Archive for February, 2008

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Climbing Mt. Belle

February 27, 2008

I’m so glad that we have a patient and somewhat understanding dog.

Good doggies are patient with 3 year old monkies.

GRRRR

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Play Day

February 24, 2008

Tom came in yesterday, but only for a day or two. We decided that we should take Daddy playing while he was home; we went to the Family Fun House in Dawsonville. It’s part of a church so the environment is very kid friendly and no smoking or anything on the inside. Rylee had a blast and bowled pretty well. The bumpers were automatic on her turn after she didn’t quite throw(Push?) a ball all the way down. Other than Rylee’s, our scores were pretty pathetic:

Regina: 101; Rylee: 67; Tom: 72

Perfect Strike! (Not Really)

Monkey's Turn!!!

We also played games for a while and Rylee won 105 tickets which led to a Chinese Yo-Yo, about 6 Foam Diego stickers, a dinosaur, and Dora bubbles.

It was a great day.

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Rylee Works Out

February 13, 2008

After seeing Mommy & Daddy do their things at the gym, Rylee has decided to work out at home in a very similar manner.

And Up

And Down

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Working Out

February 7, 2008

Tom and I have both been working out lately at CrossFit Dahlonega.  If you click their link there’s some pictures (eek!) of us working out.  I’ve been tracking my progress in a new blog Journey Back to Skinny.

Anyway, enjoy making fun of us!

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“Can Belle Come Out To Play?”

February 2, 2008

Yes, I actually heard this today.

We’ve been letting Belle play outside to run around and play while tied up with a rope. Apparently she has also been playing with a couple of boys from the neighborhood. I knew they had been over a couple of times because Tom was talking with them the other day about baseball, but I was not expecting to hear, “Can Belle come out to play?” when I opened the door.

Since I personally have no idea who these children belong to, Rylee and I went outside as well. After watching four plays in which one or both of them died by being stabbed in the head, jumping like a frog, and showing just how pathetic I do throw, and turning down playing catch so I could come inside to cook dinner, (an hour and half later) … I got asked, “Can’t you just go in when dinner’s ready?”

*sigh*