Archive for the 'My Sweet Babboo' Category

In which I don’t hike to the top of Mt. Rainier, but I get pretty close

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

As a teenager every Easter weekend was spent camping at Zion National Park.  My family had a favorite camp ground and a favorite camp spot (near the water, under the shade, close enough to walk to the bathrooms/showers).  Yep, that’s how we camped; toilets and showers were a must.  (It must be noted [...]

In which I can’t be the only person who doesn’t know what fried okra is

Friday, February 12th, 2010

It seems like January came and went in a flash, right? We actually had a pretty busy January, which is odd because we are usually pretty boring. (Seriously….the dreary weather needs to stop so that we can go outside and enjoy the sun.)
I’ve realized that I haven’t updated the interweb (or people I [...]

In which there is no try

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

Recently The King’s parents began a huge remodel of their house. (His dad is retired and since he’s no longer helping build our house, he had to do SOMETHING.) Because of the remodel The King’s mom requested that he get his “junk” out of their house.
A few weeks before Christmas he packed up [...]

In which Canada offers sanity and lots of gelato

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010

I took the last two weeks off from work.  The King took it off too.
(He’s unemployed, so it wasn’t that hard for him to get the time off!)
(He hates my humor.)
We also kept Babboo home from school.
The thing is, we sort of forgot to actual make any plans for what we’d be doing for those [...]

Art should be shared

Monday, December 21st, 2009

The The King has some extra time these days. He also has some pieces of canvas that were just screaming to be used. So he stretched some of the canvas on a few different HUGE frames and then starting working on an awesome new painting for our bedroom.
He started by taking his [...]

In which I have fat boobs

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

Babboo: Mommy, you’re fat.
The King: Whoa buddy.  You should never tell a lady she’s fat!
Isabel: Sweetie, why do you think mommy’s fat?
Babboo: You have fat boobs.  Miss Susie at school doesn’t have fat boobs but Miss Michelle does.
Isabel: Quit looking at boobs!
The King: Leave the kid alone.  It starts very young.