tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80617574059821945072009-02-21T07:54:49.420-08:00Survivng CrumphoodQueen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-116959139594056132009-01-25T14:26:00.000-08:002009-01-25T14:43:36.418-08:00You say I'm crazy, I got your crazy!Okay. It has been forever since I have been able to blog. Let me update.<br />Triniti: She still likes school, somewhat. Compared to kindergarten, there is not enough recess. It is work, work, work. That is what she says. She tells me math is boring. Yet someone asked her what her favorite subject in school was and she said "well recess, but that's not a subject, so I guess math!". She wears a uniform to school everyday, I thought it would be easy. Yet somehow Triniti still makes is hard! She is getting a little bit of a sassy mouth. And asking if she will have to wear a bra when she is 8? Oh please, I am not ready for "the talk"!!!!<br /><br />Everett: Everett is Everett. I see him becoming smarter. Knowing his shapes, colors, numbers. Asking a lot of questions. His behavior is the only thing that hasn't grown. I finally, finally, got him an appointment to see the behavioral pediatrician. Not until April though. Lets just sum it up this way, a lot of screaming, a lot of tantrums, a big messy room and a lot of tears, from both of us.<br /><br />Dayton: Oh boy. This one. He does not dig his own toys. Only wants to play with his brother or sisters' toys. And he absolutely loves my silverware and spatulas. Also loves the pots and pans. Actually anything you don't want him to play with he does! He climbs a lot. He is very strong, I am talking superhuman strength. And his is very clever. He also has a temper. His new thing is if he is in trouble or mad he screams, SCREAMS, high pitch screams at the top of his lungs. My ears feel like they are bleeding when he does that. He also likes to only wear his diaper. He also gets mad when I put on my apron. Don't have a clue why. But he does have the greatest sense of humor. And he is starting to say many words. Usually two together. <br /><br /> Whomever said life wasn't easy, really knew what they were talking about. But then easy would be boring and I don't like boring.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-11695913959405613?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-90932339523352299872008-11-09T12:31:00.000-08:002008-11-09T12:46:24.504-08:00I was tagged!8 TV Shows I love to watch:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Survivor</span><br /><br />2. Desperate Housewives<br /><br />3. Brother & Sisters<br /><br />4. ER<br /><br />5. Medium<br /><br />6. 90210<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Restaurants</span>:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bubba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gumps</span><br /><br />2. Mi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cocina</span><br /><br />3. Old Spaghetti Factory<br /><br />4. Fresh Choice<br /><br />5. Cozy Kitchen<br /><br />6. Good Eats<br /><br />7. Red Lobster<br /><br />8. Elephant Bar<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Things that happened today:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Changed diapers<br /><br />2. Made my first homemade pumpkin pie, although I burned it! Forgot to turn down the oven, oops!<br /><br />3. Laundry<br /><br />4. Made egg salad<br /><br />5. Researched <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Christmas</span> activities online<br /><br />6. Got items ready for donation<br /><br />7. dishes<br /><br />8. swept<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Things I look forward to:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Thanksgiving<br /><br />2. 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> anniversary<br /><br />3. Christmas<br /><br />4. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Triniti</span> birthday<br /><br />5. Everett birthday<br /><br />6. decorating for Christmas<br /><br />7. Seeing Christmas lights<br /><br />8. Singing Christmas songs<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Things on my wish list:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Dishwasher<br /><br />2. New carpet<br /><br />3. Jeans<br /><br />4. Tennis Shoes<br /><br />5. exercise<br /><br />6. Quiet<br /><br />7. Sleep<br /><br />8. Pots and Pans<br /><br /><br /><br />8 Favorite Movies:<br /><br /><br /><br />1. Willy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Wonka</span> and the Chocolate Factory<br /><br />2. Wizard of Oz<br /><br />3. The Color Purple<br /><br />4. Happy Gilmore<br /><br />5. Bad Santa<br /><br />6. Better Off Dead<br /><br />7. A Christmas Story<br /><br />8. Tommy Boy<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't have anybody to tag, but enjoyed this anyways!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-9093233952335229987?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-60585625655558432972008-10-28T11:21:00.000-07:002008-10-28T11:29:06.989-07:00EverettThe things kids say. Everett"I want to watch Little Bill again!" Mommy " OK, their is another show coming on next", Everett " No! Back Forwards it!" Which he means, rewind it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6058562565555843297?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-32303582840474578092008-10-16T13:07:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:52:58.839-07:00DramaSo Everett had his first day of preschool on Tuesday. Me and Trevor drove him up there about 12pm. On our way up my mom calls me and warns me that there has been a stabbing and they have called for many officers to be at the school. Just as she informs me of this (she has a police scanner) there goes the fire engine. As we arrive at the school, we see the police with the student who had been stabbed. We were able to drive around to the teachers parking lot, where Everett is dropped off. I walked him to his new class. He responded very well. The teacher was really excited to see him. This was Trinitis preschool. But they have a new, bigger room. Anyways, I talked to the teacher for a few minutes, said goodbye to Everett, whom didn't care! As I walked down the hallway, I hear running. Whizzing past me a principal and 5 police officers. Great, headed right towards where Trevor is parked. Some teacher or whomever he was stopped me at the hall and asked who I was. I proceeded in telling him I was a parent dropping off a preschooler. He said well you have to go to the office. I said my husband and baby are in the teachers parking lot. He said do you have a phone? I said I do, but they don't. But I had to go to the office. Oh great, I hope they were not going to be involved in a shootout or anything! So I go to the front of the school, hoping to see Trevor somewhere. I call my mom and ask her if she knows of anything else going on? They have a suspects name. Just then here comes the kid in handcuffs. Whew!! But still no Trevor. Finally, he comes out of the driveway. He then tells me how when he was driving out a cop stopped him. Note: Trevor and cops don't mix well. History. Anyways, Trevor gets nervous and doesn't know what to say. The cop asked him who he was and what he was doing. The cop had his hand on the mirror and told Trevor that he had to search the car. And the cop is holding his gun out! Poor Dayton I can't even imagine what he is thinking. Well, I guess you have to say it was an exciting first day of preschool.