tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69568641325612172802012-02-13T00:01:01.585-06:00the minivan voorsts.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.comBlogger5871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-68711642574653382672012-02-13T00:01:00.002-06:002012-02-13T00:01:01.641-06:00why i couldn't tell you what 'niche' this blog fills.when i get the time, i really love reading blogs. i've noticed that over the course of january, a lot of bloggers were evaluating and re-evaluating the reasons that they continue to blog and i felt encouraged and inspired and also kind of shallow because i never think of stuff like that. i just...blog.
i started this little guy when i was pregnant with atticus and still working...which seems paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-64751403639512946762012-02-10T08:45:00.000-06:002012-02-10T08:45:58.876-06:00happy friday.i'm wondering if a few of you early-bird readers noticed i didn't have this blog set to auto-post this morning. and i'm wondering if any of you wondered if i'm in labor. it's probably wishful thinking on my part because a) who monitors what time i blog? and b) i'm still three weeks out and i doubt that's 'close enough' to my due date for anyone to even think about anyway.
except i'm thinking paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-10086613815889286482012-02-09T14:28:00.000-06:002012-02-09T14:28:45.516-06:00goals for 2012.i have finally - this week - polished up my goals for 2012. are they so set-in-stone that i'm prepared to print off my list, laminate it, and then enter into some kind of obscure contractual agreement regarding it? um hardly. but it's done-ish, which is all i can mentally handle right now, so we'll call it done.
the thing with me and goals is that i'm a pragmatist. i don't set goals for paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-5473108560091478502012-02-08T00:01:00.001-06:002012-02-08T00:01:03.078-06:00video vednesday: batman! batman! batmaaaaaan!
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-50190842068051056562012-02-07T00:42:00.002-06:002012-02-07T01:12:09.119-06:00now THAT'S what i call a good bumper sticker.i have posted before about how ridiculous i find bumper stickers, because usually they're trying to be persuasive or funny or vaguely sexual... and usually they fail at all three.
HOWEVER. my mind was changed yesterday as i was driving home from my OB appointment and there was a van with a straight forward, no-nonsense bumper sticker that read, dogs love eggs.
well, who can argue with that? paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-5960039747911326542012-02-06T00:01:00.001-06:002012-02-06T00:01:01.269-06:00them's fightin' words.i'm in a fighting mood today, so i figured i would make some blunt and polarizing statements.
1. i strongly maintain that butter, certain sources of saturated fat and cholesterol, and red meat are fantastic for your health.
2. i vote conservatively and also i think fox news is THE. WORST.
3. i don't trust the medical industry. or the government. or the food industry. or the news media.
4.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-74477986846103926302012-02-03T00:01:00.003-06:002012-02-03T00:01:01.067-06:00thwr: a lesson in positive thinking from todd van voorst.todd: i bet most people think of potentially having a disability as a bad thing. they put it in the 'con' column, but they get to park closer to the door at church. and i'm like, COME ON, let's keep our heads here people. we're christians, the last bastion of silver lining in this world. we should be like, 'see a chipmunk eating a nut? winter's not so bad. spring is just around the corner.'
paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-49724141176798810692012-02-02T00:01:00.003-06:002012-02-02T00:01:00.618-06:00if you can't make fun of politics, what can you make fun of?actually, a lot of things apparently, since i rarely talk about politics on my blog and i also spend a lot of time making fun of stuff on my blog.
politics is (sounds wrong, but i swear the grammar is correct) a touchy thing, you know? it's a powerful vehicle to talk about and see accomplished a lot of the things that people feel super strongly about. and while, yes, just like pretty much paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-82114066917945556062012-02-01T00:01:00.001-06:002012-02-01T00:01:03.159-06:00video vednesday: i poop at parties, but peoples don't know because i close the door.
i want to go to parties with jennifer just to make observation. she poops at parties. paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-9679220627975786482012-01-31T00:01:00.002-06:002012-01-31T00:01:00.653-06:00today i would like to discuss home decor.first up: rugs.
why is it that most rugs are ugly, brown-ish/beige-ish, or much too expensive? i am finding myself in love with the power of a good rug... but completely incapable of finding one i like that isn't about a million trillion dollars. (i bet if i asked obama to put it in the budget he would, but todd is not as, ahem, presidential.)
rugs are the shoes of a room: i LOVE them and paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-17790200601386458942012-01-30T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-30T00:01:00.363-06:00celebreality monday.i am a pregnant wreck.
first off, i'm a big old fatty. i am on my third pregnancy and have never before had to buy larger underwear just to accommodate my expanding rear end. this time, i have not been so lucky. on saturday night, todd and i went on a special date to go out to eat and to also buy giant preggo undies. romantic. (and also to pick up some of those giant maxi pads that i will paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-57053110255000997142012-01-27T11:11:00.000-06:002012-01-27T11:11:42.484-06:00SNOW DAY!sorry about the late posting today - i'm on vacation.
