Tonight, Joy Anna took her first steps! And they were because she was walking to me. *big grin*
Also, during family devotions, Joshua was laying backwards on the couch so his head was where his feet should have been. Joy Anna got excited to see him, scooted over to where he was, smacked him across the face, laughed, and scooted off saying "Uh oh! Uh oh!" She's an absolute nut.
Yesterday, she discovered the joy of Cheerios. There's no going back now.
Anyway, she's an absolute hoot and everyone absolutely dotes on her. She's going to be one spoiled goose when she gets a little older!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
You Know You're a Wilson When...
You Know You're a Wilson when...you can make a loaf of bread without consulting directions, yet have absolutely no idea how to make a pot of coffee.
You Know You're a Wilson when...a kissing scene plays across the TV and everyone looks away and says, "Ew!"
You Know You're a Wilson when...the wheat grinder breaks and all the kids under the age of 10 get excited since that means we get highly processed store bought bread.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you take up a whole row of seats at Church.
You Know You're a Wilson when...your pregnant mom's late in deciding to leave for the hospital and call the midwife.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you buy an ice cream cone and receive a lecture about how with the money you spent on that one dessert, you could have bought an entire quart of ice cream.
You Know You're a Wilson when...your whole family walks almost single-file down a side walk and look like they're a parade.
You Know You're a Wilson when...a lazy Saturday afternoon means working on left over school work instead of mulching or weeding.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you invent new verbs which make people look at you strange (ripsticking, saucing, cheesing, etc).
You Know You're a Wilson when...bats live in your attic.
You Know You're a Wilson when...it's nearly impossible to find a summer dress that will meet all the requirements.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you listen to your parents talk about what a guy must do in order to get Mom and Dad's permission to court you and you start to feel sorry for him...
You Know You're a Wilson when...all the animals in the house are either stupid or neurotic.
You Know You're a Wilson when...a kissing scene plays across the TV and everyone looks away and says, "Ew!"
You Know You're a Wilson when...the wheat grinder breaks and all the kids under the age of 10 get excited since that means we get highly processed store bought bread.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you take up a whole row of seats at Church.
You Know You're a Wilson when...your pregnant mom's late in deciding to leave for the hospital and call the midwife.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you buy an ice cream cone and receive a lecture about how with the money you spent on that one dessert, you could have bought an entire quart of ice cream.
You Know You're a Wilson when...your whole family walks almost single-file down a side walk and look like they're a parade.
You Know You're a Wilson when...a lazy Saturday afternoon means working on left over school work instead of mulching or weeding.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you invent new verbs which make people look at you strange (ripsticking, saucing, cheesing, etc).
You Know You're a Wilson when...bats live in your attic.
You Know You're a Wilson when...it's nearly impossible to find a summer dress that will meet all the requirements.
You Know You're a Wilson when...you listen to your parents talk about what a guy must do in order to get Mom and Dad's permission to court you and you start to feel sorry for him...
You Know You're a Wilson when...all the animals in the house are either stupid or neurotic.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
About the State of the Union Address
If I were Warren Buffet, I'd fire my secretary when she got home from the State of the Union Address.
If you don't understand this, then go watch the 2012 State of the Union address. Barf!
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| You get the pink slip, my dear. |
Happy National Peanut Butter Day!
I just found out today's National Peanut Butter Day! I'm SOOO Happy!!! :-D Peanut butter is my favorite food! So enjoy your peanut butter today!
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you:
Happy National Peanut Butter Day!!!!!
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| Image taken from Google |
Happy National Peanut Butter Day!!!!!
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Where Do I Start?...
I've been pretty remiss these days on the blog about what's actually going on in the Wilson home. School started back two weeks ago, and I started a second AP class, so I have been very busy. But hey, it's my LAST SEMESTER OF HIGH SCHOOL!!! *I do a happy dance, Mom cries.* I'll do an update on everyone, youngest first.
Joy Anna has figured out how to get her way. Everyone is wrapped around her little finger. When someone she wants walks into the room, she begins the tear-less cry since she knows they'll look for her and come pick her up. Another thing is she has started solids. We were looking for Zwibak, but apparently that isn't made anymore, so we found something called Baby Mum-Mums, processed rice rusks. She loves them. Her latest exploration is discovering that if she puts enough pressure on the corner of one of them, it'll launch up to five feet. Joy Anna has also discovered the hilariousness of slap-stick humor. For instance, last night we had popcorn. When the popcorn maker finishes, we unplug it and there is a moment of calm. Then one or two of the kernals always explode through the top. Joy Anna thinks that is the funniest thing ever.
