tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46779225604162144882024-03-13T03:04:25.330-07:00The Miller FamilyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-85646680392308010232009-11-06T19:28:00.000-08:002009-11-06T19:30:27.192-08:00Halloween 2009<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8J2jN0BOJmF5cG9SrD0O9UaxSfZ9gP1UteRfrgtYZlB0n-zRxUz_qbszsRQCwXss_OCoLvoxRwbgwCQAvSbsckPTSXm2W-SVKXHD5rmccDnRxgY9nmQA_iuKEc6-MkNO2_Zrf2H3r8x0/s1600-h/DSC03305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8J2jN0BOJmF5cG9SrD0O9UaxSfZ9gP1UteRfrgtYZlB0n-zRxUz_qbszsRQCwXss_OCoLvoxRwbgwCQAvSbsckPTSXm2W-SVKXHD5rmccDnRxgY9nmQA_iuKEc6-MkNO2_Zrf2H3r8x0/s320/DSC03305.JPG" /></a>Well, it was an interesting Halloween. It was a turning point for us. It was the first year my little baby wanted to be something gruesome. Little Gerry begged. He pleaded. He threw the "all the other kids are doing it" in my face. And after some careful thought, I decided not to fight this battle. I gave in. I surrendered. My precious boy chose to be the grim reaper- the angel of death. I talked to him about who the grim reaper is thinking that maybe that would deter him. Unfortunately, that backfired. The truth about the grim reaper lecture only made him more appealing. Especially when we found the costume with the glowing red eyes and large, creepy scythe. One thing I was not prepared for was the explanation all of my neighbors and friends would require. They know we go to church. They know this is uncharacteristic for us. So, embarrassed, I had to come up with lame reasons on why I let my child be the angel of death. And with each new conversation, I regretted my surrender more and more.<br />
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One of the things God is always pointing out to me is His sense of humor. And this situation would prove to be another opportunity for God to laugh at me. The Sunday after Halloween, we went to children's mass at church. Father Don asked all the kids what they were for Halloween. Yep, you guessed it. My son proudly raised his hand and announced to the whole church that he was the Grim Reaper. And while Father Don was holding the microphone for my son's announcement, he was staring straight at me with the "I'll see you in confession this week" look on his face. So, thanks God for the message. Next time I will fight the battle.<br />
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Wakeland High is going to the state marching contest. Yes folks, my husband is the man. He rocks. He is livin' the dream. His band earned a spot in the state marching band contest- in TEXAS- the most competitive marching band state in the union. And there is hope that he will finish in the top 10- perhaps even in the top 5(knock on wood). I couldn't be more proud of him.<br />
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In order to get the students all hyped up for the contest, Gerry is putting together a wall of inspiration. He invited everyone he knows to write a letter to post on the wall in order to inspire the band to live up to their potential. I have written such a letter. And since this is my blog, I get to post it here:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have seen you from the beginning. I saw the Wakeland Band form, grow and become the inspiring organization it is today- you are today. And I am so proud of you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My family has made many sacrifices for the Wakeland Band. Mr. Miller has worked countless hours. He has spent time away from me and the kids in order to inspire you to become the young people he knows you can be. He has worried about you, counseled you, challenged you, prayed for you and loved you like his own children. Although it is a challenge to loan him to you so often, we gladly do it. And in doing so, we share in the joy of seeing a group of young people live up to their own potential and add that much more hope to our future world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You have already won the prize. You have made friendships that will endure through the ups and downs of a lifetime. You have learned life lessons that will prepare you for an unknown world. You have learned to work together to create a beauty that begins where words end. You have developed a self-discipline that many people will spend a lifetime working to gain. You have given of yourself for the greater good of each other. All of these experiences are far greater than a title.