earlier this week we made arrangements with my parents for the kids to go down and stay the weekend with them. i would drive them down friday (this) morning, get there around noon, and drive home.
however, with the forecast looking not-so-great, todd and i decided last minute to take them down last night, which means a couple of things:
paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-4696098580034495682012-01-26T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-26T00:01:00.948-06:00church nursery, get ready for the van voorsts.atticus has decided that i am not the only one in our household carrying a baby. while he readily confesses that baby finneas is in my belly, he has designated himself as carrying baby st. nicholas, todd as carrying baby moses, and penelope as carrying the baby jesus himself.
depending on how long atticus decides gestation will take, our family is about to get really colorful here pretty soon.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-77649945618940717262012-01-25T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-25T00:01:00.704-06:00video vednesday: he doesn't like george michael. BOOOOOOO.look at him, he's just playing to a baby right now.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-2674988544422309732012-01-24T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-24T08:02:41.138-06:00bee to the dizzle dizzle. (or is it wizzle wizzle? who ever knew what the heck that whole language was about?)i love buffalo wild wings. on an embarrassingly typical trip, i order 18 wings myself, with the intent of eating until i'm disgustingly full, sharing with todd, and also savoring some the next day for lunch. i wake up the following morning counting down the minutes until it would be socially acceptable to eat leftover wings. (unless i'm particularly weak-willed that day, 10:30 a.m. is the paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-61190159498500182732012-01-23T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-23T00:01:00.473-06:00pregstachethis pregnancy has caused some major body image distortion issues. but you know what? i have found that body dismorphic disorder doesn't have to be as scary or sickening as TLC specials would make you think.
i'm a big old fatty with rampant preggerface and boobs that are significantly different in both size and shape, and i'm all like, seriously what a hottie am i?!?! my butt is huge and thepaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-85036349596181669022012-01-20T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-20T00:01:01.668-06:002011: the year in which i started voicing my opinions.actually, untrue. just ask my mom or sister or husband, or anyone who has known me for more than a week: i have always been quite opinionated and also kind of loud. but 2011 is the first year in which all my opinions and mental tangents have not only been documented but rounded up into the following list:
what i think about skinny jeans.
what i think about tweeting.
what i think about paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-40474503038739266602012-01-19T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-19T00:01:01.610-06:00now that we're two-thirds of the way done with january......i suppose i should finish up posting about christmas. and i have been true to my promise that i would leave the christmas stuff up around my house until i was done blogging about it. but hey, i'm a realist and i recognize that no one who reads this was actually holding me accountable to that and instead, my no-longer-live christmas tree is still up only because of my own laziness. but my paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-30640563836113145962012-01-18T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-18T00:01:02.689-06:00video vednesday: can you move approximate six or seven million light years to the left?there is definite space available this direction.
hallo, colleagues. where are you going? chipotle? yes? i will come as well.
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i swore i would never be 'that mom.' when we had free cable, we would limit their (or really, at that time, atticus was the only one of them watching) screen time to 20-30 minutes a couple mornings a week. now, we don't even have pbs. i've been known to fantasize that i'll homeschool using the charlotte mason method and spend hours on end readingpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-81483757373510757612012-01-13T00:01:00.005-06:002012-01-13T00:01:03.180-06:002011, we salute you. (or, you're going to love this post so much it will change your perception of friday the 13th.)as a short hiatus on the christmas news, i thought i would bring you some homework light, entertaining, and memory-jogging reading to do over the weekend.
in honor of 2011 and all that she was to us, i have gone through the 254 posts from last year (i apparently had too much time on my hands in 2011) and picked out our most memorable moments. get ready to 'member that time.
january:
that paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-91231548514498849042012-01-12T00:01:00.002-06:002012-01-12T00:01:02.372-06:00a very van voorst christmasfor various reasons, this year todd's parents were able to celebrate christmas with us! (they typically get to sweat the winter out in arizona...luckies.) here are some highlights:
opening gifts....the anticipation is killing me.
it's a pearl buttoned western shirt, just like papa tony wears!
girlie loves her grandma!
i think she has papa tony pretty much wrapped around her chubby paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-86929643787998426682012-01-11T00:01:00.001-06:002012-01-11T00:01:02.797-06:00video vednesday: break your gun on a stump.buffalo guy...step on your foot...ouch. don't wake up.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-28607776921870274152012-01-10T00:01:00.002-06:002012-01-10T00:01:05.166-06:00last holiday decorating post, i swear.you may think that i'm really late in posting this. "yeah, yeah, christmas was like 2 weeks ago and we're all ready to cut the cord and move on to 'clean slate: 2012.'" well, people, i can tell you that my house still looks exactly this way, so just consider that you're seeing these in real time.
our porch lights from the outside. i felt really tech-savvy when i figured out how to cover our paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-60492939905366119602012-01-09T08:55:00.000-06:002012-01-09T08:55:45.526-06:00celebreality monday.i have a lot of annoying and sometimes super wasteful habits. the more you live with someone else the more you realize that you're not 'quirky' like you like to think of yourself, but you're downright annoying. (i realize this not because todd says it, but because i realize if HE did these things around me i would be irritated.)
