tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59262352011-08-01T18:05:50.615-05:00You don't win friends with salad.Amy Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11598692335440166102noreply@blogger.comBlogger3311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926235.post-26117081467570911142010-09-11T21:12:00.002-05:002010-09-11T21:19:42.892-05:00

About a month ago, I was telling Jeremy how this part in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown always makes me cry a little. The other day, I look at Evie at the end of the song, and she has tears streaming down her little cheek. I immediately gave her an appropriately big hug.

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Maybe not, but I sure think they look alike. Gotta give proper respect to my mom for pointing out this comparison to me. The big eyes, they high cheeks, so very cute and rascally ... Charlie is so Jerry Mouse.

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I'm beginning to feel concerned for my mind. This past week I have been such a complete space cadet. When I tell Jeremy my concerns, he says "your brain is just kid-fried." I hope that is it and that I'm not losing my sanity before I turn 30.Example 1.On Friday, I drove to Dallas to meet up with some friends of mine (Pidge and Jared), and also Jeremy, who has been in Duncan, Oklahoma. I

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I have been really wanting to post this story about Evie and the egg and now I'm going to, even though it happened a couple of days before Easter... and I've already told many of you the story. The good thing about having waited this long is that now I can retell the story without feeling nauseous, so, that's a plus. Johnnie and Tammy came to our house the Wednesday night before Easter. The

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How interesting you find this post will be pretty proportional to how familiar you are with Jack's nickname: "Jackamo." I made a reference to this in a flickr title and it made me want to write a blog post about it. For whatever reason, Jeremy and I watched the 2005 Kentucky Derby (I was pregnant with Jack at the time.) Well, it ended up being a pretty crazy race and was talked about a lot on

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I had to search my blog to see if I had ever used that subject title before. Do you know what the result was? Nothin'. Not once in my 325 posts have I ever mentioned mustard. Why would I talk about mustard? Exactly.I hate that I haven't been blogging lately. I sometimes wonder if blogging is worth the time and effort, and I have concluded that it is. The main thing I like about it is that

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Jack was referring to himself as "Jack-Jack". I said "does Unky Drew call you 'Jack-Jack?" "No, Unky Drew calls me 'dude'.""And what does Aunt DeeDee call you?""Jack.""And what does Aunt Jenna call you?""Jackamo.""And what does Mia call you?" "Mr. Jack. And she calls Evie 'Mrs. Evie'.""And what does Grandmommy call you?""'Darlin' boy' and 'Precious'."

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Wednesday: Jack starts throwing up, throws up all night while I sleep on floor beside him.Friday: I start throwing up, and continue to throw up all night. Saturday: Evie throws up a couple of times, I still feel sick all day.Sunday: Good day, everyone feels good, I get to play volleyball with Andrea. While I'm gone, Charlie starts running fever. Charlie runs fever all night, waking a couple of

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When Jeremy's mom and dad came to see us a couple of weeks ago, Tammy asked what toys she could get for the kids. I told her that Jack has REALLY been into the alphabet and remembering how to spell words, so any toy that involved spelling words would be great. She found the perfect things: this and this. She got one of those for Evie, but I can't remember which, and neither can Jack. Nowadays

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(And speaking of sleepy bears...)

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I have been wanting to post, and I don't have time, so I'm using this as an excuse to post. This is one of my favorite pictures of all time, and I only just realized that it is isn't on my flickr account, so I'm posting it here. SO THERE!

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We recently had to put Evie in a toddler bed because she discovered how to climb out of her crib. I was pretty glad too, because I really wanted Charlie in the crib instead of the pack n’ play. A few days before her 2nd birthday, she made the transition. We weren’t really sure how this would go because Evie has always been an amazing sleeper. She rarely cried when she woke up or went to sleep

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I really don't even have time to post this, but I thought I would go ahead and do it since it's been so long. My regular camera is broken, so I apologize for all of my camera phone pictures. Maybe I'll get a camera for my birthday? Pretty nice timing for my camera to die, I'd say.Anybody that sees regular pictures of my kids may notice that Jack is almost always just wearing his underwear and

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Evie saw Jack playing with his drawing board. "I heppoo, Jack."(I'll help you, Jack). He tugged it away and said "no, Evie. This is for grown-ups."