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, with all my love, I send you off to show the world who you are. Show them who you have become. Give them a taste of the greatness you see in each other. Leave your stamp on their hearts. Live your dream. And know that I couldn’t be more proud of you than I am at this moment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mrs. Miller</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have learned that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Matthew 5: 14-16</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Love you Gerry! I am so proud of you:)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-48065235990433680352009-05-04T18:54:00.001-07:002009-05-04T19:00:28.136-07:00Gerry's First CommunionGerry celebrated his first communion this past Sunday. He is so grown up! He did a great job in all of his preparations and was very excited to receive his first communion. Both sets of Grandparents were there along with Gerry's great grandmother, Nanee. Afterwards, we had a very grown up brunch at the house with a cake designed by Gerry and made by his Mom. Thanks to all who have impacted our little man's spiritual journey so far. We are looking forward to watching him grow into his faith as he grows out of his second set of pants this year(I have threatened to stop feeding him if he keeps it up. I can't afford to buy two wardrobes in one winter!)<br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5332145517789695697%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCNvLpJersJ-pDw"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-62853976454805314772009-05-04T18:48:00.000-07:002009-05-04T18:53:05.784-07:00Graduation CampoutMommy (without Daddy) took Little Gerry to the graduation camp out for cub scouts. Mommy is fully expecting a fabulous Mother's Day celebration since she was so willing to endure the harsh conditions of camping alone with Gerry. Mommy has already blogged about the wonderful event on her other blog(link in links). Enjoy the pictures.<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5332146263058908561%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCLSD54KN_oDUrwE" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-12472996707888997852009-04-09T14:59:00.000-07:002009-04-09T15:18:58.607-07:00Catching up on the BlogsSo sorry that I haven't been keeping up with the blog. Life got busy. Here are a few highlights of the Miller family in the past several months.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Mom's 60th Birthday Party</span><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5302483169503746145%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCPz56b30goSsLQ"></embed><br />Despite the fact we told everyone at Outback that she was turning 60, she had a great time. We came up for a little bit of a surprise visit. You know you can surprise them once they get to be this old so I gave her a little notice of our arrival. We had a great time celebrating with Lisa's family and Mom loved having all her grandkiddos in one place.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ben's 2nd Birthday<br /></span><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5306548723089775953%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJHKhL2e8bycFg"></embed><br />We had a little party with a few of Ben's friends from school. Ben <em>loved</em> having them over to play. Of course we had an Elmo party complete with Elmo cake made by his loving Mother.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Trip to Jackson<br /></span><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5322813280949190001%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCPz1k7WvkYqhsQE"></embed><br /><br />For Spring Break, we traveled to Jackson to see our God Son/Nephew get baptized. It was great to see little Zachary and Kyle and Kari and to spend time with all the Millers. We managed to visit the zoo and the "Museum with the Dinosaurs" while we were there.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Gerry's 9th Birthday</span><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5322814230601833329%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMrc17Okt7D6XA"></embed><br /><br />Gerry celebrated his 9th birthday with a sleep over party. He had a few friends over for some silly string, and Star Wars. They had a great time and Mom survived having all the boys over while Daddy was not home.