..i hardly ever finish a task or project or book from start to paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-60355073412062976142012-01-06T00:01:00.002-06:002012-01-06T08:51:40.957-06:00christmas FRIDAY!i did pretty minimal prepping for christmas, other than conquering hanging the christmas lights on the porch, and decorating our tree after todd and my mom felled it. i decided to be all 'good and memorable mom' this year and let atticus and penelope help trim the tree. ahem.
those ten minutes of memory making involved an hour of sorting ornaments earlier in the day, dividing them into paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-7998359797237319452012-01-05T00:01:00.002-06:002012-01-05T00:01:03.451-06:00christmas week!i said it: it's CHRISTMAS WEEK here at home with the van voorsts.
what? christmas was over like a week and a half ago? and what? it's thursday already and that's an inappropriate time to topically dedicate a full week? WHAT. EVER. Y'ALL. i do what i want.
as it turns out, december was a bit of a whirlwind for us. and i'm pretty sure we were the only ones on the planet who felt that way.
paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-62788100599176958382012-01-04T11:22:00.002-06:002012-01-04T11:27:03.084-06:00shamelsss self-promotionhello paige's world.i'm todd, paige's rib donor.check out my blog:www.onceforalldelivered.blogspot.commy blog is my dumping ground for everything I've learned, am learning, and hope to learn regarding the historic, orthodox, Christian faith found in Jesus.my primary motivation is to create a resource for my children to one day use and read so that i can pass on to them all that God taught me and toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813896428597457804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-66476035385052782712012-01-04T00:01:00.007-06:002012-01-04T00:01:03.076-06:00video vednesday: 1-900-OK FACEthat's not even enough numbers.
(our security settings don't allow me to see the ad at the beginning, so i apologize if it's completely inappropriate. now on to the phone sex line commercial.)
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?!
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and that's how we roll.
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if you were too swept up in the engorgement that is my belly while looking at this post, you may have missed seeing in those photos that i am developing a dreaded condition: preggerface.
you know....preggerface. when a preggo's eyes get all squinty and her cheeks get all swollen looking and her nose kind of spreads out flat across her paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-17290322118232050782011-12-28T00:01:00.002-06:002011-12-28T00:01:00.551-06:00video vednesday: ruckuldumng.the kids have really been getting excited about bringing finneas home. atticus frequently pretends that he has a baby in his tummy, who subsequently comes out and starts to cry and needs to be rocked. his baby's name was 'finneas' for a while, then it was 'baby moses' for a long time, and now it is 'baby saint nicholas,' as a further result of our convoluted christmas theology.
penelope also paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-14717535118731139582011-12-27T00:01:00.004-06:002011-12-27T00:01:00.710-06:00single digits!!in the pregnancy countdown, we're now officially in the single digits. nine weeks to go. i am in shock.
over the course of each of our three pregnancies, we've done our best to document weekly swelling growth from week 19 on. this was the first time we dropped the ball and forgot to do a week. the third kid always gets jipped. or so i've heard; i'm a firstborn and have never known paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-41968735857826204592011-12-23T00:01:00.004-06:002011-12-23T00:01:03.231-06:00noah clown sees you when you're sleeping. comforting.this year, atticus has been much more aware of the christmas season and a lot of the hullabaloo that goes along with it. while we don't tell him santa is real or pretend that he visits our house, i'm perfectly fine with him talking about him/pretending to be him the way he would any other fictional character he finds fascinating and readily identifiable.
leaving him to his own three-year-old paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-56137642481350632062011-12-22T00:01:00.003-06:002011-12-22T00:01:01.593-06:00christmas decorating: inflatables.i'm only saying this because i have a tendency to say racy and controversial things on my blog: i think christmas yard inflatables are the weirdest.
you know what i'm talking about. those bizarre, five-to-ten-feet-tall blow up snowmen/santas/snoopies/whatever that people love putting all over their front lawns. i just don't get them. i find them tacky and it's a bit unnerving to me that somepaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-55958327732242290972011-12-21T00:01:00.003-06:002011-12-21T00:01:03.699-06:00video vednesday: i don't care what the mayor says, christmas is full of cheer.
merry christmas, y'all!
