tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204287842009-07-04T02:34:43.314-07:00sassafrascalMenoreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-71416493331807015492009-07-03T18:21:00.000-07:002009-07-03T18:35:47.467-07:00Yay... The little ducklings are saved!I tried to do an anonymous tip but they quoted me anyway in the story, ah well as long as all is well. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/news/local/Ducklings-Rescued-From-Storm-Drain.html"> The Story </a> <br /><br />What they don't show in the story is the reunion because management had kicked them off the property... they were not happy about the news being there, but the reunion was adorable! One of the ducklings is not going to make it. It was very sickly :( management took it, all though I am not sure why? They should have tried to give the mom a shot to nurture it. <br /><br /><object id="3168" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="394" width="448"><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/syndication?id=49889407&path=%2Fnews%2Flocal"/><embed src="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/syndication?id=49889407&path=%2Fnews%2Flocal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" height="394" width="448"></embed><p style="font-size:small">View more news videos at: <a href="http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/video">http://www.nbcphiladelphia.com/video</a>.</p></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-7141649333180701549?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-12578133570046954052009-06-29T15:22:00.001-07:002009-06-29T15:23:53.251-07:00Boom Boom PowQuinn's new favorite song. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIK-U6ZfyYE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UIK-U6ZfyYE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />At one point it says "let the beat rock" Quinn belts out "Let the Seesaw"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-1257813357004695405?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-45069350906817744612009-06-23T20:08:00.000-07:002009-06-23T20:18:03.319-07:00Sarcasm at four?I bought Quinn a float vest that attaches between the legs so it stays on while he swims... I wanted to try it on him to make sure it fit, the directions say to adjust it so it's snug in the crotch area so it doesn't float over his head when he gets in the water. After I remove the vest and let him run off to play, being the polite child that he is, he flutters out of the room calling behind him "thanks for the wedgie mommy" <br /><br />I fell to the floor laughing so hard he had to run back in to see if I was OK. He seemed so sincere with out a hint of humor, but it had to be sarcastic.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-4506935090681774461?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-41729957393562445382009-05-19T13:23:00.001-07:002009-05-19T13:23:29.502-07:00I love this commercial!<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqLPHrCQr2I&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqLPHrCQr2I&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-4172995739356244538?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-45288951248825536702009-05-18T08:04:00.000-07:002009-05-18T08:09:37.874-07:00And the culprit is...A wash cloth! <br /><br />I've had the plumber here snaking my toilet for about 45 minutes now. Yesterday Quinn proudly says "I flushed it mommy". I tried so hard to get him to tell me what he flushed... but all I got was "it's green". <br /><br />Oy... what's next a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich in the DVD player?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-4528895124882553670?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-69989684798180019802009-05-14T12:48:00.000-07:002009-05-14T13:27:30.946-07:00The Ladies ManQuinn will not let me kiss him in public anymore with out looking to see who saw and yelling "Ewwwwwwww" while cleaning his tainted cheek. Yet the other night he asks me all sweetly... "mommy, when will Ava kiss me?"<br /><br />Ava is a beautiful little girl he plays with at daycare. The teachers tell me these two are quite the pair, snuggling up on the big bean bag chair to talk... hugging all the time. (Ava and Quinn seen below sharing a video game)<br /><br /><a href="http://sassafrascal.com/uploaded_images/img-345-778055.jpg"><img style=" margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://sassafrascal.com/uploaded_images/img-345-777694.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Now here's the kicker... Ava got moved up to the next level class. Poor, Poor Quinnie all alone... HA .... along comes Mattie, the "new girl" at daycare. All I hear is Mattie this and Mattie that. The teachers say these two are inseparable... So I ask my little ladies man "what about Ava" his reply "I have two girlfriends mommy". <br /><br />Ok then. <br /><br />So... last story I promise! This was told to me by his teacher... Mattie (GF2) is hugging Quinn... Quinn yells "Kendra help" (Kendra? is this GF3?) So Kendra comes running over and starts pulling on Quinn's arm to free him from GF2. GF2 and GF3 literally pulling him in separate directions. <br /><br />The punch line.... <br /><br />Quinn says " Don't worry Kendra, you'll get your chance." <br /><br />Quinn will have to explain himself to GF1 in due time... June first he moves up to Ava's class... and she's a tuff cookie. I don't think she'll be listening to his Jive talk.