<br /><br />That is all for now! Have a great Easter!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-72991675060628549752009-02-14T17:03:00.000-08:002009-02-14T17:22:47.126-08:00The Ongoing FightFor those of you who don't know, we have two dogs. There is Sammy- the old grouchy Cocker Spaniel who loves little Gerry to death. And then there is Max- our new Pom puppy. Well, he is really my puppy. He is still quite annoying so the rest of the family brings him to me when they have had enough of him. For being old and grouchy, Sammy has had a lot of patience with Max. However, there is one domain he is not willing to share- the toys. Sammy is the keeper of the toys. And as long as Sammy is guarding the toy, Max wants it. Max isn't as interested in toys that are left unguarded. There is one toy in particular that they fight over viciously. It is Sammy's favorite, so of course Max makes it his life goal to get it from Sammy. There is lots of barking and growling with the occasional lashing out. Once, Sammy actually made Max scream with his vicious lashing out while protecting this toy.<br /><br />In the best interests of Max's life and Sammy's sanity and all of our ears, I decided to invest in another coveted red squeaky ball. We brought it home today and promptly gave it to Sammy. We gave the other to Max and let them go their separate ways with their precious, identical toys. About 45 minutes later, Sammy discovered the ruse. He managed to trick Max into leaving his red ball unguarded and swiped it. And now he is guarding BOTH red squeaky balls. I think that I am going to loose my mind soon!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-31787186107138973482009-02-13T19:11:00.001-08:002009-02-13T19:18:08.857-08:00Our Very Own MVM!<div align="center"> We are proud to report that Gerry won the Most Valuable Maverick award for his class along with his friend Will for the month of January! We were all able to be there to see him get his award. We couldn't be more proud of our little young man! <div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302486084637037522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg3B3VhJdWCbyqA2DTwFjn3Ohxpk8p_yh8Opp6hkfHeDalCPfZBjVXufOVuMJMcxlr_gmAu-ecrl3YGjneAGjhItmeK8DrRFb1kDlBRf7UQ_zDFsNYrlnPYppYN0KmjU1mnSceFTUok1c/s320/Mav+Fan+Jam.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302486088607815186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZdwmejj1jgB-hVWu5AZrDWNBZuD2Tgmv1DoYrDaa8Ae5fbiA2mLGbbhRZpW0YtCO2488pPB2k4uoOaWRh12FXBq8iNZ6GzaPDG_JlXJ_03oArDF7Hopl2nCsmnII1JI7qcTLjfKG02k/s320/Gerry+MVP+january09.jpg" border="0" />Our proud MVM!</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302486084871096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhobNMWIlseizae097e4TOz_QAPMdPydyuKgMnzwoBNx7L3srJj37V3hrlVZ6oEGk-hj_kmiSQcqacKS2o-nHfU-CV01-MrIyQusDU6bNePyiD0jBwVlLRNUwNJTzRxbh_dZow5vKkGyyE/s320/MVPs-January.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Two of his close friends also got MVM awards!</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302486095302166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIbvOF2DYnjNycXnKPxVZSweWvNGOGhhXZxm0_mFhbgQ2659yoEdqyc9y_7IcikX2xvKlZKfK3a_Im0L5ge5A-mNdajKOnGoBObl6rmKLhKOJrHQHqGPnUZJgQjX3VJBKNrzZy8IzX3g/s320/Gerry+and+Will+with+Mrs.+Barnett.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Our MVMs with their proud teacher.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-19010171321615806572009-01-24T16:24:00.000-08:002009-01-24T16:48:17.043-08:00The Underwear ChroniclesI have had two conversations with my husband recently that have been a little funny. I thought you would appreciate them. Here you go:<br /><br /><strong>Conversation #1: Emergency Preparation- Underwear</strong><br /><br />Scene: We are packing for a trip to San Antonio to attend a conference. The suitcases are open and we are trying to decide if we can get away with bringing just one suitcase for the three day conference.<br /><br />Lori: It's only three days. Lets see if we can scale down and fit all your stuff in with mine.<br /><br />Gerry: If you can take some stuff out of here, then we can make this work.