#1 - I thought of another "Davis" word - this one is used by Camden - "awesomely" for instance:
" Mommy, this food is awesomely good."
"Mommy come look at this bug outside. Its awesomely."
#2 - I had a very exciting thing happen yesterday. I have to preface by saying that gradually my vacuum cleaner has become harder and harder to push. I vacuum upstairs on Mondays and downstairs on Tuesdays and I have come to dread it - especially Mondays because there are five rooms plus a hallway. For the past few weeks it has gotten to the point that I can only do one room an hour and by the end of the day my right hand is bright red and my right arm, shoulder, and neck are aching. That's how hard it is to push. Well....yesterday, I begin my Monday vacuuming in our room and notice their is this long string coming from the bottom of the vacuum so I turn it off and flip it over to pull it out and OH MY GOSH the bottom of my vacuum is atrocious!! Its like this huge mess of hair and carpet fuzz just pouring out of the bottom. So I sit myself on the floor and spend the next twenty minutes cleaning out the bottom of the vacuum. I get back up to finish the room and the vacuum glides well...."awesomley". I could vacuum the whole house now if I wanted to. My life just got much more enjoyable!
#3 - I'd like to describe a scenario that has happened at our house on more than one occasion. Maybe someone can tell me I'm not the only one that has had this happen or at the very least maybe my confessing my shame will help me to have more self control. So here's the scenario:
I am at the grocery store with the kids. Suddenly I spot something I just can't walk away from: ice cream sandwiches, little Debbies, chocolate covered graham crackers, ect. I reach for it and toss it quickly into the basket. My kids start to jump up and down, "Thank you, Mommy, Thank you Mommy!" Well about three days later something reminds them of the delicious treat and they ask, "Mommy can I have one of those______ that you bought at the store." For which I have to reply, "I'm sorry they are all gone." They look at me in shock and ALWAYS ask, "Who ate them all?" That's when the truth hits me. The kids never got any. Blake never even knew they were there. I ate the whole stinkin' box ALL BY MYSELF. AGHHHHH!!!!! I evade the question with this reply, "We'll get some more next time we go to the store, ok?"
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Number three has happened so many times at my house the kids don't jump up and down with the "Thank you, Mommy, Thank you Mommy!" until AFTER they ask if that snack is for kids or if I am going to eat it all gone after they go to sleep. :)
It would be awesomely if you could come vacuum my house!
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