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-6998968479818001980?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-3841234995592446492009-05-04T23:59:00.000-07:002009-05-05T00:06:32.854-07:00You TubeTo my family and friends over yonder... I'm setting up a You tube channel of random videos of Quinn growing up, because we don't get to see you as often as we should! And I need to start organizing all the photos/videos I take, It's getting out of control... <br /><br />So if you want to take a look the URL is http://www.youtube.com/sassafrascal <br /><br />Mom, Chrissy, Tony... I thought I could give you the log in so we can all use the channel for videos we take? Keep it all together ya know? I'll be adding a whole lot more soon. Damn he has grown fast!<br /><br />Here is the first playlist. <br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/F086DEDDD10D0733&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/F086DEDDD10D0733&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-384123499559244649?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-56577357578185700132009-05-03T16:08:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:20:16.750-07:00Quinn is Psychic I SWEAR!A few post down is his cop moment... Which was really weird! <br /><br />Here are two more. <br /><br />1) Quinn and I are hanging out just playing, out of the blue he says:<br /><br />"wait a minute, WAIT A MINUTE...." he pauses ..."daddy can't find his friends house... he's so silly" <br /><br />I called Tony and sure enough a minute ago he was unsure which way to go to get to his friends house... but quickly got his barrings... (Quinn did know already that he was going to his friends, but not that he was momentarily lost)<br /><br />2) This afternoon I ordered Pizza... We were watching cartoons on the couch. Suddenly he says: <br /><br />"Mommy the pizza is here... I hear the knock knock"<br /><br />I said "no honey it's not here yet"... the words weren't out of my mouth yet when there was a loud knocking at the door. <br /><br />hmmm... wonder if he can pick out lottery numbers?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-5657735757818570013?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-4575563397817714532009-05-03T16:04:00.000-07:002009-05-03T16:07:53.745-07:00More Deep Thoughts by Gabriel Quinn."I'm spider man... If I have a baby it will be a spiderbaby and it will trap me in it's web"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-457556339781771453?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-64077279797559186992009-04-28T20:53:00.000-07:002009-04-28T21:06:21.249-07:00Deep Thoughts by Gabriel Quinn.A quick quote from Quinn. (say that three times fast) <br /><br />"Mommy, there are two kinds of kids, Girls and Spidermans"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-6407727979755918699?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-47955543002699878892009-02-17T15:08:00.000-08:002009-02-17T16:43:42.148-08:00Mommy's in jail?Ok Quinn is starting to scare me... <br /><br />Before I picked him up today I ran to the bank. Sitting outside was a police officer. I parked and went in, when I came out and proceeded to leave the parking lot the officer rolled down the window and waved me over. I rolled down my window and he informed me that my registration was out of date and to have it renewed ASAP. <br /><br />So I went directly to the daycare to get Quinn. While pulling out of the daycare Quinn says "Mommy did the cop put you in Jail?" <br /><br />After a moment of shock ... I said no he just warned me to get my registration fixed... He pondered that for a moment and said "The cop is going to give me applesauce"... huh? <br /><br />He knows about the subject of cops and jail because one day a few weeks ago he asked if he could drive... I said "if I let you drive the cops will put me in jail", which may explain his comment, but at that exact moment three or so weeks later ... is pretty odd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-4795554300269987889?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-80133578762385427982008-12-10T10:22:00.001-08:002008-12-10T10:27:13.228-08:00can I just sayI really do enjoy working from home... <br /><br />Aside from having no insurance... and no steady pay check.. and a crappy chair that is :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-8013357876238542798?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-30298639229535852842008-12-03T19:11:00.000-08:002008-12-03T19:35:02.865-08:00So CuteI got a nice distraction from the current chaos today... rare pictures of Quinnie POSING! How on earth do did they get him to do that? And look like he's enjoying it! They're magicians, they've got to be. Most of my current pictures of him are just motion blurr. And how did they get him to keep his hands posed like that! <br /><br />All though he does look like he's about to bust out into a run any second. <br /><br /><a href="http://sassafrascal.com/uploaded_images/quinn_schoolpic3-709848.