His death really hit Scott hard.

Click on the link below and at the bottom of the page you will see a box with the title A Fatal Fight. You have to download the file, but it's small and only takes a few seconds.

http://www.savefile.com/files/1913397

Friday's Feast, 31 March 2006

Appetizer: Name 3 things that you think are strange.
1. The fact that when I change gears in my car, the little needle never moves off P.
2. How water is good for you if two minutes after you drink it you pee it out.
3. It's a tie between Higglytown Heroes and Floam.

Soup: What was the last ceremony you attended?
1. SFC Joe Casey's de-hat after his 2 years as a drill sergeant.

Salad: What is one lesson you have learned in the past year?
That cancer is a cold-hearted bitch.

Main Course: Tell us about one of your childhood memories.
At Christmas time we would hang tons of Christmas lights on Papa and Grandma's house. That's when I learned all the bad words I presently know.

Dessert: If you could extend any of the four seasons to be twice as long as normal, which season would you want to lengthen?
Fall.

Aaron comes to visit

Today we were outside digging in the mud looking for caterpillars (don't ask, it's a Haley thing) and Aaron rode up on his bicycle. He is in Ashlyn's class at school.

At first it didn't really hit me that a boy was over playing with Ashlyn. I don't know why, but it just didn't. They went into Ashlyn's room and he looked around for a second and made a sound like "eh" and then looked into Owen's room and yelled "Wow! Who's room is this?" Two seconds later Owen's room was effectively demolished.

I was washing clothes so I was walking into the den and I heard Aaron say "Ashlyn, do you want to wrestle?" At this point I thought Oh, hell no, and turned around to go back and kick him out of the house. When I got there, Ashlyn had Aaron down on the ground on his face, she had her knee in his back, and his arm was twisted behind him. He was saying Ouch! No! Ouch! and at that point Ashlyn said "Ouch? What do you mean ouch? You're a boy! You're supposed to be tough!".

So I left the room with a smile on my face and no more worries...for now

Owen helps himself

Today after we got back from picking Ashyn up from school the kids settled in the den to watch the Disney Channel. I was back in Owen's room cleaning because I foolishly cling to the hope that one day a child will actually walk in and see me cleaning up toys and all of a sudden it will hit them like a ton of bricks that they are actually supposed to pick up their stuff when they are finished playing. I feel confident this will happen right after they have kids of their own.

Anyway, Owen can open the refrigerator by himself. Words cannot express how much of a pain this is for me. I guess he decided he needed a snack while he was watching tv. Please understand that no other person in the den noticed that Owen got some chocolate pudding. No one saw when he ripped the top off. And of course no one saw when he began to smear it all over his face and shirt. The reason I know no one saw anything is because Haley told me she didn't know "how in heaven" any of it happened and Ashlyn readily agreed with her.

So this is what I get for trying to clean up the house and vacuum.
I have begun researching military preschools. Let me know if you've heard of any.

We love puzzles!

Owen loves these wooden puzzles. He will work them over and over all day long. After he finishes each one we clap and cheer and make sure everyone in the house gets to see it and then we start again. They have a little wooden box that they all slide into to keep them out of the floor. All in all, I think this is a super gift to give someone. You can see more about it here (these are not the exact puzzles Owen has, but it's the same idea). They have a 6 pack at ToysRUs.com---his birthday is coming up soon---hint! hint!

These puzzles were a gift for Owen on his 1st birthday from Carol. I will keep these puzzles in my cedar chest forever, long after Owen outgrows them.

Toy Recall

I am issuing a mandatory recall on all small beads in my house. These beads are multiplying at a frightening rate all over the place. There are many reasons why I am recalling these (choking, etc.) but there are two main ones. (Thankfully, Owen does not try to eat the beads, and I really don't like the cats anyway, so we can rule out the choking reason...)

#1: For the second time in the last few days we had to unhook the printer from the computer and turn it upside down to shake crap out of it. Of course, the first time it was a cocoa puff, but that is moot because this time it was a bead. The whole bead-in-the-printer thing turned out to be a huge pain because it didn't come out as easily as the cocoa puff.