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Quick, Jeremy... the camera!!One thing you may notice in this video is Evie dropping her food on the floor. She is such a stinker. She gets in trouble when she does this, but she TOTALLY took advantage of us focusing on Charlie to drop the remains of her food on the ground. Even though Jeremy is filming, he didn't realize what she was doing until we watched the video together. We looked at each

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You may have heard us talk about how much Charlie looks like Jack when he was a baby, but I thought you might like to see some photographic evidence.JackCharlieJackCharlie

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It's so hard to imagine how three-year-olds see the world. What's even stranger is to imagine what they think of dreams and how they relate to that world. To my knowledge Jack had never told me about anything from his dreams, so I had never thought to explain to him what dreams are.A few nights ago, Jack woke up in the middle of the night, crying. I went into his room to see what was the

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Thanks to my mother-in-law for educating my mind this past weekend. I had never heard the word "'Etagere" before, but apparently it is another word for bookshelf. And so I post it here for all of you readers, to add another word to your vocabulary, if it wasn't there already.We had a great time (as always) with Jeremy's family. Jeremy had training in Spring on Tuesday, so we used it as an

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Yesterday, as I was giving Charlie a bath, Jack was climbing around on the bathtub. Jack started touching my back with his pointer finger, and each time he did, he would count "1,2,3,4,5..." I didn't think much of it because he always does random stuff like that. Then he did it again and said "I can count on you, Mommy." An amusing interpretation of the phrase, which he undoubtedly learned

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Jack has been very interested in spelling lately. Or rather, Jack has lately been very interested in spelling. He actually knows how to spell halliburton because he frequently sees it on Jeremy's truck and coveralls.

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Me: (after saying something regarding Jeremy) You know, Jack, Daddy is my best friend.Jack: Evie's my best friend. (Looks at Evie) You're the best, Evie.

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My mom kept Evie for a couple of days this past week. I was having a hard time letting my mom keep her for very long because I knew I would miss her, but I never really thought of how much Jack would miss her. I am very grateful to my mom for keeping Evie, but Jack is almost more difficult to keep when Evie is gone. It's like he didn't know what to do with himself. His room never got messy

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Charlie Emerson ButlerBorn January 18th 1:48 pmSaturday night I started having contractions. We went to the hospital at 8:30...they admitted me and in about five hours, Charlie was born! He weighed 9 lbs 3 oz and was 21 3/4 inches long. It was all way too easy. After it was over, I felt a bit guilty when people said "good job, Amy!" I really didn't do much. I got an epidural when I was at 6 cm

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Today marks the eighth day past the baby's due date. It's so annoying because really, the "due date" is a midpoint of a four week period that you are most likely to have your baby. No matter how many times I tell myself this, I still think of myself as being "late" when I go past my due date. Earlier this week I called to ask my OB's nurses about some back pain I was experiencing. I was

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One thing that is good about the baby taking his sweet time, is that we had more time to procure a vehicle that he too could fit in. We had been sporting these wheels but now we are sporting these.The first thing you may have noticed is that they are the same color. Jeremy and I are very much boring black/gray color type people. Both times it just seemed that the red vehicles were the best

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After a lot of noise-making and laughingJack: Evie, what does a cow say?Evie: Moo!Jack: Yeah!! Hey, Evie, what does a horse say?Evie: Moo!Jack: No! That's a cow, not a horse!

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Go ahead: leave your prediction in the comment section. If you win, I'll give you a prize. I don't know what, but you can bet it will be pretty lame.

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I figured a follow-up blog might be nice for some of you who were probably sitting there in suspense. "Did she have the baby? Didn't she have the baby?!" No baby yet. Last pregnancy I was SO ready for Evie to come out at this point. But now I feel somewhat comfortable and energetic, so I say "take your time, little guy." However, I do feel very excited to meet him. I'm usually too busy to

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(If you don't want to read about the bathroom habits of three-year-olds, then skip the first paragraph.)Jack has been a really tough little guy to potty train. Mainly because he is WAY too busy to use the bathroom. It's kind of funny thinking of him being "too busy" to stop to go to the bathroom. I mean, what if an adult said that. "You know, I really just don't have time to go to the bathroom

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When sitting here thinking about what to type, the first thing that comes to mind is "oh my goodness."I feel overwhelmed when I try to think of all the things that should be included in this blog. But really, I just feel overwhelmed in general. Our life has been a crazy train this past month. We have moved away from Wyoming and are now somewhat settled in our new house in Bossier City,

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Boy have I needed to blog. If anything I've needed to blog just to get the word "weewee" off the top of this page. I've been meaning to blog for a while now, but it's the usual story. I'm too busy during the day, and too tired at night. No excuses, let's just get to the point. We're moving! Sadly, some of you do not know this. All of you probably knew that Jeremy put in for a transfer, but a

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I was perusing all of my regular blogs and I was rather surprised to find that I won something! Check it!I happen to know that "Button" is having a little girl, therefor, I am the grand winner! Most exciting. No pee in my face THIS time around... no sir!

