Here's what I think they're saying to each other:

(remember to click on pictures to see larger image!)



Bradlynn: "Em, can you give me a hand and pull me up?"

Emma: "No problem girl-- just grab on!"








Emma: "Do you see it? I think it must be the tag or something. It's driving me crazy!"

Bradlynn: "Yep, I see it. Hold still and I'll get it for you!"










B: "What on earth is that bright light?"

E: "I don't know man-- but it's blinding me! I wish they'd turn it off!"








E: "Did I get it?"

B: "No. Hold still and I'll take care of it for you."

E: "Wow! Now, that's love. Thanks girl!"

So.... Can you guess what Emma needs for Christmas?!?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Micky has been seriously addicted to the 90's station on XM Radio. Now, don't get me wrong, I love 90's music myself, but he has taken things to another level. Just this morning--upon waking-- we were lying in bed talking and I said,
"I've got White Christmas stuck in my head."
Micky responded, "I've got Mambo #5 stuck in mine."
Well, I of course laughed my head off at this- to which he replied,
"I've been listening to way too much of the 90's station this week."
I told him it's ok, the first step is to recognize and admit that you do have a problem! Only problem is that now I can't get it out of my head! And I'm not so proud that I know the entire song by heart-- wish I could remember school stuff as well as I remember songs-- that would probably be more helpful in life! (but not near as much fun!)

Number 3

If you've been reading this blog for awhile you've already heard Chloe's reasoning for why it rains: 1. To keep the wivew (river) high enough so that she can see it when we're driving over the bridge. 2. To give her budiful (beautiful) flowers and grass plenty of water to drink so that they can grow as big and tall as she is.
This morning we learned that there is yet a third reason. With Emma still recovering from her bout with bronchitis, Mom volunteered to take Chloe to school for me this morning. (An offer I jumped on quicker than a cat on a mouse!) Well, if you live in our area you may recall that it was (still is) rather cloudy and gloomy looking outside. They had a conversation that went a little something like this:

Grammy: "It sure is cloudy today."
Chloe: "Yeah, I can't see Mr. Sunshine."
G: "I think it may rain a little later on today."
C: "Well, that's good. The clouds are very dirty and God needs to wash them!"

So, when the clouds get a little gray-- they just need a good bath! I can see her point... I mean it works for her so why wouldn't the clouds be the same way?!?