<br /><br />(Lori watches as Gerry takes our her boots, hair dryer and pajamas- all things he does not consider to be essential to this trip)<br /><br />Gerry: Now I think we can do it. (He proceeds to pack his underwear and socks into her suitcase.)<br /><br />Lori: I thought that we were only going for three days.<br /><br />Gerry: We are.<br /><br />Lori: Then why are you packing seven pairs of underwear?<br /><br />Gerry: In case there is an emergency.<br /><br />Lori: What kind of emergency are you planning for that requires you to bring twice as much underwear as you are going to need?<br /><br />Gerry: I don't know.... my Mom always told me to pack extra underwear.<br /><br />Lori: I am not sure I want to travel with you if you are going to have an emergency that requires you to use all that underwear.<br /><br />(Gerry starts to take out some of the underwear. He decides to leave two extra pairs- just in case.)<br /><br /><strong>Conversation #2: More Underwear</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Gerry: I'm going to Walmart. Do you need anything?<br /><br />Lori: I could use some new panties.<br /><br />Gerry: Really? (in an excited tone) You want me to get them for you?<br /><br />Lori: Sure.<br /><br />Gerry: Well, what kind should I buy? Bikini?<br /><br />Lori: I like the low cut bikinis.<br /><br />Gerry: (a little more excited) What size should I get?<br /><br />Lori: 6<br /><br />Gerry: Is there any particular fabric you like- cotton, silk?<br /><br />Lori: Either is fine.<br /><br />Gerry: (eyes widening) What colors do you like?<br /><br />Lori: White or flesh so they don't show through.<br /><br />Gerry: (pausing to take in the mental picture) Do I have a budget?<br /><br />Lori: I don't know- $10 should work. I didn't know this was going to require so much questioning.<br /><br />Gerry: I got it. I will be back!<br />(he leaves the house with much more excitement for a trip to Walmart than I have ever seen him leave in the past. I must not be following through on my New Year's resolutions.)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-21832297978145036342009-01-14T18:56:00.001-08:002009-01-14T19:03:11.525-08:00I forgot to blog about Ben's meeting with Santa. We had prepped him. We talked about Santa's generosity and kindness. We showed him pictures and read him stories. Ben even started to say the word Santa as Christmas approached. But our prepping was to no avail. He was not happy about sitting on the lap of a man with a long white beard wearing a silly furry red suit. He was not having any part of it what so ever.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291350379170164882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWch90Gk-blEUOhKJTMmifUidQHgLVT-DFsyoHDtjkquUsrOCk6sP4UX0UBwBuQg4dreB2oFOWj5W_vRWGp2gKRcAbkWc8T0m9fYyyf9CVbVNjRLXMRtq3HaJK9j5ATD6VG6i0Drtl-n0/s400/image0.jpg" border="0" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-38218042052870291812009-01-09T18:51:00.000-08:002009-01-09T19:22:53.728-08:00Christmas at the MillersI know that I have been slow in posting about Christmas. Many apologies. Aside from Ben's bout with RSV, we had a great time. Little Gerry got his Nintendo DS complete with Star Wars games. Ben got many toys related to Elmo and his very own table and chairs. We were excited to see them have a fun Christmas and to share it with my parents who were here fresh from the frontier and Gerry's parents who were coming back after visiting their newest grandchild in Jackson. Here are a few pictures. Enjoy!<br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5289495887141429281%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3Df2J9vHDgOfE"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-68527031116438043692009-01-09T17:30:00.000-08:002009-01-09T18:45:34.138-08:00My Child is Brainwashed by McDonaldsAt about 5:30 this evening, I decided that I was hungry, tired and lazy and there was no relief in sight because my husband was in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Abilene</span>. I also had both of my children and Gerry's friend Will over. So, I thought that maybe we could go to McDonald's for dinner. I am a little health conscience and I watch what my family eats. Therefore, we never go there so it is a shocker to my children when it is suggested. I don't know about you, but aside for the fact it isn't very healthy, McDonald's is not my first choice when it comes to food. The older I get, the more often I suffer from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McGurgles</span>. <br /><br />At any rate, after asking Will's Mom if it was okay, I told the boys that we were going to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">McDonald's</span> for dinner. You would have thought I told them we were going to Disney World. They were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">soooo</span> excited- running through the house, pretending to faint, talking fast and loud about the toys they could have this week, etc... I was amazed at their response. So that got me to thinking. How has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McDonald's</span> brainwashed our children? When did this happen? <br /><br />When I was a kid, I remember that I loved to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">McDonald's</span>. I think that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">McDonald's</span> and Burger King were the only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">restaurants</span> that had the kids meal with the toy so that was a big draw for me. Other than that, I am not quite sure why I liked it so much. I could have been that I got my very own meal in a McDonald's-shaped box. Or maybe it was Ronald McDonald and his gang of friends- I remember those commercials on T.V. Now that I think about it- was I brainwashed too? I must not have been if I am not a lifetime lover of the place. Right?<br /><br />So, now back to my question. How has my child been brainwashed? I watch T.V. and I do not recall seeing a recent McDonald's commercial. Are they in the schools? Is there something addictive to children about their food? Are there <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">subliminal</span> messages in the video games? I just don't get it. I would like to get to the bottom of this mystery....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-63806985831463527662008-12-28T18:36:00.000-08:002008-12-28T18:53:54.882-08:00Ben and his Pee-PeeBen is very proud of himself these days. He has discovered that he can get things wet. That liquid will flow out of his body at random moments and drench whatever is in front of him. This is incredibly funny to him. Good times. Good times.<br /><br />Since his discovery, he has experimented with his pee-pee ability in several ways. At first, it was something he did in the bath as soon as his little feet hit the warm water. Then, the pee-pee started the moment his diaper came off and the water was still running for his bath. We of course whipped out the potty to show him what he should do with his pee-pee. He has been fascinated with sitting on the potty but he needs to stand to make (and watch) the pee-pee come out. So, for the time being, we have no pee-pee in the potty. However, we have had lots of pee-pee in other places. <br /><br />After he got comfortable with his pee-pee happening right before bath, he decided to see if it would happen if he was not in the bathroom. This resulted in pee-pee on the carpet in his room and in the hall. Apparently, this was great fun for him and he decided to up the ante a bit before Mommy caught onto his new experimentation. The other night, as soon as I got his diaper off (water running for bath), he bolted out of the bathroom laughing. He has been into me chasing him lately so I didn't think anything of it. I also didn't think he would get too far since that required him to slide down the carpeted stairs with no diaper. I was wrong. After 3 seconds of faint giggling, I heard him yell "wee!" as he slid down the stairs buck naked on his tummy. So, I decided to go after him. Before I got to the top of the stairs, I hear him yelling "Pee-pee! Pee-Pee!" and laughing as hard as he can. By the time I got down stairs, he had pee-pee everywhere. The dogs were watching him in amazement. He had pee-peed in the hallway, dining room, hall to the garage and den. So, I scooped my giggling little boy up and brought him to his waiting bath and then I promptly cleaned up the evidence. I was sure to get a good teasing from my husband over this one. Well, about two minutes after I got it cleaned up, my husband arrives home comes upstairs and asks me why there is pee-pee all over the downstairs. Apparently, I underestimated my little Ben's abilities and didn't get all the evidence. My husband was quite proud and I am again reminded that I am living a life sentence in a locker room.