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-88137113569015681942011-12-20T00:01:00.001-06:002011-12-20T00:01:00.879-06:00listen, my children, and you shall hear......of the midnight (or 4pm-ish) ride of paige's first and only experience getting a professional massage. (or, 'why we don't incorporate santa into our christmas traditions.')
once upon a time, a beautiful maiden named paige van voorst married a handsome prince-slash-lumberjack. one year, this doting husband decided to get his touch-loving princess-wife a professional massage as a gift for paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-23158688361314811952011-12-19T00:01:00.006-06:002011-12-19T08:59:27.845-06:00celebreality mondaywe take weekly pictures of the pregnancy (or, rather, weekly pictures of me being pregnant, and progressively more so). we usually take three or four and then i go through and decide which one is the 'keeper,' where my hair looks nice and i don't look half stoned. this is the one i have chosen for this week:now, for a celebreality flipideedoo: what you can't see here is that my back has been paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-21545224705521921072011-12-16T00:01:00.000-06:002011-12-16T08:50:39.839-06:00should have seen it coming.(do not read while eating or bathing - if that's even possible - or if you have a weak stomach. you're welcome.)i give my kids baths twice a week: sunday mornings before church (or saturday night if we're going to the early service) and wednesday mornings so they can be clean for children's church that night. yes, i could bathe them more and yes, they do start to develop a smell in between so i paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-50580191862103503192011-12-15T00:01:00.000-06:002011-12-15T00:01:01.225-06:00christmas decorating: porch lightswe have a glassed-in porch on the front of our house, which i was super excited to string with lights this year. so proactively i went to hobby lobby and bought a bunch of those suction-cup hook things, and got ready to string the yards and yards of lights i purchased at a garage sale this summer. (we have 13 windows across the front, so the 'yards and yards of lights' are not an exaggeration paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-74005747745665365662011-12-14T00:01:00.003-06:002011-12-14T00:01:01.844-06:00video vednesday: i am not afraid to tattle on zee perpetrator.my project is entitled: i don't think it's fair on a field trip for teachers to force you to ride a horse that has crazy eyes and a bad attitude.
last week's video vednesday blew up my blog ratings, probably because it featured todd van voorst himself. drawn to his irresistable charisma? (who are you kidding, you know you are.) lucky you! he recently started a couple of new blogs: once forpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-77181280887710975302011-12-13T00:01:00.004-06:002011-12-13T00:01:01.356-06:00festive.on thanksgiving the lady across the street stopped by to tell us there was going to be a tree-lighting ceremony downtown the next night. whut?! what kind of movie set did we move to that they would have a tree-lighting ceremony?! i LOVE our town.
unfortunately penelope contracted the plague the night before, so she was unable to go. so todd and atticus went while penelope and i had a girls' paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-83632819788905553662011-12-12T00:01:00.001-06:002011-12-12T00:01:00.521-06:00celebreality monday.i am not a germophobe. or anything close to it. which is kind of embarrassing to admit because i'm pretty sure that if you're a germophobe, you'll probably be disgusted at about 90% (margin of error: 10%) of what i'm about to write.
i admit to letting my kids eat days-old pretzels they find on the floor because, other than being stale, i don't really think it could really be all that harmful paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-64159077392517334392011-12-09T00:01:00.003-06:002011-12-09T00:01:00.278-06:00sick day.as i mentioned briefly last week, thanksgiving night penelope came down with a fever and just was not acting like herself.
the next morning she was in full-blown virus-and-fever mode. not wanting to eat, only wanting to lay on the couch and watch yo gabba gabba. (has anyone seen that show? it's basically awesome and stroke-inducing and confusing and hipster and the best thing EVER...all for paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-34341305233703345472011-12-08T00:01:00.002-06:002011-12-08T11:55:23.551-06:00christmas decorating: one post in what is sure to become a series.so, i love love love decorating for christmas. not with weird figurines and stuff like some people get into, but your basic 'tree and lights' kind of stuff.
the first year we were married todd and i picked out a real tree from fareway and i named it christy brinkley and decorated it with commemorative barbie ornaments. it was kind of the best. but later we found out (according to our lease, paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-34819284052694369152011-12-07T00:01:00.001-06:002011-12-07T00:01:00.775-06:00video vednesday: ANNOUNCING...we decided on a name for van voorst spawn #3. here is todd to introduce you:
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anyway. natural birth.
from as early on as i can remember i have always been 100% sold on paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-85154853517558938672011-12-05T00:01:00.002-06:002011-12-05T00:01:01.804-06:00celebreality hiatus for the birthday boy.
atticus is three today. i won't even go into how baffled i am that this could be possible already. he has been alive for the entirety of obama's presidency. which seems like he's been alive forever. and politics aside, i'd vote for another term (or twenty) of this kid.