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 572px; height: 237px;" src="http://sassafrascal.com/uploaded_images/quinn_schoolpic3-709848.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Quinnie is what the other kids have nic-named him at school... he likes it and it seems I have adopted it as well... I still can't get him to say he's Gabriel :)<br /><br />Making progress on the resume... still seems wierd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-3029863922953585284?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-77931467060340319152008-12-02T06:22:00.001-08:002008-12-02T06:22:42.556-08:00ShitI've been layed-off...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-7793146706034031915?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-31222612623457439442008-12-01T05:23:00.000-08:002008-12-01T05:40:03.145-08:00Lay-OffsThis is the week of a massive lay off at my job. The rumor is about fifty employees. Back in August we had another lay off of a slightly smaller scale but still quite an impact of thirty people... that was a horrific day. We sat and watched folks get pulled into the office only to emerge 15 minutes later to pack their desks and leave... one by one all afternoon. Each time our manager came out of her office we all dreaded which direction she would go.<br /><br />It's odd because last time it was all the buzz... folks were packing their desks just in case they were called in and the feeling was gloom all week.. this time people seem to be numb to it, no packing... no buzz... they all seem chipper, discussing their holiday weekend. <br /><br />Every once in a while I here some one ask ... "you think today is the day?" <br /><br />Well it has to be done by the 3rd which is Wednesday... and my manager seems not to have the look of dread and horror she had last time (that day seemed to have killed her, I can only imagine)... so maybe we're safe for today. But in honestly I wish today was the day... waiting for the axe to fall and not being positive which day it is, is really tough.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-3122261262345743944?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-53288036850990426832008-11-20T09:52:00.000-08:002008-11-20T09:53:20.736-08:00We Want the FunkI imagine this is Quinn at school with his crew, cracks me up everytime I see it. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-5328803685099042683?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-19836349132026705572008-09-29T06:36:00.001-07:002008-09-29T06:36:47.603-07:00Taxi to the dark side<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_4Rkbn1GFE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_4Rkbn1GFE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-1983634913202670557?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-19647682161257329262008-09-19T05:49:00.000-07:002008-09-19T05:50:09.337-07:00Roger the Cat<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXX_qeKFxl8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hXX_qeKFxl8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-1964768216125732926?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-76848159644759022662008-08-14T14:24:00.000-07:002008-08-14T14:44:01.410-07:00To Share or not to ShareQuinn and I are watching a movie (land before time) and eating Goldfish... I can't stand popcorn! <br /><br />Anyway I have two piles on a paper towel between the two of us... His pile and my pile... (those are his rules not mine)... he says to me "mommy this is your pile and this is mine"<br /><br />So, I'm munching away on my pile of goldfish watching away... when from the corner of my eye I see Quinn reaching into my pile and adding more to his pile... Of course I made a big show of it pretending to catch him in the act... saying "HEY THAT'S MY PILE" he just smiled like he did nothing wrong... we went through this process about three times... But in his defence sometimes he would take one from his pile and say "here mommy" and hand it to me... then proceed to "sneak" some from my pile again to add to his... <br /><br />I guess his guilty conscience caught up with him... eventually he said "mommy?" I turned to him and he pushed all his goldfish into my pile and said "here mommy, you can have them" with a sweet little expression he has learned to use to get his way... <br /><br />I think he ultimately wants to share... but if he can get away with not sharing behind my back ... he certainly will.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-7684815964475902266?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-15211769879994834262008-08-02T07:07:00.000-07:002008-08-02T08:16:13.167-07:00Tom and JerryIt's absolutely amazing how many times Tom was fulled by Jerry... how does a mouse hold three feathers and pass as a baby chicken to a cat? Just how many lives does a cat have in this cartoon?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-1521176987999483426?