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I Gave My Kid a Terrible Present...

Well today is bring your daughter to work day, take 2.  Good thing I have a cool boss!  Today, Ian is off to fix my cracked windshield.  I am pretty sure some homeless guy in Colorado threw a rock at it or something.  Sorry I don't ever carry cash bro.  I'm not above giving someone a few bucks who might need something to eat or something.  But I am pretty sure he didn't take debt.  It could have just been the altitude.  Who knows.  But I am glad it is getting fixed today.

Christmas break starts next week for most schools.  This matters to me because I will either be working a lot or not at all, depending on if my little buddy's parents decide to take vacation or not.  I'm cool either way.  I think Haley enjoy visiting with my little buddy because she gets tones of attention and someone new to play with her.  But I won't mind sitting at the apartment, doing a lot of nothing.

Oh!  So ya.  Pictures were a big fat flop yesterday.  Well, kinda.  I scheduled them for right after her nap time and mealtime.  Thinking that I would have a happy baby on my hands.  Well yesterday she opted out of nap time despite my best efforts.  She wasn't fussy for the pictures, she just refused to smile. So I was left acting like a crazy woman trying to get a smirk out of her.  Not a single smile.  So we went with a serious and studious picture instead of a cute smiling one.

Well that is about all for updates.  We have a pretty busy next few weeks.  Birthday party for my nephew.  Go pick up a rug I want from good ol' CL.  Church of course on Sunday.  Speaking of church, my Dad is my hero.  He has started playing the guitar during the afternoon service.  I just think that is so cool and so admirable; using his talent to glorify God is a beautiful thing.  Should be a good weekend filled with some good family time.  I've also got to clean the apartment.  Wahoo.

Lastly, I watched this video and wanted to share it.  Yes very funny, but I really hope my kidlet turns out better than these kids!  What a good way to test your kid's character.




And it looks like I won't be getting my windshield fixed until Monday...grumble grumble.

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