yesterday we threw him a party, and it was the first year he's really 'gotten' what was going on. he specifically asked paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-32416769930446826772011-12-02T00:01:00.001-06:002011-12-02T00:01:01.567-06:00the most recent addition to our familyi got the call yesterday.
penelope's glasses were in.
so we drove into town to pick them up and have them adjusted. it was bittersweet, i have to say. i'm thrilled that they're going to help her see better and correct the lazy eye, which you don't have to tell me is the most important thing. but it's still sad to think that her pretty eyes will be covered up, and that her days without paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-27193565188612550282011-12-01T00:01:00.002-06:002011-12-01T00:01:00.609-06:00thanksgivingi know, i know, i'm a week late in posting this. but that's how i roll. stuff gets posted either late or never. i'm cool with it.
i made as much as i could ahead of time, including desserts, mashed potatoes and rolls, which meant thanksgiving morning was able to kick off somewhat slowly with tea sipping and good conversation with my bestest of unrelated-to-me best friends, jeska. (she spentpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-65174183771915493542011-11-30T00:01:00.002-06:002011-11-30T00:01:02.053-06:00video vednesday: and y'know what he did?!
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now, obviously it can't mean that we will get into heaven because we had a baby. first of all, that's not fair to single gals and girls with fertility issues and the few high school girls left who have kept themselves from impregnantion. paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-76115690452757158582011-11-24T07:13:00.000-06:002011-11-24T07:13:23.954-06:00penelope's crazy eye.as i mentioned previously, penelope has developed a lazy eye. only, according to her doctor, the reason it turns in is because it's working so hard to see...which, in my opinion, makes it a bit misleading to call it a 'lazy' eye. so i've dubbed it the crazy eye. much better, or at least more accurate. because it makes her look CRAZY, especially when she starts singing and dancing and stickingpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-5721912015946161922011-11-23T09:40:00.000-06:002011-11-23T09:40:03.694-06:00video vednesday: when god created adam and eve, i'm pretty sure he gave them both uMoves.i'm not sure if technology is advancing or digressing.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-27934591821790843972011-11-22T00:01:00.000-06:002011-11-22T13:50:33.868-06:00Y.A.G.if you haven't heard, we recently moved to a cute, kitschy little town and we're having a blast getting to know our new community better. basically so we can rub it in your face how much you out-of-towners are missing out on by not living here.
today, i would like to rub your face in Yard Art Guy, or Y.A.G., a nocturnal local artist who always has some kind of interactive piece going on his paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-92062265208774632492011-11-21T00:01:00.002-06:002011-11-21T00:01:01.681-06:00celebreality monday.i hate cooking.
there, i said it. and i'll say it again, and use bold and italicized font: i hate cooking.
and to be entirely honest, i am flabbergasted (YES! i have now used that word once in 2011) when moms say they like cooking. because i just think of the mess and the tedium and the time and the mess and the toddler 'help' that is really highly unhelpful, and all for what? i'm not a goodpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-83684306051882226732011-11-18T00:01:00.003-06:002011-11-18T00:01:00.246-06:00just my luck.the other day, i found a crisp ol' twenty flying around the parking lot in front of jo-ann fabrics. and i was all, thanks god for blessing me with this here jackson and making me someone who crafts and is a stay-at-home mom and therefore finds themselves at jo-ann fabrics at 1:00 on a thursday. to be honest, after i got over the guilt of not being able to give it back to its rightful owner, i paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-61034778681069878742011-11-17T00:01:00.001-06:002011-11-17T00:01:00.332-06:00thwr: feel right at home.(giving some friends a tour of the house)
todd: and this is our laundry room.
atticus (walking into the bathroom and spinning around): this is our bathroom. (walking over to the toilet.) this is where i poop.
and that's how we roll.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-27799078354896536572011-11-15T00:01:00.001-06:002011-11-15T00:01:00.951-06:00i bet things are getting all 'rats of nim' as we speak.our basement has a finished family room where we keep our tv, so most nights todd and i will hang out down there for a while watching random shows on dvd. (we don't have any incoming channels - even basic ones - so any shows we watch are usually rented from the library and years old. which is why i'm only culturally relevant through 2009.)
i will also tell you that our basement has one of paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-10179233176664818142011-11-14T00:01:00.001-06:002011-11-14T00:01:01.678-06:00celebreality monday.i heard somewhere once that there exists a spectrum with task-oriented people at one end and relationship-oriented people at the other. because it's a spectrum, there are varying degrees of orientation one way or the other, but people tend to fall in one of the two categories. i am task-oriented. and pretty strongly so.
there are definite advantages to this at times: my house is typically 'paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-88603301583444658652011-11-11T00:01:00.004-06:002011-11-11T00:01:01.181-06:00in like a lion, out like a meaner lion.i know; it's supposed to be 'in like a lion, out like a lamb.' and it's also supposed to be in reference to march, not october. but whatever. it seemed fitting.