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Well, it turns out that 11 of you were right. We are having a little boy! I don't know what it is that can make a mother feel so certain that she's having one gender or the other, but I felt so positive about this baby's boyness, that I would have been shocked if it had been a girl. Anyhow, we are very excited. More than anything, we are excited for Jack to have a little brother. Also, we

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I put a poll on the left hand side so that you can tell me if you think I'm having a boy or a girl. I feel pretty certain that I know what it is, but I don't want to give away the secret, you know. Your vote is important!

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I was going to put a fork in the dishwasher just now. When I opened the dishwasher, there was steam coming out and I realized that it wasn't through running it's cycle. I quickly gasped and said "I'm sorry" and closed it very quickly. Not really sure why I apologized to my dishwasher. Anyhow, I thought I would take a profile picture for friends and family that live so far away. It's always

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Well, I know it has been a while, but I'm hoping to start up my blogging again with some sort of consistency. I don't think I've officially announced it on my blog, but we are expecting our third child! My due date is January 9th (coincidentally, the kids' aunt Jenna's birthday.) Pregnancy has been the reason for this blog scarceness. Jack and Evie's nap schedules keep me from napping, and by

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I know. I haven't blogged in some time. We were in Texas for three weeks and then when we got back Evie got a stomach virus and passed it around to Jeremy and Jack and we've all been sick in some way for the past few days. Jack has been the most sick. A lot of laying around and watching Veggietales. Poor guy, he looks so pathetic. Anyhow, I was hoping that the next time I posted it would be

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I thought it worth mentioning that ten years ago today, Jeremy and I went on our first date. This seems very strange in some ways. But then there is a part of me that can't remember what life is like without him. Thanks for loving me, Jeremy... and thanks for making it all so easy.

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Evie had her 9 month appointment today... even though she's almost 11 months old (the doctor rescheduled and then we rescheduled.) Every time I bring one of my kids to see the doctor he comments on the hugeness of their heads (Both kids have never been under the 100th percentile-- it's always "off the charts."). When I was pregnant with Evie and we first started seeing this doctor, he showed a

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I am sitting here posting some of my old pictures on Flickr. I started filling out a description for this picture. When I realized it was pretty long, I decided to blog it. "An amusing story about this visit to the Empire State Building. When I was a junior in high school, and the seniors went on a trip, Andrew, Andrea and Jeremy all talked to me from the top of the Empire State Building. I

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Just a few things Evie has been up to lately. (OK, so maybe I was encouraging the head nodding in the first video a little.)

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I wake up and there is snow EVERYWHERE! Yesterday it was 73 degrees. Now it's 27.Gotta go get Jack's snow boots out.

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A couple of days ago, the weather in Casper finally reached 60 degrees.... for the first time this year. But when I look on the weather for tomorrow it says "Rain/Snow." I've decided that a baby can't do anything more pathetic than crawling and crying at the same time. Yesterday Jack experienced his first rejection from a girl. He was happily waving at his friend Mady, who is his age, and said

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It's morning. Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"It's a good time to eat breakfast.It's playtime. Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"It's a good time to eat a picnic lunch.It's afternoonCookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"It's a good time to eat snacksIt's evening.Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat!"It's a good time to eat dinner*.It's nighttime.Cookie Monster: "Good time to eat... COOKIES!**

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Well, I would be lying if I said that today's snowfall didn't make me a little sad. I have been waiting for the change of seasons, and just when I thought it was here (yesterday it was 50 degrees) it began to snow, and snow, and snow. It snowed all day. But I'm not all disappointment, for I will be in TEXAS in only three days time!! I found this comparison amusing, and I thought you all might

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At Jack's bidding, I often draw Oswald on the Doodle Pro. Hmmm, could it be that some of you have never heard of Oswald the Octopus? This is Oswald:He is a friendly Octopus voiced by Fred Savage, but this is not important. After having seen me draw Oswald (see image)......Jack felt he was up for the challenge. Here is a video of Jack drawing Oswald the Octopus (after he attempts tracing his

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These are just a couple of videos from Easter.

