Mason has grown so much and has really become a huge part of our family. Justin and I take turns getting up early each morning to walk him and it's become a family routine to walk him every night. He has house trained really well (knock on wood) and Justin and I are so thankful we've added him to the Dellinger household. He has already mastered the commands of sit, down, and come. We're working on lay and I would like to do "shake" just because it's cute. Justin says that's not really necessary. When we got sweet Mason he was only 8 lbs and now at 4 months today, he's at 26 lbs! Good think I don't gain almost 20 lbs in 2 months! We love "our boy" so much!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Yard Work
This is at our back door, which is what most people use to come in. We have since added some stones and brick to finalize it!
Coming around the corner...I can't wait to see birds in the spring.
My favorite part, our beautiful magnolia tree. I love this!
Our new flower garden by the kitchen door. We are going to add brick around this as well, but we've got to wait until Thanksgiving to get brick from Mamaw Mart's. Notice sweet Mason in the back ground. :)
My favorite part, our beautiful magnolia tree. I love this!
Our new flower garden by the kitchen door. We are going to add brick around this as well, but we've got to wait until Thanksgiving to get brick from Mamaw Mart's. Notice sweet Mason in the back ground. :)
We had a wonderful weekend with Justin's grandparents. We were able to get so much done in our yard and it looks really great! I really love this time of year and I am so excited to see how our new fall flowers brighten up our yard! Enjoy!
Monday, September 21, 2009
All teachers enjoy...
This was an email sent to me by my good friend Beth. If you teach, you will surely enjoy it...
After being interviewed by the school administration, the prospective teacher said: 'Let me see if I've got this right.'You want me to go into that room with all those kids,correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dresshabits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning. 'You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride. 'You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how toregister to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job. 'You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the final exams.'You also want me to provide them with an equal education regardlessof their disabilities, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish or any other language, by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card. 'You want me to do all this with a dry erase board and marker, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps. 'You want me to do all this and then you tell me. . . I CAN'T PRAY?
After being interviewed by the school administration, the prospective teacher said: 'Let me see if I've got this right.'You want me to go into that room with all those kids,correct their disruptive behavior, observe them for signs of abuse, monitor their dresshabits, censor their T-shirt messages, and instill in them a love for learning. 'You want me to check their backpacks for weapons, wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride. 'You want me to teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship and fair play, and how toregister to vote, balance a checkbook, and apply for a job. 'You want me to check their heads for lice, recognize signs of antisocial behavior, and make sure that they all pass the final exams.'You also want me to provide them with an equal education regardlessof their disabilities, and communicate regularly with their parents in English, Spanish or any other language, by letter, telephone, newsletter, and report card. 'You want me to do all this with a dry erase board and marker, a bulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps. 'You want me to do all this and then you tell me. . . I CAN'T PRAY?
Friday, September 11, 2009
Brownie Points
Since Justin and I got married, we have learned quite a bit from one another. We each have our own quirks and we are continuing to learn what makes it each tick. One of my personal pet peeves is dirty clothes in the floor. I believe there is a place for everything and dirty clothes go in the dirty clothes basket. Justin, however, does not have this deep desire to place things in the appropriate place, especially his dirty clothes. It is a daily routine to find Justin's dirty clothes literally in the middle of our bedroom or bathroom floor. Yesterday morning, annoyed but not mad, I couldn't help myself from asking Justin why his boxers and t-shirt were in the floor. However, he was quite quick and scored some good brownie points. Here is how the conversation went:
Me: "Justin Sweetie, if you can give me one good reason why your clothes should be in the floor instead of the basket, I will never ask you again."
Justin: "Honestly, I just like to see your fine tail bend over."
I laughed so hard I almost peed my self.
Me: "Justin Sweetie, if you can give me one good reason why your clothes should be in the floor instead of the basket, I will never ask you again."
Justin: "Honestly, I just like to see your fine tail bend over."
I laughed so hard I almost peed my self.
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