the last two weeks have been absolutely insane. here's a brief recap:
the weekend of the 22-23, todd's parents came to visit. they took us to center grove orchard, where we played in the corn pool (and i got lots of corn down my paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-24925585712602325902011-11-10T00:01:00.001-06:002011-11-10T00:01:01.707-06:00george bush hates black people.there are a lot of things i say on this blog that i like to pass off as 'fact' rather than 'opinion.' partly because it's my blog, and what good is having your own blog if you can't use it to act like kanye? and partly because i really like my opinions and think they should be facts.
opinions that should be facts: don't dress like a sleaze bag, don't decorate for halloween, don't go to doctors paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-91065790523236842802011-11-09T08:03:00.000-06:002011-11-09T08:03:14.879-06:00video vednesday: seem the same, seem seem the same (or at least very similar)
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-45111863279523466202011-11-08T00:01:00.001-06:002011-11-08T00:01:00.681-06:00big changes over the last year.last september, i decided to start moving our family in the direction of a more traditional diet. in december, i went off grains and when i reintroduced them in april, i discovered i had sensitivities to wheat/gluten and corn. so we've made a lot of changes over the last year, and i'm excited to see how far we've come!
in my cooking i now:
- use no vegetable oils or margarine. i cook mainly paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-42118157663597420052011-11-07T08:35:00.000-06:002011-11-07T08:35:03.606-06:00celebreality monday.i have been putting off showing you pictures of the inside of our house because, well, it's bad. i don't think i was prepared for how long it would take to nestle in and make it 'home.'
i have been tempted to post photos of our kitchen because it's the closest to being done - for now at least. (i like changing things up every once in a while, so in a year or two we might change the paint or paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-84413248431449042912011-11-04T00:01:00.000-05:002011-11-04T00:01:00.564-05:00show me that smile again.
apparently maggie seaver is the same kind of party planner that i am:
the mentality that decorations are for chumps? check.
lack of guests because they all know how bad your parties suck, and also because you forgot to send out the invites until yesterday? check.
the one guest who did make it (and isn't sleeping in the doorway) is stuck in the corner amidst piles of boxes because you didn't paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-89925160096052900342011-11-03T00:01:00.002-05:002011-11-03T00:01:00.419-05:00hallowieners.so, i get that it's thursday and halloween has already come and gone, but i've been busy lately and i'm choosing to air my grievances a few days late. everyone okay with that? (if you're way into halloween decorating or dressing up in trampy costumes, i suggest you stop reading before you get pissed at me. also, i suggest continuing to read for some helpful rules of thumb.)
WHAT. THE. CRAP. paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-32039453192257722512011-11-02T00:01:00.002-05:002011-11-02T00:01:00.301-05:00video vednesday: go be with her on the sidewalk if you want to.oh ellen. callin' them like you see them.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-7044601868464576672011-11-01T00:01:00.002-05:002011-11-01T00:01:02.092-05:00atticisms'i put the sugar in.' (he wants to put the dishwasher powder in.)
'he's pullin' the bean car.' (thomas is pulling his car full of coal.)
'i wanna hear the jacket song.' (the what?) 'jacket song! bluuuuuue jacket.' (ah, yes. 'moves like jagger.')
'it's my wally pop.' (pretending to drink soda; i think he heard 'lollipop' somewhere and assumed it was related to actual pop.)
'it ooches.' (itpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-21246453596918858282011-10-31T00:01:00.004-05:002011-10-31T00:01:00.676-05:00celebreality monday.to be honest, i go through spurts when i'm terrified of having another baby. the other day, i was right in the middle of the thought, 'i think two is all i can handle right now, let's maybe play the whole family-planning thing by ear for now...' when i remembered that we're already halfway through cooking kid #3. and then, of course, i panicked.
(and to quell the obvious-yet-difficult-to-ask paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-87530587077964989482011-10-28T00:01:00.013-05:002011-10-28T00:01:00.575-05:00my way of making friends in the neighborhood.a couple of months ago, todd took me shopping for some new clothes. i needed new clothing - it was not a matter of vanity or frivolity. my wardrobe was slowly dwindling as clothes got donated to goodwill, sold, or worn out (which tends to happen when you refuse to get rid of shirts you bought in high school). and i needed everything - from jeans to shorts to shirts to sandals to undies.
so, paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-89075795717460245222011-10-27T00:01:00.005-05:002011-10-27T00:01:00.613-05:00thwr: money matterspaige: the baby is freaking.out. right now.
todd: why do you think that is?
paige: i don't know; probably heard about the current economic crisis.
and that's how we roll.