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-85387028651379876052008-12-13T19:44:00.000-08:002008-12-13T20:12:57.453-08:00Christmas ProgramsSorry that it is long. I only put one song from each kid's performance in there. I think they are adorable- but I am their mother! Remember to turn off the blog music.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwGe-ZwtARD_2fUlwOr4JHv1laGhNKj8NmT6s609IaeZT8sA9Mgw8pixlSXFxgJmO9l8Sf0qpbaUDATf3YRpQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-20711686968852352912008-12-13T18:54:00.000-08:002008-12-13T19:02:58.884-08:00In a Cabin by the WoodsFor entertainment purposes only. Turn off the blog music before viewing. Scroll down- its on the right.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQXVrMiXoyG6JFqihB5_PylE3Zrz50vXcrdDG2SzxWbwmkbR8VNIVvCoVrGthZXETlDUeoV4_Z3vlYs03VUA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-862630880602518022008-12-12T20:29:00.000-08:002008-12-12T20:32:08.645-08:0012 Nights Before Christmas‘Twas 12 nights before Christmas and all through the house,<br />all creatures were stirring, even the mouse.<br /> <br />Our ornaments and stockings were all hung up last night,<br /> Then Ben found them and broke them or hid them from sight.<br /><br />Our presents were wrapped in paper, ribbons and sacks,<br />Then Ben found them and hid them or fed them to Max.<br /><br />Mom was in a panic and Dad in a rush,<br />as relatives made plans to come visit us.<br /><br />Chaos was rampant and moods were quite heavy,<br />as winter concerts and programs made us all very weary.<br /><br />The house was a mess and Ben was not well,<br />The dogs were always barking and Ben liked to yell.<br /><br />Between breathing treatments and laundry, Mom was quite busy;<br />she dreamed of the day when life would be easy.<br /><br />As we shop for presents with our dollars stretched thin,<br />we have visions of maids, nannies and a lottery win.<br /><br />But, as Christmas comes near, we cannot lose sight,<br />of the peace, promise and hope of that night.<br /><br />We pray that as we lay down for our long winter’s nap,<br />Peace will fall over us and we will have our sanity back.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-37901213313263770882008-12-11T14:35:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:45:35.250-08:00Lori's Big AnnouncementTake a deep breath. I am NOT pregnant. I have made a big decision. Gerry and I have been struggling to make it work financially since we gave up my job and half our income. Instead of going back to work, I have decided to open up my own home childcare business. I am excited about it. I feel this is what God is leading me to do. I really like this plan of his because I really don't want to go back to teaching full time. My babies need me at home. I plan to open in May. I will be keeping little ones during the day and maybe a few elementary age kids before and after school. The website is still under construction but you are welcome to visit it now if you like <a href="http://www.loveandlaughterchildcare.blogspot.com/">www.loveandlaughterchildcare.blogspot.com</a>. If you live near me, feel free to pass along my info. Thanks!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-88957351597017695682008-12-09T16:27:00.000-08:002008-12-09T16:37:01.715-08:00Big Gerry's Big AwardIn addition to being runner up in this year's 4A state honor band competition, Gerry is going to be the recipient of an award from UIL. This award is given to UIL sponsors who are outstanding not only in encouraging and supporting their students in UIL competitions, but also leading them to success. For those of you who know Gerry, you know how hard he works and how much he cares for each and every one of his students. It is nice to see him be recognized for his efforts and success. This award is given to only 12 UIL sponsors in the state and Gerry is the only recipient from the Dallas area. The Dallas Morning News will be doing an article about him. The superintendent from Frisco ISD, all the Frisco ISD board members and representatives from the state UIL office will be at his winter concert to present him with the award. Next time you see him, be sure to offer him congratulations. This is definitely a huge milestone in his career and we couldn't be prouder of him!