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-20659156610075135882008-07-29T06:18:00.000-07:002008-07-29T06:57:41.123-07:00Baby DreamsQuinn is beginning to wake up from his dreams or his version of nightmares... I can't tell which yet. Monday he woke up at 3am confused and sobbing. When I went to his room, he was just sitting in his bed looking soooo confused and he kept repeating "don't want to go to the wee, no wee" and rubbing his eyes. "wee" is what he calls a playground, it's named after the sound he makes while going down the slide. I told him he didn't have to go, so he laid down a went to sleep. <br /><br />Tony called me early this morning and asked if I was OK... he said Quinn woke up that morning from a dream crying and yelling "mommy's gone, mommy's gone". He was pretty upset... He's to little to understand the concept of a dream or a nightmare. So I tried to say hi to him on the phone to show him that his dream was not real... but in typical three year old fashion ... he must have forgotten his worries because he said "hi" then promptly hung up on me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-2065915661007513588?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-57862316101284527212008-07-20T07:49:00.000-07:002008-07-20T07:51:50.498-07:00Heat waveIt's been over ninty degrees now for days... and it just occured to me this weekend that I do not own one pair of shorts.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-5786231610128452721?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-8096443745534727552008-07-14T14:51:00.000-07:002008-07-14T15:07:10.748-07:00The big houseI've been trying to teach Quinn the difference between my house and Tony's... because recently he has begun saying " mommy I want to go home" all though that kind of tugs at my heart strings... I realize to him that is the only place he knows as home... He has a yard there and a dog. So he misses it... But I still want him to understand he has two homes, one with mommy and one with daddy.. I've been saying this in many ways... like: daddy's house vrs Mommy's house, Apartment vrs house, Sadies house "his dog" vrs Molly's house "his cat" ... and each time I tell him "they are both yours, you have two houses". <br /><br />Tony came by to pick him up today and we went through the explanation of houses again... finally he says " I have two houses"... YES, HE GET'S IT... so I'm kissing him goodbye, as he leaves he waves to me and says "I go to da BIG house" ... Tony cracks up laughing... I realize... why didn't I explain it to him THAT way. Smart cookie he is! (aside from the jail house reference, that would not be smart.. that would be scary :-) )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-809644374553472755?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-17437853155527858312008-07-08T06:10:00.000-07:002008-07-08T07:04:13.458-07:00sLeep dePriVaTionok this is funny, at least I think it is... <br /><br />I've been having sleeping problems because I think I am allergic to my cat... (<em>a new thing that I am trying to ignore and pretend is not happening...</em>) But it's affecting my sleep badly... The night before last I only slept two solid hours!<br /><br />So I got myself some clariton ... I woke up last night twice with the allergy tickle in my throat. The last time it happened I reached over to my night table and got my bottled water .... took a sip.... I then proceeded to fall asleep wtih the bottle still in my hand ... my hand slowley tilted while drifting back to sleep... and spilled the water all over me and my bed... Even in my delirious state I was laughing at myself... I've never woken up so fast before!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-1743785315552785831?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20428784.post-83380864066956750082008-07-01T04:53:00.000-07:002008-07-01T05:08:35.474-07:00What's in a name anywayI'm loving that fact that I can now communicate with Quinn... we can have full on conversations... all though sometimes it feels like we're speaking some made up secret language. <br /><br />a few weeks ago I tried to explain that my name was Sharon... I pointed to myself and said "I'm Sharon" he looks at me ... laughs and says "you mommy" I say "well yes, I am mommy but I am also Sharon" ... this did not go to well... he got very upset and said " NO you mommy.... you MOMMYYYYYYYYYYY " Ok OK I let that go. <br /><br />A few days ago I thought I would explain his name to him... so he's not blindsided one day with the realization that his real name is not Quinn... so again I point to him and say "you're Gabriel" he giggles and says "I not Jabial, I Kinn"... "yes you are Quinn but you are Gabriel Quinn" ... now he's pissed.... "NOOOOOOOOOO... I KINN I KINN... NO JABIAL!" ... I say "ok baby you're Quinn" <br /><br />after a few minutes had passed by he walks over to me... looks me square in the eye with a very concerned face and says "mommy, I'm Quinn" <br /><br />It had not dawned on me that he thought I would forget his name... This poor kid now believes that I forgot who I was and who he was... Calling myself Sharon and him Gabriel... so now he wants to remind me... :) ... <br /><br />all though he can't be too upset since a while later he says "mommy wheres Jabial" and cracks up laughing... I do believe that was a joke at me expense!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20428784-8338086406695675008?l=sassafrascal.com%2Findex.shtml'/></div>Menoreply@blogger.com6