Joshua has turned into Rudolph. If you've seen the picture of his face-plant, everything but his nose has heeled. One funny thing about him is he'll repeat himself over and over again until he's acknowledged, like a broken record. It goes like, "Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? MOMMY, WHAT'S FOR DINNER?! MOMMY, WHAT'S FOR DINNER?!" And it repeats until he is answered. Like right now, it's "Daddy, is that sausage? Daddy, is that sausage? Daddy, is that sausage?" You get the point. He's a true boy, getting into everything and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Promise has become the family comedian. She says - or does - something hilarious and everyone starts laughing. Then she'll get offended. It's funny to watch. Recently, she was watching Joy Anna try out some solid food called "Baby Puffs" which were strawberry apple flavored. She had already asked Mom twice if she could taste one and had been denied twice. So she was just sitting next to Joy Anna watching her eat. At one point, she stretched and said enthusiastically, "I can just imagine how good they taste." About a minute later, Joy Anna dropped one on the floor and Promise dove (and I mean dove) for the food. Then she put it in her mouth, chewed, and said, "EW! That's disgusting." These days, the running joke in the family is looking at Promise at meal times and saying, "I can imagine how good they taste." She's a nut.
Isaac has been busy with school and chores. He manages to drag fifteen minute's worth of chores into an hour...Sometimes longer. He loves the zip line and is another family comedian. I love to sneak up on Isaac and poke him when he's not paying attention. The other month, he was standing in the hall with his back to me dancing and singing, totally in his own little world. I snuck up on him and poked him with a "Boo!" He jumped and screamed. Ever since then, he's been looking for a way to get back at me. So far, he hasn't succeeded. Yesterday, he went and was tested for school. He was definitely tired when he got home. Every single pair of pants he owns has a hole in the knee. Go figure.
Grace hasn't changed much except that she has glasses. Sorry, I haven't taken any pictures yet, but when I do, I'll definitely post them for everyone to see. She's really cute in them. Her usual outfit these days is jeans - with holes in the knees - and her Hurricane's sweater. She loves piano and is pretty good at it. In the past year and a half, she's progressed through two lesson books and is about to start her third. She absolutely loves the zip line and is an absolute dare-devil. Basically, she does whatever Nathan does. If Nathan runs and jumps onto the zip line instead of just sitting on it and going, she has to do the same. If Nathan holds onto the handle bars without sitting, Grace has to do the same. She's a tom-boy but loves anything fufu and frilly.
Nathan is no longer playing hockey on a team, which he sorely misses. Hockey is still pretty much his life and he's trying to merge into ice hockey. However, the time for ice hockey is from 11:45am-12:45pm on week days. I don't have time to make that two hour commitment in driving him, so he hasn't played much. Right now, he's working on animating a movie trailer for the book The Foundlings written by his friend, Matthew Christian Harding. So far, he's released the teaser trailer. Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYIE6CE80SY&feature=g-all-u&context=G2ccea43FAAAAAAAABAA
I am very busy with school, like I mentioned earlier. On Thursday, I turned 17. We decided to celebrate on Friday with the dinner and dessert of my choice and a family movie. We ate broccoli braid (my favorite!) and for dessert Mom made me the white chocolate peppermint cheese cake from the Southern Living magazine. It was a lot of work, but boy was it worth it! Once I download my photos off the camera, I'll post a picture. After dinner, we watched Dolphin Tale which was a really cute movie.
Grammy came out Thursday night and took me shopping yesterday. Our goal was to find a summer dress that would meet the approval of me, Mommy, and Daddy. I wasn't really expecting to find anything since Mom's rules are that it can't be tight or form-fitting, can't be above the knee or show any part of the knee, and it must have sleeves. It's nearly impossible to find anything with sleeves, and what does have sleeves is six inches above the knee. Dad's rules are that it can't show a lot of chest or draw attention to myself in a way that would cause anyone (especially a boy) to look at me. My rules are that it must be pretty and attractive. I want to look pretty in it and not look like I'm wearing a tent. After about an hour's worth of searching at the mall, Grammy and I found several dresses at Belk that would work. We couldn't decide between two of them. They were both tank-top dresses with cute jackets. One was black and white, was just at the knee, and had a really cute black shrug with ruffles. Mom said that dress was too short since she saw the bottom part of my knee. The other dress had a purple, black, and white pattern and was a little longer. However, the neck was low and I didn't like the jacket too much. However, we decided to keep that one. It's really pretty! ;-D
I know this post was kinda long, but I hope you enjoy reading what we've been up to!
Joy Anna has figured out how to get her way. Everyone is wrapped around her little finger. When someone she wants walks into the room, she begins the tear-less cry since she knows they'll look for her and come pick her up. Another thing is she has started solids. We were looking for Zwibak, but apparently that isn't made anymore, so we found something called Baby Mum-Mums, processed rice rusks. She loves them. Her latest exploration is discovering that if she puts enough pressure on the corner of one of them, it'll launch up to five feet. Joy Anna has also discovered the hilariousness of slap-stick humor. For instance, last night we had popcorn. When the popcorn maker finishes, we unplug it and there is a moment of calm. Then one or two of the kernals always explode through the top. Joy Anna thinks that is the funniest thing ever.