#2: MAIN REASON: I am now pushing around a vacuum cleaner that cost me roughly $550 and put a serious dent in my lasik fund. I am sick and tired of cruising right along and hearing the unmistakable sound of the vacuum sucking up a plastic bead. Ashlyn and Haley being able to string beads onto a piece of yarn and make me tacky/gaudy necklaces that I HAVE TO WEAR is not worth losing my beloved pride and joy. Really, they can just draw me pictures. Really.

So, in closing, I would like to make it VERY CLEAR that if anyone sends us anything that contains beads, it will never see the light of day in my house. If you see some cute crafty thing that involves beads, do not waste your money, the girls will never, ever get it. Instead, send money. HA!

p.s.-the same thing goes for paint...

What will she say next?

Scott does this thing where he sticks out his stomach and it really looks like he is about 8 months pregnant. I don't know how he does it, because his stomach is flat, but he sticks it out and it is hard as a rock. For some unknown reason, he absolutely refuses to let me take a picture of it and put it on the blog.

Anyway, this weekend he stuck it out and called for Ashlyn and Haley. They came running in and he started going "Look at my stomach! How did this happen?" (etc.) and the girls were just staring at it all freaked out and shaking their heads. They were truly concerned and looked at me with huge wide eyes. Scott said "What do you think happened to my stomach?"

And Haley said "I don't know what it's called, but it looks like the same thing that happened to Pops!"

Haley is going to be the sole reason Pops does not bring us the t.v.

More YumYum! stuff

Today Owen got two packages in the mail from various sellers on ebay. Of course it was all YumYum! stuff, as that is all we spend our money on anymore. As soon as we pulled the pajamas out of the bag he started to take his clothes off, and he hasn't taken off the hat since I put it on him. I think it's finally time to admit that he has a serious addiction to YumYum! He is so excited he can hardly contain it, as evidenced by the super cheesy smiles he is sporting in some of the pictures below (and even more so in some of the ones I didn't post).

We got the hat and gloves for .99. I mean honestly, if ANYTHING is selling on ebay and it's only .99 then I'm totally buying it. The pajamas were a little more--4.13. I hesitated for a second, but Owen walked by while there were up on the computer screen and immediately started yelling MINE! When I still didn't place a bid he spoke his first ever complete sentence of more than three words: "For the LOVE OF GOD woman, pay the 4.13 and shut-up about it...it's YUMYUM!"

Friday's Feast, 24 March 2006

This is already getting boring to me and this is only the second week...

Appetizer: How would you describe your personal comfort zone?
I am not at all comfortable in crowded places. I feel like I'm going to hyperventilate. This is why I do my Christmas shopping in October. Also, NEVER touch me with your feet.

Soup: What is your favorite tree?
The weeping willow tree. My great grandmother had one beside her house. It was beautiful.

Salad: List 3 foods you'd like to include in you dinner plans for tonight.
Kung Pao Chicken, corn fritters and peach cobbler--be still my heart!

Main Course: What is the best advice you've ever given, but didn't heed?
Wait at least three years after getting married before having kids. We would have had a lot more time for just the two of us if we had waited...and we'd be better off financially.

Dessert: On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being highest) how much attention do you feel comfortable receiving from others?
3...besides Scott, I don't like people to fawn over me. No matter what the situation, I never feel as good as the other person thinks I am.

Pope Benedict XVI

Several weeks ago my grandmother and two of my aunts took a trip to Italy. While they were there they went to the Pope's mass. Here is a picture of my grandmother kissing Pope Benedict XVI's ring. I cannot stress enough how HUGE this is for her. Apparently it's all she can talk about anymore.

My cousin Adam was visiting her and said she was going on and on about how great it was to meet someone of that importance, someone that truly great. She said Adam just couldn't understand her unless he'd been through something like that himself. Adam told her "Don't worry Grandma, I know exactly how you feel. One time I got drunk with Kid Rock." Um, not the same thing Adam, not the same thing...

The NCAA Tournament

As of right now, my father is on his way to Hotlanta to watch some of the NCAA tournament. To be exact, he will watch the Duke-LSU game and the Texas-West Virginia game. Everybody say it with me: BUM! NO FAIR! OUR LIFE SUCKS! He will also be going back on Saturday to the finals. One more time people: BUM! NO FAIR! OUR LIFE SUCKS!