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i gotta say, i was not shocked. i have been having a hard time not referring to the baby as 'him' or 'he,' and i have never in my life, or at least recent memory, imagined us being parents to more girls than boys. (except when i was little and i wanted triplet paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-18111566811890659972011-10-25T00:01:00.004-05:002011-10-25T00:01:00.793-05:00fashion tips from paige van voorst.if i get the privilege of choosing whether or not to see your cooter, your skirt is too short.
stop buying your skirts in the belt section.
if your shirt cannot be worn with a bra without looking tacky, your shirt is tacky.
hot pants are not made more winter-appropriate with the addition of uggs.
your necklace should not weigh more than your shirt. or take up more surface area.
a push-up paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-85365755468070623402011-10-24T00:01:00.014-05:002011-10-24T00:01:01.403-05:00celebreality monday.HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TODD VAN VOORST, the apple of my eye, the love of my life, the provider of my food, my baby daddy.
it is a shame that we are not more birthday-centric. i see families making a big deal out of birthdays, and i consistently wish we were (or more specifically, i was) more like that. i mean, in all honesty, how can i not be so profoundly grateful that the people i love were paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-64969757283324346882011-10-21T00:01:00.002-05:002011-10-21T00:01:01.774-05:00not that anyone cares.our new kitchen has TONS of cabinet space - so much so that i have lots of empty cupboards even still, and i have a drawer specifically for 'party supplies,' which contains a single candle, a bag of plastic spoons and a set of cookie cutters. (we're not really party-people around here, contrary to popular misconception.) but i'm desperate to fill the space, so it works.
lucky for me, i have a paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-35681073726481040322011-10-20T00:01:00.004-05:002011-10-20T00:01:02.390-05:00california pics, they'll melt your popsicle.i mentioned last week that we recently took a trip to california. and while i only posted pictures of our airplane adventures, there was a lot more to it than that.
we left thursday night and got to my aunt's house late. so friday we just went to the park and hung around the house watching football, sleeping, eating, and playing in the pool. that evening, we did a big family meal with paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-73168166790288424462011-10-19T00:01:00.002-05:002011-10-19T00:01:00.672-05:00video vednesday: waaaaawaaaa (silence) WAAAAAAAAAAthis is SO what my house is like right now.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-7054364418420558222011-10-18T00:01:00.005-05:002011-10-18T00:01:02.083-05:00place your bets.our ultrasound is next monday (which is also todd's birthday) and i'm getting excited to find out what Van Voorst Parasite 3 has in store for us.
i have to say, i am a bit anxious to find out everything is coming along normally... i want to know for sure that my kid has no more and no less than the standard number of fingers, toes and heads, and that my temporary ability to keep nothing but paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-59300882769328869972011-10-17T12:30:00.001-05:002011-10-17T12:42:49.507-05:00today's a two-feri don't like posting more than once a day. but i felt this needed sharing - and immediately, so i didn't forget to tell you.
while making a lasagna this afternoon, i went to lick a bit of tomato sauce off my finger only to find out it was not, in fact, tomato sauce, but raw italian sausage.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-49386205315360038002011-10-17T00:01:00.004-05:002011-10-17T00:01:00.376-05:00celebreality monday.here it is. the official beginning of my blog nakedness. i will say that i'm not going to get completely nude (metaphorically speaking) - while i may tell you that i haven't brushed my hair in days or that i sat so long on the toilet hiding from my kids that my legs went numb and i have a suction ring on my butt, i will not post photos of these things. or go into great detail about how badly paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-79862516703861211502011-10-14T00:01:00.005-05:002011-10-14T00:01:00.789-05:00how is it the middle of october already?is anyone else going completely insane? or is it just me?
i feel like i can't catch my breath - things are so busy lately, and i really am having a hard time keeping up. there's yard work to do, brush to haul, a garden to till, storm windows to paint and hang, leaves to rake, a massive house to clean, a garage to organize, canning to do, general hygiene to maintain and children to keep in the paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-8851827101652121132011-10-13T00:01:00.002-05:002011-10-13T00:01:01.628-05:00cal-i-forrr-nia...knows how to party.a couple of weeks ago, the whole family took a trip to california. the whole family as in, my parents, my sister, and our little menagerie of van voorsts. it was atticus' second trip on a plane, technically, although he was only two months old the first time we flew with him (a trip to arizona for him to meet todd's parents) - so, that first trip really kind of doesn't count. for him at least.paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-80204891226471058502011-10-12T00:01:00.001-05:002011-10-12T00:01:00.112-05:00video vednesday: zaccheus, YOU COME DOWN!
