Colorado Crockers

I have issues, both general and specific, one of them being with the phrase "I'm sorry". I am sure I don't like apologizing any less or more than the next person and the issue isn't with me uttering the phrase so maybe this doesn't count as a "me" issue at all. I don't make my kids apologize, usually, even when they do something wrong. This may make me very unpopular, which I am ok with. I have no problem with other parents making there kids say sorry, its just that I find it a little...hollow. If this is the definition: Sorry: regretful: feeling or expressing regret or sorrow or a sense of loss over something done or undone I am pretty sure my 2 year old doesn't feel it when she decked your kid for taking a toy she wanted, and forcing her to say it seems pointless. I guess I feel like empathy is a more important lesson than apology. And then there is the whole power struggle aspect. I am bigger than my kid and can physically remove them from...

Can't think of a better way to spend my 29th birthday.

We left CO on Wends. morning. We were expecting Addilyn to be a pain in the tush on the airplane, she doesn't love being made to sit on our laps. We got to the airport only to find out our flight had been delayed. We grabbed some lunch and a little snack from the candy store while we waited. Once we were on the plane, Elie had no problem keeping herself busy and Addilyn fell fast asleep. Such an easy flight. We picked up a rockin' mini van and drove up to Aunt Darlenes. We went to visit Grandpa John, who is 86 and waiting in the hospital for a valve replacement surgery. Matt had to work on Thursday and the girls and I played with Matt's cousins and there kids. Elie never wanted to leave Darlenes with all the toys, the pool and friends she made. Friday was Disney and we had a blast. So much more fun this year than last. The day was cool and we had almost no lines for any ride. We rode Small World, Dumbo, Tea Cups, Mr. toad and a few others. We visited Micky and Minnie in the...

Friday afternoon Matt and I were sitting on the couch discussing what we should do for dinner and commenting that it looked like it was going to rain. I heard a noise in the back yard, assumed the dumb dog had gotten into something and went to investigate. This is what I saw: Unbeknownst to me, we now live in Oz, where large houses (sheds) fall from the sky and land on things, in this case, my garden. No, it wasn't really windy. We called the Honeycutts and asked if they would be willing to send there strongest man (Matt) over to help us. The shed is now sitting up-right in our yard, killing grass.