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...turn into this...??
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Today my darling boy turned 9. What wonderful years these have been. He is such a great kid.
Happy Birthday Sam!!!
Today the kids and I met up with my friend Jen V and three of her four wonderful children at Chinguacousy Park. She is such a great person and so sweet. Our children played at the park together for awhile then we hit the petting zoo.
We saw goats...
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These goats were much nicer than the freaky and aggressive ones that Jules and I saw when we went to Downey's Farm awhile back. These ones didn't put their dirty feet on me or beg for food. I couldn't believe how they would just stand there while kids poked and pulled them.
I wasn't aware that rabbits were considered a farm animal, but when I mentioned this to a few friends they all said that this is very common. I still think it's weird.
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While we were talking about rabbits on farms, one of these aforementioned friends said that a peacock isn't a farm animal either. I wonder why its there then. Oh well. It sure was lovely to look at.
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This is all this dude did the entire time we were there.
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After the petting zoo we headed over to the splash pad for an hour, then home again. I dropped the children off at home and went over to my mother's for a short visit. As soon as I saw my aunt I realized that I had completely forgotten her birthday yesterday. I felt about an inch big.
As it was Sam's birthday, he chose where we would go for dinner. Personally, I was hoping for Kelsey's or Montanas but he chose McDonald's. What IS it with kids and McDonald's???
So....there it is.
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One of my earliest memories of my childhood was of McD's. Whenever we saw the "M" my sister and I would start chanting over and over and over "I see the M... I see the M..."
How my mother managed to not lean back and swat us to shut us up I will never know.
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I wanted a nice picture of us together but Sam wasn't in the mood for it and kept being silly. I was scolding him in this shot.
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Ahh.. this will do.
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Ian took this one of me to show me what I look like when I'm scolding them.
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Whatever. Doesn't my hair look nice?
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Take that, Ian.
My beautiful Julie...
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Don't know quite what Jordan was thinking about here...
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Instead of having yet another birthday cake (it would be his 4th!) we went to Dairy Queen for ice cream then headed home.
One of Sam's gifts was a remote controlled dude-on-a-4-wheeler-thing that Ian picked out. Actually, Ian pretty much buys all the children's gifts for birthdays and Christmas. I'm always very interested when they open their gifts to see what I got them. Here they were at 10:40 pm playing with it.
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Everyone is now in bed and I'm on my way, later than I wanted to be. As usual.