Joshua has turned into Rudolph. If you've seen the picture of his face-plant, everything but his nose has heeled. One funny thing about him is he'll repeat himself over and over again until he's acknowledged, like a broken record. It goes like, "Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? Mommy, what's for dinner? MOMMY, WHAT'S FOR DINNER?! MOMMY, WHAT'S FOR DINNER?!" And it repeats until he is answered. Like right now, it's "Daddy, is that sausage? Daddy, is that sausage? Daddy, is that sausage?" You get the point. He's a true boy, getting into everything and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Promise has become the family comedian. She says - or does - something hilarious and everyone starts laughing. Then she'll get offended. It's funny to watch. Recently, she was watching Joy Anna try out some solid food called "Baby Puffs" which were strawberry apple flavored. She had already asked Mom twice if she could taste one and had been denied twice. So she was just sitting next to Joy Anna watching her eat. At one point, she stretched and said enthusiastically, "I can just imagine how good they taste." About a minute later, Joy Anna dropped one on the floor and Promise dove (and I mean dove) for the food. Then she put it in her mouth, chewed, and said, "EW! That's disgusting." These days, the running joke in the family is looking at Promise at meal times and saying, "I can imagine how good they taste." She's a nut.
Isaac has been busy with school and chores. He manages to drag fifteen minute's worth of chores into an hour...Sometimes longer. He loves the zip line and is another family comedian. I love to sneak up on Isaac and poke him when he's not paying attention. The other month, he was standing in the hall with his back to me dancing and singing, totally in his own little world. I snuck up on him and poked him with a "Boo!" He jumped and screamed. Ever since then, he's been looking for a way to get back at me. So far, he hasn't succeeded. Yesterday, he went and was tested for school. He was definitely tired when he got home. Every single pair of pants he owns has a hole in the knee. Go figure.
Grace hasn't changed much except that she has glasses. Sorry, I haven't taken any pictures yet, but when I do, I'll definitely post them for everyone to see. She's really cute in them. Her usual outfit these days is jeans - with holes in the knees - and her Hurricane's sweater. She loves piano and is pretty good at it. In the past year and a half, she's progressed through two lesson books and is about to start her third. She absolutely loves the zip line and is an absolute dare-devil. Basically, she does whatever Nathan does. If Nathan runs and jumps onto the zip line instead of just sitting on it and going, she has to do the same. If Nathan holds onto the handle bars without sitting, Grace has to do the same. She's a tom-boy but loves anything fufu and frilly.
Nathan is no longer playing hockey on a team, which he sorely misses. Hockey is still pretty much his life and he's trying to merge into ice hockey. However, the time for ice hockey is from 11:45am-12:45pm on week days. I don't have time to make that two hour commitment in driving him, so he hasn't played much. Right now, he's working on animating a movie trailer for the book The Foundlings written by his friend, Matthew Christian Harding. So far, he's released the teaser trailer. Here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYIE6CE80SY&feature=g-all-u&context=G2ccea43FAAAAAAAABAA
I am very busy with school, like I mentioned earlier. On Thursday, I turned 17. We decided to celebrate on Friday with the dinner and dessert of my choice and a family movie. We ate broccoli braid (my favorite!) and for dessert Mom made me the white chocolate peppermint cheese cake from the Southern Living magazine. It was a lot of work, but boy was it worth it! Once I download my photos off the camera, I'll post a picture. After dinner, we watched Dolphin Tale which was a really cute movie.
Grammy came out Thursday night and took me shopping yesterday. Our goal was to find a summer dress that would meet the approval of me, Mommy, and Daddy. I wasn't really expecting to find anything since Mom's rules are that it can't be tight or form-fitting, can't be above the knee or show any part of the knee, and it must have sleeves. It's nearly impossible to find anything with sleeves, and what does have sleeves is six inches above the knee. Dad's rules are that it can't show a lot of chest or draw attention to myself in a way that would cause anyone (especially a boy) to look at me. My rules are that it must be pretty and attractive. I want to look pretty in it and not look like I'm wearing a tent. After about an hour's worth of searching at the mall, Grammy and I found several dresses at Belk that would work. We couldn't decide between two of them. They were both tank-top dresses with cute jackets. One was black and white, was just at the knee, and had a really cute black shrug with ruffles. Mom said that dress was too short since she saw the bottom part of my knee. The other dress had a purple, black, and white pattern and was a little longer. However, the neck was low and I didn't like the jacket too much. However, we decided to keep that one. It's really pretty! ;-D
I know this post was kinda long, but I hope you enjoy reading what we've been up to!
Monday, January 16, 2012
Oh Dogs
This is something I could very easily see happening, if we had this type of trash can. These days, Troy has been sticking his nose into the trash can, and I'm sure he'd look like this... :-D Also, Staal has gotten a vent caught on him, so yah, if we had this type of trash can, this would totally happen.
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