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My friend sent this to me in an email. It struck my funny bone because I feel that way after nursing two children.

Tag...I'm it!

Copy and paste to your own post. Rules of the game are that you have to answer the question but you can't repeat anyone else's answer. Make sure you copy and paste the previous answers. At the end of the questions. So, my answers are the first, the person who tagged me, etc. tag 3 people.

Name something you use in the shower.
Water, Washcloth

Name something people hate to find on their windshield.
Flyers, Bird poop

Name something a man might buy before a date.
Tank of gas, Flowers

Name another word for blemish.
ZIT, Pimple

Name something you'd cook in the microwave.
Easy Mac, Bottle

Name a piece of furniture people need help moving.
Bed, Piano

Name something a dog does that embarrasses its owner.
Licks its own butt, Poops in someone else's yard

Name a kind of test you cannot study for.
Life, Parenthood (only those of you without kids question whether this is a test!)

Name something a boy scout gets a badge for.
Swimming, Archery?

Name a phrase with the word "home" in it.
Home is where the heart is, Love at home

Name a sport where players lose teeth.
Hockey, Boxing

Name something a teacher can do to ruin a student's day.
No recess, Give them a pop quiz

Name a bird you wouldn't want to eat.
Ostrich, Seagull

Name something that gets folded.
Money in a wallet, Clothes

Name something a person wears even if it has a hole in it.
Nylons (sshh!), Socks

Name something that gets smaller the more you use it.
Checking account, Eraser

*I tag: Jen, Amber, Sarah Smith

I have so many days when I am in a rotten mood, depressed, and discouraged. I get frustrated that my job is never ending. I am tired of cleaning...or in my case...re-cleaning the house. The dishwasher is always full and there are still dirty dishes in the sink. My laundry basket is always full. It blows my mind. Some days, I just want to run away. When your career is a SAHM (stay at home mom) it is really hard to measure your success. You don't get a pay check, paid time off, or even quarterly bonuses. And, now days, society doesn't really consider what you do is important. BUMMER! But, then, you look in to the eyes of your child and embrace their smile and you realize...IT IS WORTH IT! Maybe I'll wait and runaway tomorrow! jk

Mr. Won't Sit Still

You know those people at church who have a hard time keeping their child quiet during church. They spend part of sacrament meeting, most of Sunday school, and ALL of Relief Society/Elder's Quorum in the hall trying to tame a child who is screaming to get down and crawl around. Well, we are those people. Sometimes I wonder why we go to church. AARRGGHH! We can't wait for September 14, 2008...Jaxon attends nursery...poor nursery leaders! Only 23 more Sundays to go...BRING IT ON!

Oh where, oh where has our little frog gone?

Let's go back in time, say about one year. Con and I were in the hospital where I had just given birth to our little boy. My mom and dad bring Maycie to see the new baby. My mom walks in and has this look on her face like somebody died. She says, "Mandie, I went to feed your frog last night, and it wasn't in the bowl." (We had the little African dwarf frogs that live in a fish bowl). Hhmm! What do you mean it wasn't in the bowl? It must have jumped out and ventured off to froggy land because we still have not found it, nor smelt it! My poor mom stressed over a $2.39 frog.

Anyways, the Anderson family has grieved and mourned for the last year. We finally feel we can accept the fact that our old frog is gone, and get a new one. So, we did. Maycie's first pet (we had the last one before she was born, so technically, it wasn't hers). We asked her what she wanted to name it, "Frog!" Wow, Maycie, that one's original, you're a creative thinker! We also got a female beta to keep it company. Nobody likes to be alone. Anyways, I went to go get my camera (it was a scrapbook moment...Maycie's first pet), and when I came back, she had her arms around the bowl. "Maycie, what ya' doin'?" "Giving frog a hug." Oh, isn't that sweet. I am just waiting for the day when I walk into the kitchen and she is doing just that...without the bowl...YIKES!

Jaxon had his one year baby wellness check yesterday. He weighed 19.8 lbs. He is in the 10th percentile for his weight, 50th for his height, and 90th for his head (no surprise there). The doctor highly encouraged me to sit him 5-6 times throughout the day to eat. Are you FREAKIN' kidding me?! This kids eats more in one meal than Maycie does all day. If I feed him anymore, the USA is going to become a third world country because there won't be enough food to go around! There is no exaggeration when I say he is half of our grocery bill alone (it doesn't help that he is still hooked on Gerber foods). If the doctor wants me to sit him for a feeding 5-6 times a day, she can come the other 2-3 times a day. I don't get a whole lot done in most days anyway, and you add 2-3 more feedings onto that...there is no hope for me! Oh, this story gets better (worse for Jaxon). Our pediatrician's nurse is now a black male. It is the first male nurse we have had, EVER. No worries or problems there, until he starts to give him his shots. Usually, the nurses pin the child's leg in between the table and their own body, right? No, not him. I remember thinking as I tucked my head next to Jaxon's ear to whisper comfort, "That ain't gonna work for this kid". And, I was right. Jaxon's legs were flying and flopping and the poor nurse was trying to grab them and hold them still long enough to give the shot. Well, needless to say, by the time he was done giving the 3 shots, blood was streaming down both legs (usually you don't see an ounce). Jaxon was screaming so hard he couldn't catch his breath. The bandaids on both legs were saturated with blood within 5 minutes. Poor kid! He'll thank me later, I hope. The only thing I like about my kids getting their shots is after the nurse is done, they leap into your arms and they cling onto you and for just a few moments, they don't want to let go, because for a single moment, YOU ARE THE NICE ONE!