Nov 17, 2011

That's my mommy. I like her.

Earlier this week I had a busy busy day. My new bed was delivered (which I LOVE) and the carpet my daughter ruined 6 months ago was replaced with vinyl. Sophie was SO up the rear end of the repairman it was hilarious. Any time the door opened she would chine "IT'S CHRIS!" and he would mirror back to her "yes, it is Chris!" and she would run check in on him every 2-3 minutes. I was in the other room with Liam and I hear Sophie talking to Chris. She's got that know-it-all tone going on and I just know her hand is on her hip. She says "That is my mommy. I like her. She's nice. She's my girl." At this point both Chris and I are cracking up. She is such a sweet little pixie. I like her. She's my girl.

Nov 9, 2011

Forgetful

Posted by Gaylord Campbell

I do a lot of things really well. I am a fairly decent housekeeper, I am pretty good at my job, and I pay my bills on time. Know what I don’t do well? Remember to lock my front door. It is a legitimate problem, because no matter how safe your neighborhood is, leaving your front door open is just asking for trouble, really. The good news is I never forget to set my ADT TUCSON alarm. So although I am offering anyone the opportunity to just walk right in my door and steal every one of my worldly possessions, there will be a very loud alarm going off as they do so. I feel like it improves our odds at least a little bit. Kind of like I’m saying “Oh hey guys, come on in and take a look around!” but then when they do run in and try to rob us blind, the alarm starts blaring and the alarm company is called. It’s the best I can hope for at this point, because I know I’m not going to remember to lock the front door.