********We were informed that glow worms light up when you squeeze them.
Unfortunatly, all this one does when she's squeezed is cry...which, thankfully, isn't very often.
This is actually a picture of a smile, and almost a giggle.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
A question for the favorite brother (who does not read this blog)
Q. Why does electricity shock people?
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A. It doesn’t know how to conduct itself.
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A. It doesn’t know how to conduct itself.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Baby sneezes…aren’t they cute?
chew…
he he he he he ah ha he he snort he he...giggle giggle.
The poor baby will be classically conditioned to laugh whenever someone sneezes as a result of her aunts laughing at her so often. Don’t even get us started on the hiccups. he he he he he ha hahahhahhhhaa snort...giggle smirk...snort cough... coo.
he he he he he ah ha he he snort he he...giggle giggle.
The poor baby will be classically conditioned to laugh whenever someone sneezes as a result of her aunts laughing at her so often. Don’t even get us started on the hiccups. he he he he he ha hahahhahhhhaa snort...giggle smirk...snort cough... coo.
Friday, January 27, 2006
A horrible tragedy done to our hill,
Our sledding hill, of which we’ve bragged shamelessly about for three months, has been asalted with dirt and, well, salt!
During the course of this morning, that is, morning if you get up at 4am, our hill had the miss fortune of being too slippery for a van that was leaving. And rather than take that as a logical sign that the favorite brother-in-law should stay, dirt was tossed on the hill and the sleepy silly sisters were called to get their boots on. So now the icy hill has sun-attracting dirt all over it…sigh, just as the hill was getting good too! The laments being cried out by the middle child and the youngest child today are quite pathetic, the more so since there is no one home to hear them but the favorite one eyed mutt.
All parties in the next two weeks are now canceled, due to this rather tragic occurrence, until further snowtice.
During the course of this morning, that is, morning if you get up at 4am, our hill had the miss fortune of being too slippery for a van that was leaving. And rather than take that as a logical sign that the favorite brother-in-law should stay, dirt was tossed on the hill and the sleepy silly sisters were called to get their boots on. So now the icy hill has sun-attracting dirt all over it…sigh, just as the hill was getting good too! The laments being cried out by the middle child and the youngest child today are quite pathetic, the more so since there is no one home to hear them but the favorite one eyed mutt.
All parties in the next two weeks are now canceled, due to this rather tragic occurrence, until further snowtice.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
*****The darling baby’s here dear!*****
We have ourselves a Mondays child! After waiting all day and writing silly letters to occupy the time, the silly sister's have officially crossed the line and are now aunts! Bravo, welcome to the old aunts club.
But besides all that, we have been hard pressed to get a good description of her. For though we know she was born at 9:01pm, 21 inches long, 7 pounds 5.6 ounces, we really don’t know anything at all about it!
The odds are in her favor though since she is a Mondays child and therefore much better off already than a Wednesdays child or a Thursdays child.
Congratulations oldest child and favorite brother-in-law. We’ll brag more on her beauty once we see her for ourselves and know for sure…
Oh and if you want to know whether or not she’s a girl, leave a comment!
But besides all that, we have been hard pressed to get a good description of her. For though we know she was born at 9:01pm, 21 inches long, 7 pounds 5.6 ounces, we really don’t know anything at all about it!
The odds are in her favor though since she is a Mondays child and therefore much better off already than a Wednesdays child or a Thursdays child.
Congratulations oldest child and favorite brother-in-law. We’ll brag more on her beauty once we see her for ourselves and know for sure…
Oh and if you want to know whether or not she’s a girl, leave a comment!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
is it bait? Food?
No! Its "Little Mega Pixel Betta"!
And only a mouth full if you say his whole name.
He’s the favorite mother’s favorite pet minnow…or Betta if you prefer. Everyone was a little concerned with the youngest child’s praise of his beauty and the middle child’s preoccupation with him whenever she was eating. But once the oldest child had told the youngest child that he’d be expensive bait, the youngest child stopped admiring his colors. And the middle child has now resigned herself to the knowledge that he isn’t likely to grow big enough for a decent flay.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Happy Birthday Middle Child!
We are so tired after running all day yesterday that we are not going to post a happy birthday blog and dedicate it to the middle child.
…who would have thought so many irate fans would take offence over that…
At least the favorite mother laughed heartily.
…who would have thought so many irate fans would take offence over that…
At least the favorite mother laughed heartily.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
This weeks workout is
Guessing who the sledded is!
We don’t want this mental workout to be too hard so we’ll give you four(4) clues.
1. its not the middle child,
2. its not the youngest child,
3. its not the oldest child,
4. its not the favorite father.
oh and here's a freebe, its not the favorite one eyed mutt.
Now, if you can’t guess who it is after those clues, perhaps you should practice a mental workout more often.
And the newsy news letter editors workout today will be running from all the fans who were offended by the above sentence.
We don’t want this mental workout to be too hard so we’ll give you four(4) clues.
1. its not the middle child,
2. its not the youngest child,
3. its not the oldest child,
4. its not the favorite father.
oh and here's a freebe, its not the favorite one eyed mutt.
Now, if you can’t guess who it is after those clues, perhaps you should practice a mental workout more often.
And the newsy news letter editors workout today will be running from all the fans who were offended by the above sentence.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
The jump at the bottom
Someone sailing over the jump
You'll never guess who this hearty sledder is...
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
A very melancholy farewell…
"Athos—Porthos, farewell till we meet again! Aramis, adieu forever!" The Man in the Iron Mask. Alexandre Dumas
Our translation,
"Minnesota—Favorite family, farewell till we meet again! 2005, adieu forever!"
The newsy news staff…
Our translation,
"Minnesota—Favorite family, farewell till we meet again! 2005, adieu forever!"
The newsy news staff…
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
A memory of spring
The following took place the day the first guests of the season arrived. Taken from the Newsy News Letter Log 23-5.
There was something wrong with the youngest child(we have it on good authority that it was from smellin turpentine and linseed oil all day). During tea time the youngest child said,
"I'm looking forward to these guests coming."
The silence, after the initial crash of all the spoons clattering to the table, was touchable. The youngest child blushed to the roots of her hair (turning it a pretty shade of red) over being so horribly misunderstood. Trying to fix the damage she'd just done to her reputation she added hastily,
"The bugs! Maybe they'll like these people better and leave me alone…"
No one really believed her so the tale was told with great spirit by the middle child for the rest of the weekend.
There was something wrong with the youngest child(we have it on good authority that it was from smellin turpentine and linseed oil all day). During tea time the youngest child said,
"I'm looking forward to these guests coming."
The silence, after the initial crash of all the spoons clattering to the table, was touchable. The youngest child blushed to the roots of her hair (turning it a pretty shade of red) over being so horribly misunderstood. Trying to fix the damage she'd just done to her reputation she added hastily,
"The bugs! Maybe they'll like these people better and leave me alone…"
No one really believed her so the tale was told with great spirit by the middle child for the rest of the weekend.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Here’s to turning over a new sled
Happy New Year to our loyal fans,
The New Year is like a new sled, it has no cracks in it.
The New Year is like a new sled, it has no cracks in it.
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