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-59999646372480423952011-10-11T00:01:00.003-05:002011-10-11T08:27:09.238-05:00IT IS OCTOBER.and i'm not kidding you, my garden is going stronger now than it did all summer. i've had to cover it two nights to protect it from frost (which was a JOB, let me tell you), but i'm still getting more tomatoes and peppers than i did all summer.
and people act like climate change sucks. all in favor of 80-degree weather in october? AYE.
but the cooler weather will mean i get at least some ofpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-81931651641487627152011-10-10T08:36:00.000-05:002011-10-10T08:36:05.102-05:00whoops.so. last week i said that this week i'd be starting a new whatsit about how bad i sometimes suck it up as a mom. well, turns out, i kind of suck at forward planning so...this blog will not be about that (other than the fact that it highlights my tendency toward procrastination). i WILL start on that next week. i promise. and i don't (usually) suck at keeping promises.
in the meantime, paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-12023363693390386672011-10-07T00:01:00.001-05:002011-10-07T00:01:00.440-05:00my big fat dutch baby's lip.(the lip is big and fat, not the baby.)
(if you get sick at blood stories, go read a magazine or something happy. today is not your day.)
a few weeks ago (it may actually have been a few months ago at this point, with the way the months just fly past) penelope had some kind of fall. i was in the other room and didn't see what happened, but she started screaming (you moms know the scream - thepaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-77167198503445591172011-10-06T00:01:00.011-05:002011-10-06T00:01:00.707-05:00in the name of transparency...on monday i mentioned that i would like to be more 'real' on here and not just blog about my spotlight moments. today i was going through photos of our recent trip to california, and i was challenged to start doing that rightnow. these are the photos that would've gotten the chop if it weren't for this blog.
if you get weird dreams relatively easily, maybe don't read any farther. if you paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-66517978376295092442011-10-05T00:01:00.002-05:002011-10-05T00:01:00.691-05:00video vednesday: puh-puh-puh-pppp-PITCH. HIS TENTS.
i have a feeling this was the first and last time this guy was allowed to talk near high school kids. and near microphones. and out loud.
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i hate it when people have full-on text conversations when you're hanging out with them. as the texter in this situation, you can't come off not looking like a major A-hole. either every two minutes you're all, hang on while i totally ignore you for 20 seconds, or you're all, i'm pretending to listen to what you say by looking at paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-60878359211067875582011-10-03T00:01:00.006-05:002011-10-03T00:01:00.230-05:00whut the whut? it's monday......and there is no 'member that time.' in fact, i think i've exhausted my memory stores...turns out, my life is not a sitcom and after 45 posts, i'm back to being a big dull dud. oh well, i'm cool with it.
which brings me to my 'member that time' replacement segment, called 'i basically suck as a mom.' i'm serious. every week, i'm going to tell you about something i'm currently sucking at, paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-4970684963609330332011-09-30T00:01:00.001-05:002011-09-30T00:01:00.397-05:00atticus at 30-something months ("2.5+ years" is equally un-catchy.)atticus is getting closer and closer to being an official three-year-old. they tell you that every age is your favorite, and it's so true. he's like a good cheese - just getting better with age. also, really stinky. but that's just the nature of things, i guess.
he LOVES all things vehicular - scooper trucks, trucks 'fixin-a road' (construction), tractors and 'kime-bines,' watching the trashpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-83250038243042623282011-09-29T00:01:00.004-05:002011-09-29T00:01:00.793-05:00thwr: in which todd shows off his mouthy side.as we were getting on a plane with the kids, who really ended up being fantastic the entire flight.
lady on plane: (loudly to neighbor) if i had known kids were going to be on the plane, i would have taken a different flight.
todd: (just as loudly) yeah, because kids are the WORST.
the lady did not find that amusing, but you know what? we didn't find it amusing that she automatically assumedpaigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-35815321471760348112011-09-28T00:01:00.000-05:002011-09-28T00:01:01.229-05:00video vednesday: pumby umby umpkin.
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paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-92003266148306549002011-09-27T00:01:00.001-05:002011-09-27T00:01:01.920-05:00p'nut at seventeen monthsi realize i have gotten really bad at remembering to post updates about the kids. those angelic little faces are, after all, the only reason why i have all this time to sit around and blog in the first place. did they not exist, i would be a working chump like everybody else. instead, i get to sit here eating spaghetti bake and blogging during naptime, so the least i can do to thank my kids paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6956864132561217280.post-81551751683410979752011-09-26T00:01:00.001-05:002011-09-26T00:01:00.863-05:00'member that time?what is it about fall that makes me reminisce about high school vandalism?
'member that time a bunch of my friends tried to TP my house, but the only tree in our yard worth TPing is a pine tree, and the toilet paper rolls would go up into the tree when they threw them, but wouldn't come back down? so 'member how every time it got windy after that, whole rolls of toilet paper would come sailing paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06751312398782071480noreply@blogger.com1