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Yesterday it snowed all morning and all afternoon. The snow didn't stick, but how bizarre it was shopping for Eastery things with snow falling all around. I was out shopping, trying to find a sweater to go with the Easter dress my mom bought for Evie. Everywhere I went I saw short sleeved dresses, but nary a sweater was found. Casper is a very stubborn city. It wants it to be spring and will

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Kudos to Hannah who bought me this book for Christmas. She knew that Jack was a very picky eater and she thought it may help me out. Basically, it is a cookbook with recipes that incorporate different types of purees-- containing all sorts of healthy stuff-- carrots, spinach, blueberries, wheat germ, cauliflower...At first I just did some pretty simple stuff that seemed to work well enough. A

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Based on the comments on my last blog, I'm going to assume that's it ok for me to post another video. This is something I've been wanting to post for a while-- mainly for Andrew and Andrea, who are well acquainted (or at least Andrew is) with the song Jack is singing in the video. It's a song we sing to him every night when we brush his teeth, but it's much better when he sings it. I'll post

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When I was younger my Mom used to sing a song from Music Machine to me and my siblings to help fight impatience (Who am I kidding, she still does.) Have patienceHave patienceDon't be in such a hurryWhen you get impatientYou only start to worryRemember, rememberthat God is patient tooAnd think of all the times when othersHave to wait on youWell, I guess it really carried over to my parenting style

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I know that I haven't blogged in a while, but I do have excuses. Good excuses too, I think. Jeremy has been gone a lot for work and Jack has been having some sleeping problems. So I've basically either been busy taking care of the kids by myself, or else extremely exhausted because of my lack of sleep. Since we got back from our Texas trip at the beginning of January, Jack has been really

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In my last post, I told you all about Jack's obsession with the book "Goodnight Moon." When talking about his habit of reading through the book I said "it quickly became one of our favorite things he does." Well, now it has gotten to the point where... I wouldn't say I'm annoyed with him for reading the book, but I certainly wouldn't mind throwing it out of a window every once in a while.

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You will not find anything Jack is more obsessed with than the book, "Goodnight Moon." Jeremy and I have been reading "Goodnight Moon" to Jack since he was, oh, about this old: Within the past few weeks, Jack began reciting the whole book. When we realized what he was doing, it quickly became one of our favorite things he does. I really wish we had taped it earlier because now it has become so

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Merry Christmas.

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Well everyone, it's official: I'm a grown-up. (As though the husband and two children weren't enough of a tip-off.) This year I was forced to cook Thanksgiving dinner all by myself. And no, I don't mean that Jeremy told me "make a turkey or beat it!" We were unable to go to Texas for Thanksgiving, so the cooking duties fell upon me. Amy... the girl who's duties of Thanksgivings past include

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Not counting the year and a half I spent in Bartlesville, Oklahoma, I lived in Texas my whole life. So it's not surprising to me that Texas is a little angry with me for moving to Wyoming. September marked an entire year of absence between me and the great state. When we journeyed back in October, I started feeling like some force was acting against me and Jeremy. I guess it all started with

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I haven't had any time to blog lately, but I thought it was high-time I posted something. Here are some side-by-side pictures of Jack and Evie, in which they are both four months old.*Jack's eyes are still blue in this picture, I think the darkness has to do with the fact that it was taken when I still used a film camera-- and also, it seems his eyes were a darker blue than Evie's are.**It's

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Jack's birthday was yesterday. I don't know if I'm supposed to think that is weird b/c "it seems like only yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital", but it doesn't. To me he seems exactly the age he should be. Anyhow, we had the good fortune of celebrating his birthday with our family and friends in Tyler last week. Yesterday we didn't do too much. We were going to have cake and

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Today Evie had her first laugh! Oh man, there is nothing quite like that sound. I grabbed the camera and caught her laughing a little bit, but nothing ever compares to the first one.

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Jack sings the alphabet song... sort of.Note: The very expensive universal remote that Jack is holding in this video, was thrown, by him, (the day after I filmed this) into our kitchen sink which was, regrettably, filled with water.

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Jack 15 months ago:Jack yesterday:

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Well, I haven't put any pictures up in a while, so here are a few and also a little video of Jack and Evie.