The thing that really kills me is that he never has to work hard for any of this. Opportunities just fall right into his lap all the time. Hey Jim, want to go play golf in Augusta? (can anybody say Masters?) Hey Jim, take this fantastically expensive gas barbeque grill for your back porch and just give us a shout out on the radio. Hey Jim, want to go see a couple of basketball games with me...you know, the NCAA tournament games? Hmmm...maybe he's being rewarded for being such a good person...I don't know if you've heard, but his is bringing us his awesome tv that he no longer uses. In return I will not cook anything chicken for him-ever. It will be all beef, all the time. Ashlyn and Haley can't wait for the tv!! We've told them all about it! They will get so much use out of it and I can't even imagine how much more Owen will learn from his Baby Einstein movies watching them on that huge screen! HA!

So, Pops, hope you have an absolute blast at the games (read sarcastically). If you have an extra moment give us little people a thought. Maybe you could even spread a little of your pixie dust around...

Ebay, how I love thee

Scott has a truck. We got it in Arizona right before we moved. This truck is his pride and joy. So far we have added a Rhino Liner for a whopping $410 (Merry Christmas!), and XM radio, which Grandma got him for Christmas (the service is 14.01 every month). Now he needs the windows tinted and he wanted some nerf bars for the sides.

I was going to do it for his birthday but to get them done in town would have been extremely expensive, so I gave up on that idea. I also looked into ordering them on the internet and having Scott and Joe put them on. It turns out they are hugely expensive online also. At this site they are 399.99. Here they are 393.95. And here they are on sale for 301.90. I could go on and on, but I really want people to actually finish reading this post, so I'll stop.

Then, as I was perusing ebay (as I am wont to do-Amber-HA!), I found that lo and behold they sell nerf bars. I cannot believe I actually used a link for ebay. If you people don't know where to find that there is something seriously wrong with you. Anyway, I was able to get the exact nerf bars Scott wanted for 175.00 and free shipping! BAM! Props to Jennifer!! Saturday Joe, Amber and Arden are coming over to eat and Joe and Scott are going to put them on the truck. And, to thank Joe for his hard work, we are happily going to take an extra computer they have lying around their house off their hands and set it up for the computer hogs (aka Ashlyn and Haley). It seems their house is a little cluttered, and you know, anything I can do to help.

I will post pictures of the truck with the nerf bars attached this weekend hopefully. I will not be including audio, as I'm reasonably sure there will be swearing on some level, and if it's all the way up to Army level it won't be pretty. Also, Owen will be on hand to help out and generally lose the screws and bolts which could result in lost tempers so there will be no video...we don't want the authorities to have any concrete evidence. Brian, I know you're busy with the new house and all, but please start working on our defense...

Opposites

Ashlyn is really into playing school at home. She loves for us to make up "tests" for her to work. Today she asked me to make a list of words so she could write the opposites. I made a list of 10 words and she quickly got them all right. Haley watched her and then announced "I can do opposites too." I said "Oh really? Tell me a word and it's opposite." And she smiled a huge smile as she shouted out "FLAG! NO FLAG!" At which point Scott said (for the second time in 3 days) "Remember back before we had kids? I could SO go back..."
















Owen complete with pizza all over his mouth





























Haley is crying in this picture because right before I took it she tripped over the rug and landed flat on her face, truly living up to her middle name-->Grace.

Amber, my hero

I mentioned the other day about Owen's new found love of Cookie Monster. His birthday is coming up in a little over a month-hint hint. We have quickly run out of diapers with YumYum! on them (his first choice) and recently ran out of MoMo! also. Sadly, we are left with Big Bird and Bert, who, by the way, has to be the worst choice for a diaper...really? Bert? Come on! What about The Count or Snuffleupagus? Anyway, we go over to Arden's house for playdates on Monday, Wednesday and Friday while Haley is at school. Amber has actually been switching out the diapers we take over there with YumYum! diapers, which has made her a -DARE I SAY IT- Higglytown Hero type of person to Owen and me. Again, we will not discuss Higglytown Heroes in any form other than to mention the name. I have already voiced my opinion about that show here and here. I'm not saying being a Higglytown Hero is bad in any way, I'm just saying the show is freakin freaky to me. I'm digressing...

Note: Arden and Owen wear the same size diaper, so that is how this is actually working. This is not because Arden is obese, fat, chunky, overweight, etc., as some less-smart people are wont to believe. It is simply because Owen is kinda skinny because all he eats are fruit chews and corn fritters.

