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Not too long ago we were warming the stands at a basketball game starring Tobes.  It happened that Jonathan was sitting on the bleacher above me.  Giving him full access to notice all things on my head.


It was with glee.  Glee, I say.  That he practically shouted announced spotting my first...


gray ! 


Long after his duly earned bruises healed my daughter will still solemnly and sadly rub my back and offer me this condolence...


I sure wish you didn't get your first gray hair, mommy. 


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Dr. Pedi informed Toby that she needed to swab some boogers from his nose for a flu test.


I can just pick em' for you


He generously offered.


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Bristel and Toby were having a Fighting Frenzy sorta day and I'd finally had enough.


If you two don't stop it right this minute...




it's not gonna be pretty!  I promise you! 


Both got real quiet.  Until Bristel finally responded...


Well, mooooom. we are brother and sister after all.


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Toby described phase one (out with mom & Grams) of his birthday celebration as a boy's fairy tale


First dinner

Applebees Pictures, Images and Photos


then Dick's.  Where he was able to pick out the cleats of his choice.  Not something we usually do.


Chris's Cleats: Nike Air Merciless D, Black with Blue Pictures, Images and Photos


We capped the night off with a run to Target where he added the hot new Pokemon Black game to his collection. Wonder how many days until he beats it and is begging for the White edition?


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Trevy's newest cutest word...


Ooooooooh 


Example


Trevy: Owe-sigh (outside)

Mommy:  Later

Trevy:  Ooooooooh (with the cutest little disappointed face you ever did see)


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Bristel has been begging for a locket.


You know.


for when you & daddy die 


Should I be concerned? 


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Grams makes Randomnings!


The girls (Grams, me and Bri) were out errand-ing.  Grams was kinda cranky.  I was kinda cranky.  Bristel was keeping her peace in the backseat when we pulled into Dunkin for a joe.


Thank you for choosing Dunkin Donuts!  How are you doing today? 


The entirely too perky voice boomed through the speakers.  Think bubble gum and bouncy ponytails.  My mom gave me the hairy eyeball before replying...


Well, not as good as you that's for sure! 


I have such a morbid sense of humor that I'm still giggling about it.  It really was hilarious!

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Mrs. M said…
Oh...they're all sweet and chucklish but your Gram's story...now, that's laugh out loud for certain!!!! I love it!!! Good for her!
March 30, 2011 at 9:12 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey no fair on ONE gray!!
I say that each kid brings their own gray hairs, lol!

And Henry brought extra with him, starting with a c-section & topping it off with IS ;)

Love the randomnings, kt :)
March 31, 2011 at 5:15 AM
Anonymous said…
Hey no fair on ONE gray!!
I say that each kid brings their own gray hairs, lol!

And Henry brought extra with him, starting with a c-section & topping it off with IS ;)

Love the randomnings, kt :)
March 31, 2011 at 5:16 AM
lisa said…
I love your randomnings posts! Your kids are so funny. And count yourself lucky that you JUST found your first gray hair. I've had some gray since my early 20s!
March 31, 2011 at 5:29 AM
Andi S said…
I've been coloring my hair for so long that Jon jokes that he can't remember what my natural color is and that we'll never know when I go grey. We may find out about the grey hairs since I don't usually color my hair when I'm preggo. I may have to make an exception and try the non-permanent color if the result isn't pretty.
March 31, 2011 at 9:33 AM
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