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Yesterday I saw Jack trying to pry Evie's little fist open. I wasn't sure why he was doing this-- then he held her little hand with his and hit it against his other hand, saying "eye fife, eye fife!" Here's a picture of them pre-high-five.

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The other day I was walking with Jack by the garages in our condo complex and he started saying all the letters that label the garages. Thank you, Leap Frog.Forgive me, the audio isn't so great.

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Jeremy and I were sitting on our couch last night and all of a sudden a DEER walked right by our patio! Jeremy saw him first and very casually said "Hey, look." I started freaking out and grabbed my camera. Sadly he didn't think our patio was interesting enough for a visit, so by the time I got out on the patio he wasn't very close. He did look back at me for this picture though. Nice of him

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This makes Jack laugh:This makes Jack cry:When we read "Hand, Hand, Fingers, Thumb" to Jack, he always laughs at that first picture. It cracks me up how amused he is by a picture of a monkey standing on top of another monkey's head.Last night, Jeremy and I were watching The Soup, and this guy came on the screen and Jack start crying in terror. He was absolutely terrified and frantically

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Well, I'm finally getting to try my hand at being a mother of two. I have had people here helping me the whole time but now they're gone, and Jeremy's back at work and I've really been enjoying my kids. Evie sleeps a lot and is a precious little angel. I think her sleeping all the time is really making the transition easier for Jack. He's doing great. His vocabulary is exploding. I am

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This video is from the very first time Jack met his baby sister. The first time he was somewhat timid. Now when he remembers that she is in the room, he runs over to her and lays his face on hers. Then after he decides he's been sweet for long enough, he steals her socks.

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My day has been going a lot differently than originally planned. At 7:30 I was supposed to be getting hooked up to an IV filled with pitocin. Instead, I was happily snoozing next to my beautiful new daughter, Evelyn.Two weeks ago I was at my obstetrician's office. She checked me and had said that even though the baby's head was very far down, that I was basically nowhere near ready to have

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It's Jack's new dance move...

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Jack is really into saying goodbye these days. If we are at a restaurant, he'll say "bye" every time the waiter leaves our table. If we're in the car, he says "bye" when random cars drive by us. If he is watching TV he says "bye" when a character will leave the screen.This is just a video of him rambling and saying "bye" a lot.

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I was a little surprised when I purchased milk this morning and noticed the sell by date:That is my due date! Do you realize what this means? This means that I could have a baby before the milk goes bad (if that were actually a possibility.) Crazy.If for some reason you haven't heard yet, my little niece Alexa was born on Saturday! Oh goodness, she's cute-- and the fact that I haven't met her

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Jeremy and I are pretty big fans of Taco John's, a fast food restaurant that we first discovered here in Casper. I'm not sure why, but they don't show commercials for Taco John's here. So, the first time I heard of Whiplash the Cowboy Monkey, it was from this paper bag that Jack's kid's meal came in. Jeremy and I were thoroughly amused. As I just sat down to blog about Whiplash, I googled the

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I was about to get ready for bed when I realized I hadn't blogged about today's significance. Today marks mine and Jeremy's four year wedding anniversary! (See photo for reference.)In countdown news, today is also exactly one month from our daughter's due date (which, I recently discovered, that in addition to being the day before my birthday, is Father's Day too)This means that it's now only a

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Jack used to sleep in this little rocker chair when he was a newborn. The other day, we laid him in it after he fell asleep on Jeremy's shoulder. I don't think it is as comfortable for him now as it once was.

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I just saw these pictures for the first time. Andrea found them on my mom's camera and sent them to me. They are from November-- my mom had given Jack a lemon wedge from her tea, and even though he seemed shocked by the taste, he contintued to eat the lemon wedge, and then ate another one. I am mainly posting these so you can see the last photo. I think you'll like it.

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Jack is obsessed with this.

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Really, nothing says "Happy Cinco de Mayo" like a foot of snow.

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When I took Jack to the park on Wednesday, I came across an interesting group of people. There was a rather large lady (maybe late 30's), a guy and a girl (both about 22 or so-- the guy: not wearing a shirt), a younger guy (around 18), a little girl (around 4) and a little boy (possibly Jack's age.) At this particular park, there are only two picnic tables under the small pavilion. The three

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Jeremy returned on Friday from his three week absence. He was in Duncan Oklahoma, and it was no fun! I'm only just now posting this because I'm so used to people seeing my pictures on Flickr, that I rarely think to put them on here. Anyhow, it was so great when Jack saw Jeremy at the airport. I put Jack down on the ground and he started running towards Jeremy whilst laughing and smiling. I'm

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This commercial for Kissimmee came on TV the other day, and Jack started cracking up. I was filming Jack watching the commercial today and Aubrey decided that she also thought it was funny...and cuteness abounds.