On Monday Amber made it one step closer to sainthood when she pulled out this fabric. It's the softest flannel cut into two 1.5 yard pieces. Owen went nuts! We brought it home and I had grand intentions of cutting it into squares and making him a blanket, but he won't put it down long enough and I'm afraid if he saw me cutting it he would have a heart attack. I still plan on doing something with it, but for now he's dragging it around behind him everywhere he goes. I guess I'll let him get it good and broken in first.

Friday's Feast

One of my main goals in life is to find cool stuff on other people's blogs and copy it to mine to make mine seem cool. Again, I am stealing from Becky, and will try to do this once a week, or until Becky stops doing it...oh, the Friday's Feast website is here...

Appetizer: What job would you definitely not want to have?
1st grade teacher. Everytime I go in Ashlyn's classroom the amount of crap all over the room that her teacher has to teach them makes me want to throw up.

Soup: Oprah calls you and asks you to appear on her show. What would that day's show be about?
Anxiety medication that really works

Salad: Name three vegetables that you eat on a regular basis.
Corn, corn fritters, and corn on the cob.

Main Course: If you were commissioned to rename your home town, what would you call it?
Unlike Becky, who would not use Beckyville, I would totally use Jenniferville

Dessert: If you had a personal assistant, what tasks would you have them do?
1. Clean The Poop Hut
2. Keep Owen out of the refridgerator.
3. Keep Owen away from the DVDs.
4. Keep Owen away from the potty.
5. Keep Owen out of The Poop Hut.

The Poop Hut

In an effort to waste even more money on these stupid cats, we have bought them what I refer to as The Poop Hut. The enclosed space gives them lots of privacy and it contains the stink (mostly). Plus, with the top it is impossible for the cats to get in and kick litter out all over the carpet, which seems to be Frosty's main goal everytime he gets near it. Right now I am rating it super-de-duper, but give me a few days and I'm sure I'll hate it for one reason or another. Please note that no litter box will ever be deemed awesome by me unless they make one that automatically sprays febreze up the cat's butt as he is getting out.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

Ten years ago today Scott and I went out on our first date. The next day a friend and I drove to Po-dunk-ville, Alabama to watch him play in a baseball game. On the way home we drove with the windows down singing at the top of our lungs. For the next 8 days I had laryngitis and couldn't make a single peep. By the time I actually started talking, Scott was hooked. In hindsight, my lost voice was probably a godsend-ha ha! It is also proof that Scott fell for my incredible good looks (ha!), not my personality or my ability to carry on a decent conversation.

Here is a picture taken shortly after we started dating, in May I think, at my college graduation...yes, surprise!, I am a college graduate, I just play a dummy on t.v.















This was taken today, by Ashlyn, our budding photographer. You'll notice that we are pretty much the same as we were 10 years ago, except that Scott is much skinnier, I am much fatter, and we have a bunch more people living with us.















Here are the above mentioned people who now mess up our house on a daily basis and who will not leave, no matter how mean we are to them. Note the cats and dog engaging in a stare-down. It was quite a feat to get everyone on the same couch!

Question

How old do children have to be before you can leave them at home by themselves?

Hope your day is going as awesomely as mine!!

Hugs and kisses!!--Jennifer

Nap time at Arden's house

Today I had to take Haley back to the doctor because her eye was completely swollen. It turns out she has a stye on the inside of her eyelid, so we got some antibiotic and some eye cream. Anyway, her appointment was in the middle of the afternoon and Ashlyn and Owen stayed with Amber and Arden at their house. It was Owen's naptime and Arden was occupying the crib so he took a snooze in Joe's (Dough! in Owen language) recliner. I know I've mentioned before that Owen and Arden are in love but they are not allowed to sleep in the crib together because the last time they were in it all they did was kiss and as parents we have to set some boundaries.

My shout-out to Schell

Schell is my cousin who lives in Georgia. She has never had any face time on the blog, so I am giving it to her now. She is graduating from high school this year and recently got back from a spring break trip to NYC where she got me the cutest salt and pepper shakers to go in my collection. Thanks Schell, I love them!!!

Here is Schell and her date (I have no idea what his name is) before the Christmas dance.














Here are the salt and pepper shakers

MOMO! and YUMYUM!