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-34534973128538542272008-11-30T18:22:00.000-08:002008-11-30T18:45:14.177-08:00Adkison/Miller/Weaver ThanksgivingWe have survived another holiday! This year's Thanksgiving was jam packed with visiting, cooking, crafts, cooking, entertaining children, cooking, shopping and cooking. As always, we prepared enough food to feed an army. We started cooking on Wednesday and finished shortly before the meal was served on Thursday.<br /><br />We arrived at my parent's house on Saturday afternoon and watched the OU game with them. Sunday was spent at church for the most part. On Monday, we made our first trip to Lawton in order to buy all the craft supplies I needed for the crafts I had planned for all the kids. We also spent the afternoon making Turkey Treats (thanks Debbi for the recipe). Gerry thought it was fun until he got a little messy. Ben really wanted to help so I put him in his booster seat and handed him a cookie- the foundation of the turkey. Just as I was getting his rice krispie turkey body ready, he decided to eat the cookie. So that was that.<br /><br />On Tuesday, we headed to Walmart to buy groceries. By the end of that shopping trip, I was not in the holiday mood to say the least. They ran out of canned yams and we waited about 30 minutes to check out. I had never seen a Walmart that packed with people! That afternoon, Ethan and Gerry made the turkey centerpiece for our table. They had a great time and were very proud of their art work.<br /><br />Wednesday, my Mom and I got up and started cooking. We finished at about 4:00 that afternoon. I was exhausted and we hadn't even reached thanksgiving day! That evening, Ethan and Gerry made the place cards. They used their fingerprints to make turkeys on each card. Unfortunately, I failed to notice that the stamp ink was permanent ink. They had some colorful fingers for several days.<br /><br />Finally, thanksgiving day arrived. We started cooking again. We managed to get the green beans out of the pot and safely into the serving bowl this year- last year was not so good for the green beans. Brad fried up a turkey and Lisa cooked a ham. I think we set a record for the amount of food we prepared! Our cousins Bill, Judy, Nadine and Shawn were able to join us. It was a lot of fun! Enjoy the pictures.<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5274638688754717969%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-65435422791077889792008-11-19T18:41:00.001-08:002008-11-19T19:23:39.102-08:00Ben in Music at PreschoolMy friend Molly whipped out her cell phone and recorded Ben in his music class at school. He really likes music and here is the evidence. Of course, you can clearly see that he is gifted and talented. Thanks Molly for recording my cutie pie! Be sure to turn off the blog music before you watch the video. The player is on the right- scroll down to the bottom.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzcEVDzcOnYs8_HrnZP1Fg0Snmx3GSzvaJjqcDvhnU1X1RIcF9SwdsjDPZJyDT1YlXD254_QZ-8VEjxParHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><br /><p></p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyp7ArrhlljksGTAHWYTSrju0N35nWJJ3BUDiA93SlWXxwChfnIskHouAClJV35EEvMr26bRDR6ezeHzqWApw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-41909880634642465442008-11-14T12:10:00.000-08:002008-11-14T12:20:20.226-08:00MiMa and Playdough<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2gS2m1X9FEwTGG-ws5xcZuZ5BXrk7xAXE1YZy2ZCfMGgcSWKfLLUR0E5m45LN3N8fvz5Z2iLinDCrOQ3Af2ga4fIiYSU6t4UnaOoKFbCh2SCJsdabauVGrmG7wAJkgB3YRKSoG5lvVI/s1600-h/DSC02595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268609417477388114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm2gS2m1X9FEwTGG-ws5xcZuZ5BXrk7xAXE1YZy2ZCfMGgcSWKfLLUR0E5m45LN3N8fvz5Z2iLinDCrOQ3Af2ga4fIiYSU6t4UnaOoKFbCh2SCJsdabauVGrmG7wAJkgB3YRKSoG5lvVI/s320/DSC02595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ben had recently started playing with playdough. He mostly likes to take it out of the container and put it back in the container. He uses the stamps every now and then. Since he is a messy little kid, the playdough and him get along great. He has also started to call me MiMa instead of Mommy. He has reversed the syllables of Mommy. I am not very thrilled with it because I am not a grandmother. My husband thinks it is hilarious and is encouraging MiMa use. In both their cases, I hope this phase will pass soon. I am sure Ben's phase will pass, but I have little hope for my Husband.