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Is there a bird that looks like a seagull, sounds like a seagull, but isn't a seagull? If not, there are some very sad and confused seagulls in Casper. It's really depressing on two fronts-- one, you hear these seagulls and it reminds you of the beach, but you realize "oh, I'm in Wyoming"; second, these poor birds! They just fly around parking lots, probably wondering "where the heck is all

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(Ok, we are completely amused.) Jack is now tall enough to reach things that are on the kitchen counter and he can even more easily reach things from our kitchen table. Like last night... when he picked up my cup of COLD water... and carried it all the way over to where I was laying on the couch... and poured it on me. He did it so quickly that I couldn't stop him. I only had time to realize "

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(And yes, I know that is the subject title for Jeremy's most recent blog, but I said that line when I was on the phone with him earlier and he stole it from me, so I'm stealing it back.)Really Jeremy's blog just made this blog a lot less significant, but I have pictures! Pictures of the snow! Ha-ha! Beat that!Anyhow, I'll keep going with my blog in case you haven't read Jeremy's yet. He's

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Johnnie and Tammy came to visit us this past weekend, and Jack learned to say "PopPop" (which is what we have been calling Johnnie for Jack since Jack was born.) I guess he decided it was pretty fun to say (can you blame him?) because it was his most said word while they were here (hmmm... actually, that may be a toss up with "light!") Every time Jeremy walks through the door, Jack will say "

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I haven't blogged in a while. Part of that reason is that Blogger's "spam-prevention robots" detected that my blog has "characteristics of a spam blog"... whatever that means. So they shut down my blog temporarily, or made it where I couldn't post new blogs. I had to send some kind of request to blogger so that I could resume blogging. Anyhow, that is clearly resolved, so I thought I'd kick

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After being in the grocery store for about two minutes, Jack decided he was tired, about two hours before his usual nap-time. He started nodding off while sitting in the shopping cart. I picked him up and within a minute he was passed out, so I just laid him in the basket. I saw a lady in Wal-Mart the other day who had done that with her baby. I thought "man, if she can do it, so can I." And

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(Don't mind the cow mooing in the second video.)

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I can't believe I've neglected to blog about this, but... we found out we're having a little girl! Big news to everyone, I'm sure. Anyhow, I'm very excited about this, for SO many reasons. A large one being that I was a bit afraid of having all boys. I'm also really looking forward to dressing a little girl. There's also the aspect of a mother-daughter relationship, yada yada yada. But lets

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Jack doesn't like my camera.

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I'm not ashamed to admit that Jeremy and I watch Wheel of Fortune... a lot. Jack has come to be quite the little fan himself. He loves to clap when he sees the contestants clapping. It used to be that everytime Jack would hear people guessing letters, he would shout out random sounds. Now he always says "D!" I should have a video of this, but I don't. You'll just have to take my word that it's

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I just spent 30 minutes looking for a sippy cup that I had just put in the dishwasher five minutes before I started looking for it. Jack has a bad tendency of putting his sippy cups in random places: laundry baskets, cabinets, partially unpacked boxes. And the sly litte fellow only seems to hide his sippy cups when they have milk in them. This makes for a particularly unpleasant find. So this

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Jeremy doesn't yet have his company car, so sometimes I take him to work. When I do, I get really happy, because upon arrival, I often times see several bunnies-- just sitting on the grass in front of the office. BUNNIES!!!One of Jeremy's co-workers told him that the bunnies reside under one of the buildings on the Halliburton lot. Well, tonight I got a picture of one of the Hallibunnies.

Amy Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11598692335440166102noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926235.post-26624005854859753972007-01-01T21:13:00.000-06:002007-01-01T22:06:20.650-06:00

It used to be pretty obvious when Jack needed to take a nap. He would always rub his eyes and start acting cranky. Now he is so freakin' active that he doesn't even slow down enough to feel tired. The other day, he missed his morning nap, and started falling asleep during his lunch. It makes me feel bad because he doesn't act tired until after he's been sitting still for about 5 or 10 minutes

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