Owen has found something that means almost as much to him as BALLS! do. Now he walks around yelling for Momo! (Elmo) and YumYum! (Cookie Monster). I cannot stress enough the importance of these people in Owen's life. We have a Singing Poppin' Pals toy that plays music and is a huge fan favorite here. Also, the diapers have Sesame Street characters on them and he searches through them and will only wear Momo! or YumYum! We also got him the Sesame Street DVD Do the Alphabet and he watches it over and over, which is not only fun for him but also educational. I doubt he will actually learn to Do the Alphabet though, because the entire time he is not listening to the letters, he is screaming Momo! and YumYum! So if anyone is thinking Wow, those kids are just so cute I want to eat them up...smother them with kisses...BUY THEM SOMETHING, please go to Walmart and find a dvd that showcases either Momo! or YumYum! and ship it out here. We live on Tres Rios. A better idea would be to use Amazon.com and you would never even have to leave your house. Again, that's T-r-e-s R-i-o-s. And let me say Thank You in advance for you support of Owen's latest addiction.

The pictures I promised

Earlier today I tried to post some pictures but blogger wasn't cooperating. It's working now so here they are.

Here is Haley doing what she does best--eating. She is have some Easy Mac for lunch. And yes, she has a dress on, and no, she is not sitting like a lady.














Here is Owen riding his horse sidesaddle. Owen rides his horse roughly 5 miles every day. We got the horse from Arden, Owen's girlfriend. Arden in turn got the Zoo from Owen. They like to shower each other with gifts/used toys to celebrate their undying love.














Here is Ashlyn cleaning up her closet. Even though she is in trouble, she has pasted a big smile on her face for the camera, something I trained her to do a long, long time ago. FYI-Pete is currently residing on the shelf of the coat closet in the living room. I do not know when or if Ashlyn will get him back. Please pray for Ashlyn as she will most certainly suffer from Pete withdrawal tonight at bedtime.

Ashlyn's fall from grace

Ashlyn has fallen fast and furiously from the rank of "golden child" to a rank somewhere in the neighborhood of "red-headed stepchild". It looks like there may be hope for Haley after all. Scott and I are still deliberating about the punishment, but it may actually involve taking away her beloved Pete for several days. We have also already declined an invitation to Mr. Gatti's for tomorrow night.

As of right now Ashlyn is on "extra duty" around the house and we have taken her rank and half a month's pay. I took some pictures of her toiling away in her room (which was sadly hit by a tornado the day before yesterday) but apparently blogger is a bit overwhelmed right now and is not accepting any photographs. I think when she finishes in there she will be sent out to the backyard with a shovel to get up all of Max's poop. After that I am stumped, but I welcome any suggestions you may have.

Hopefully later I can publish some pictures. Have a great day!

Why I Love Spring Break

Why I Love Spring Break
by Jennifer Starr

I love spring break because that means Ashlyn spends an additional 7.5 hours at home each day with Haley and Owen, so that means we have 7.5 more hours of yelling, screaming, food throwing, pushing, shoving, kicking, fighting, crying, whining, tattle-telling and "Wait till your daddy gets home!" threats than we usually have.

And it's only 11:35a on Monday.

We're in the Army now

Friday night Scott finally went through his big black boxes that have been sitting untouched since he came back from Afghanistan.

The girls in some of Scott's old hats, gloves, and his OCS ascot.















Haley in a Captain's hat.















Haley showing Scott's Bronze Star















Haley showing one of Scott's ARCOMs















Little O

Quick funny story

Arden, who many of you know is Owen's girlfriend, has taken quite a liking to raisins lately. Eating a lot of raisins will make you toot, but I'm sure this is pretty common knowledge. Anyway, in the past day or so Arden has eaten almost 2 of the small boxes of raisins, which is quite a lot for someone just 15 months old. So tonight Amber put her in the tub and Arden tooted a couple of times and then all of a sudden 5 raisins shot out of her beehienie. Unfortunately (and when I say 'unfortunately' in this case I mean it with all my heart...) we have no photo evidence of this spectacular event, but it happened nonetheless. I was on the phone with Amber and heard the commotion and the hollering and the wailing, as Arden no doubt thought there were bugs in her bathwater about to get her.

Owen is also a raisin lover, though we have never experienced raisins exiting in the same form as they entered...but it did happen once with some sliced black olives!

