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Murray Weather

A Sticky Situation

We just started up a new division of business for K2DS: Vinyl Graphics!

Habitat for Hobbits

A favorite pastime for Daddy (that's me) is to make up unbelievable stories about "things" to my kids. It's a lot of fun and I highly recommend it. I love to see their eyes get bigger as the story gets even more farfetched. It's prolly a good brain exercise too.

Now, sometimes they believe that our house is buried upon an ancient magical pirate ship that houses hundreds of dollars of gold (they're kids, hundreds is as good as millions) and sometimes they believe I used to be a lion tamer in Africa for the Tribe of Rabies, and sometimes they just don't believe me when I tell them I turn into a werewolf at the stroke of 8:14 pm on every other Tuesday ... BUT this time, they DID believe the story I told them about the fairies that live under the mushrooms in our backyard.

Carter found a big mushroom, plucked it from the ground and threw it across the yard. So I began telling him a story about the fairies that live there when we go to sleep at night. I had no idea that it would make him feel so bad, he would just have to reconstruct a habitat for Frances and Ariel! I know it's a little hard to see inside the windows, but this luxury condo is complete with beds, blankets, tables, pine cone trees, a swing-set (per Jackson's request) a fence, a sidewalk a mushroom door and flowers. It is just what Frances always wanted.

Boys WILL be Boys

These two little monsters were left alone for ONLY 5 minutes ... they dug up a flower bed in Momma's backyard. But I couldn't get mad ... #1, they looked too damned cute and #2, it could be the last chance they get to dig in dirt before Old Man Winter puts a halt on outside play.

BUT Momma ... !!

Carter has this newfound obsession with jumping off of everything! He'll jump off of anything ... I swear it. Dogs, couches, tables, counter tops, stairs, bales of straw, desks & people are just a few of his favorite things for a good base jump. This morning however, when momma had just about enough of his acrobatics, she said "Carter, I told you no more jumping off the table. You are going to get hurt." A burst of laughter bellowed from my mouth when I heard him reply; "BUT Momma ... I am wearing my Batman Cape!"

A Gift from a Toddler

At approximately 10:00 am Central Standard Time, I found a hidden present from a toddler. Not sure which one I can "thank" for the thoughtful gift. What was it, you ask? Well ... it was a Pop Tart! A Hot Fudge Sundae Pop Tart, to be exact. Yup. I took a shower with a Pop Tart this morning.

Dats nawt a banga

Big brothers are full of wonderfully useful information. Carter spends much of his day educating Jackson on various aspect of life. This morning, for example, I entertained the boys run around and destroy the living room faster than I could pick it up while I watched Jackson jump from side to mimicking Carter in great detail saying "BAHN! Bang!" with a large stick in his tiny little hands. But little did he (or I) know that was no gun ... it was time for a life lesson from the Big Brother. Carter taught Jackson that his stick was in fact NOT a gun. Or in his very own words; "Dackson, dats nawt a banga, dats a sord."

Author's Notes:
A "banga" is actually a gun of sorts ... normally pronounced "banger".
A "Dackson" is actually a brother ... normally pronounced "Jackson".