</div><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-52295968633122452772008-11-09T11:26:00.000-08:002008-11-09T11:38:21.134-08:00Frisco Community ParadeThis Saturday, Big Gerry's band marched in the Frisco Community Parade honoring Veterans. The kids (and grandparents) had a lot of fun. It was very reminiscent of our days at Mardi Gras. You could definitely tell that we are seasoned parade goers from the people around us. We staked out a spot on the neutral ground complete with our parade chairs. We came with drinks and snacks. Gerry tied his "schweggmann's" bag to his belt loop. After the first couple of throws, we had to tell him to tone it down a bit. He was diving for the candy with no mercy like it were Mardi Gras day on Veteran's Highway. The only thing we were missing was our mardi gras ladder for the kids and parade costumes. I think if we would have brought those, we would have gotten some strange looks. You can take a New Orleanian out of Mardi Gras, but you can't take the Mardi Gras out of a New Orleanian. Enjoy the pictures.<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5266739852401768577%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-82356933559140827942008-11-02T11:24:00.000-08:002008-11-02T11:47:13.396-08:00Happy HalloweenThe day started out as crazy hair day at Gerry's school. He went to school with red spiky hair and it actually held up all day. Later that evening, I took Elmo and Darth Vader trick or treating. Ben was not shy about knocking on doors and taking candy. He even said thanks a few times. Darth Vader meet his Nemesis, Anikin Skywalker on the trail and had a light saber battle. Unfortunately, I didn't get pictures because I was chasing Elmo. I hope you enjoy the pictures I was able to snap! (Zachary may have slipped in there too!)<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5264142015003798017%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-40215659417702540742008-10-30T19:41:00.000-07:002008-10-30T19:43:27.755-07:00Miller Pumpkin CarvingWe carved our pumpkin tonight. Even Ben got in on the fun! Enjoy the pictures.<br /><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Floribethmiller%2Falbumid%2F5263141061161112801%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"></embed>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677922560416214488.post-32381471289125888482008-10-30T12:40:00.001-07:002008-10-30T12:47:07.898-07:00Zachary Elijah MillerLittle Zachary is here! We are so excited to welcome our newest little nephew and godson! He arrived at 7:35 a.m. weighing in at 7 lbs. 4 oz. and 20 inches long. Enjoy the pictures!<br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFjppYcsKSun-VTeA-wT8kwq7Y3WWcNIpLTt-XWFRLdsd54WOPR_OjZO5TNIKDZHbroiv575NrNlv4nARRz6lFeNTxVXeq1mWSJYcKdlXaqjdpVsDRpcoX4Kt1Xs_oO1U-M4IIwO6DZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0756.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034923092138034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisFjppYcsKSun-VTeA-wT8kwq7Y3WWcNIpLTt-XWFRLdsd54WOPR_OjZO5TNIKDZHbroiv575NrNlv4nARRz6lFeNTxVXeq1mWSJYcKdlXaqjdpVsDRpcoX4Kt1Xs_oO1U-M4IIwO6DZ8/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here he is!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034904623315074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uFB1i3WB50iQt268jadASNKQUwwMVElCNVVE0jkZnBaiYKjwaSVCJ_dASifShxtsAeWDfsDz9QYWgXuf_1QcUpUlcORbsu2pktksb_GunrLtDleJFw-c3VUPmImsF2yGurO7QEHnlYU/s320/DSC02344.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034925898504082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtEmQUNeerkMcc257945KISPy_a2gG70SlwCORXRp0XegDikYJQ-0MQ00wnKaWPfZ142FLCHpSCiIIQS-VvwOdoJpIUEj6Ce0yNcSr1ZJEL-JDCf___diHw0AcI-xf78gFrNIf0fFEGU/s320/DSC02353.JPG" border="0" />Proud parents Kyle and Kari!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv25Nace4qt4wSWKZHuRD3ZDpGjDf0Oj3mIto4HVDablM7pukgKWKMjtefiBbcAjlWX849NrBsLn8wPJnfShuvpAmOGI8XEheT4XkFhgILbrPJjdK-ZQ6quHmRLp_cQwxJXX6337hWaoo/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263034915802078482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv25Nace4qt4wSWKZHuRD3ZDpGjDf0Oj3mIto4HVDablM7pukgKWKMjtefiBbcAjlWX849NrBsLn8wPJnfShuvpAmOGI8XEheT4XkFhgILbrPJjdK-ZQ6quHmRLp_cQwxJXX6337hWaoo/s320/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kyle with little Zachary!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13597833569855016700noreply@blogger.com0