Good try...

In an effort to keep Owen from marking everything within a 3 foot radius from his body before bathtime, Scott took off his diaper and immediately put him on the potty. After much cheering, nothing happened so we turned on the water in the bathtub. Again, nothing. Owen did not want to go pee in the potty, he wanted to get up and "fus" the potty. So Scott let him up, he rolled off half a roll of toilet paper, wiped his nose with it, dropped it in, flushed, clapped, and then peed.

My 200th Post

Congratulations to everyone who keeps up with our family via this blog, as you all have made it to post #200! Woo hoo! In honor of this blessed event, I thought I would spread some joy across the miles to each and every one of you by sharing some news: Every one of my kids is sick. I don't mean they have runny noses and coughs. I mean Sick with a capital S.

Ashlyn has bronchitis. I mentioned in an earlier post that she was susceptible to that. Haley has strep throat. When we got to the doctor's office today her temperature was 104.7. I had tried repeatedly to give her tylenol but she would throw it back up at me. She ended up having blood drawn twice, once from each arm, and she got a shot in the thigh of straight penicillin (which rates right up there with the experience of watching a doctor put stitches in her forehead). Owen has bronchitis, he has ear infections in both ears, and the doctor said she could hear wheezing in his chest so he has officially been put on two puffs of albuterol every 4 to 6 hours. He has a cute little spacer with a bear on it and he is quite dramatic with his breaths. We all laugh and encourage him and he will puff away without any problem.

We got so much medicine from the pharmacy today that I had to make a spreadsheet to keep up with who gets what and how much and when. And Scott leaves Monday for a whole week. YAY! Do you ever feel like you are at the end of the plank and instead of being scared you just want to do the best freaking swan dive that anyone ever saw? Well, look mom-NO SPLASH!

On a positive note, my southwest chicken in the crockpot thing was excellent and if anyone wants the recipe drop me an email-except for Pops, who of course will not try new things without a lot of griping and who also avoids chicken like the plague...FYI yes, I'm still bitter about the chicken and broccoli ring fiasco and the asian salad ordeal and the fish comment. Apparently Pops recognizes a good thing only if it has beef strapped to it.

So that's all the excitement I have to share in this post #200. I have put several links in the second paragraph for your extended reading enjoyment/education. It's a little more time consuming, yes, but my kids are all passed out on drugs so I have a little free time tonight.

Owen was so shocked when we gave him his laundry list of ailments that his hair turned almost white and stood up. But that is nothing compared to the number of heads we turned in the clinic when we came away from the pharmacy counter with an honest-to-gosh brown grocery bag filled to the top instead of the usual small brown lunch bag size.

Introducing:

Karin's web site!!

Karin has begun a blog about her family. Unfortunately, she really has no idea what she is doing and her posting sessions so far are unsuccessful and filled with profanity. So everyone join with me in "Karin watching" to see how long it takes her to actually become proficient at this...it should be loads of fun!!

And the award goes to...

TIGGER STARR!!--for most creative use of a bathroom sink. A smooth, cool bed! Genius, pure genius!! Who knew?

Everybody loves Whataburger

We were a little early going to pick up Haley from school today so Owen and I drove through Whataburger to get some fries. The are delicious...better than McDonalds. I know you are thinking 'Better than McDonalds? How can that be?' But it's the truth, they are really better. So anyway, we got them and he ate some, then shared some with Haley, then shared some with Max and Tigger. Max wasn't much interested at first, but when Tigger came over Max grabbed his fry and took off. Tigger was more than happy to eat his. And for those of you who've never seen a cat each french fries, let me tell you that Tigger will eat any type of food he can get to. Frosty will only eat cat food, but Tigger has actually chewed through baggies to get to cornbread and muffins, so french fries thrown on the ground in front of his face aren't really that much of a stretch for him.

Give me a buzz

This morning I took Owen to get his hair cut again. The last time we got it cut it was the beginning of January, so it had gotten pretty long. Amber and Arden went along for the show. Owen was again upset at first, but he calmed down relatively quickly. I think it was either because he was getting a steady stream of sweet tarts or because Arden was watching and Owen didn't want to appear to be too much of a baby in front of her. Before we left the stylist put some gel on Owen's head and mussed it up. It was just too cute--so cute that I am going to buy some gel...