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-3230358284047457809?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-2366797568308259442008-10-16T12:53:00.000-07:002008-10-16T13:06:09.539-07:00Picture dayTriniti had picture day a couple of weeks ago. She was so excited because she wears uniforms to school every day and was looking forward to wearing a dress. She wanted her Auntie to curl her hair but we don't have a curling iron. So I braided her hair the night before her pictures. In the morning we took the braids out and put some product in it. She loved it! Here are some pics we took before school:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Triniti</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNaVCeCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sMMoYaBnSXw/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843943709767714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNaVCeCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sMMoYaBnSXw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Everett trying to get in the pic!<br /></div><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNhZwiPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5MPR9GiKkkk/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843945608612082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNhZwiPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5MPR9GiKkkk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p align="center">The back of her hair<br /></p><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedN5rrSVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3IYhgnTpG_w/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843952126216530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedN5rrSVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3IYhgnTpG_w/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p align="center">Dayton having his moment!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNxqLTRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fb7hnnCDQYU/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257843949972442386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SPedNxqLTRI/AAAAAAAAANE/Fb7hnnCDQYU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-236679756830825944?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-44327895823979905852008-10-16T09:13:00.000-07:002008-10-16T12:53:05.472-07:00BoomersOn Sunday was my cousins son 4 year birthday. We went to Boomers in Livermore. You only get like an hour at the party table, but otherwise its cool. My cousins bought everyone in the party wristbands so we could go do any of the activities that we wanted to do. These included pee wee golfing, go kart racing and laser tag. I took Triniti on the go kart and Trevor took Everett. They absolutely loved those! Although the first time on, when they have you slow down and stop to pull into the starting point again, um duh you stop! Well the idiot kid behind me decided to use me and Triniti as their stopping point! Trinitis' jaw hurt and my knee and head hurt me the rest of the day. But that didn't stop us from going again! We tried pee wee golfing. Dayton wanted to pick up everyones balls and Everett want to throw them. So me and Trevor took them out of the game, and let Triniti finish with gramma and her 2 uncles. After pee wee golfing we did laser tag. Which was a lot of fun! Everett did it for the most part but gave up about 3 minutes before the game was over. All in all it was a fun day and Dayton had the most fun sitting at the games driving the steering wheels. He didn't want to be anywhere else.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4432789582397990585?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-73602712395610546242008-09-18T19:51:00.000-07:002008-09-18T20:00:47.474-07:00A long couple of weeksWell Everett's tenure in preschool is no more. He didn't do to well. He loved going. He made a best friend. Everett just can not control his impulses and anger. He had to be removed from the program because he threw a toy and it hit a girl in her head. I was going to class with him all week. The teacher thought maybe I would be able to calm him down. I told her it would make it worse. He seemed to do OK the first day. He does not want to participate in circle time. He would run around the room, or crawl under the tables, disrupting the class. He had a hard time calming down. But he is not always hyper like this. Long story short, I am trying to get him into to see a behavior specialist, if we could ever connect on the phone. I am very stressed out. I can't tell you how many times I have cried this week. Last week on his 2ND day, he had a tantrum and scratched his teacher. The thing that I was hoping is that he was just going to be like this at home and not at school. We will get through this. Everett is so smart and so lovable, but he just doesn't seem to have impulse control. I could go on and on about the things he does. I love him and I will do all that I can to make sure he has a great future.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7360271239561054624?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-82884575056442857182008-09-04T13:04:00.000-07:002008-09-04T19:17:46.982-07:00Poor BabyMy little baby has had a fever for 3 days now. Almost 4. I don't usually rush my children to the doctor when they have a fever. I am semi experienced now. I still worry a lot though. Really his only symptom is the fever. And not doing much but laying and staying by me where ever I am. He tries to eat and tries to play, but whines a lot. I can't tell you how many times I have taken my kids to the Doctors and been told he/she has a virus, if I had a dollar for every virus my kids have had I would be rich! But I would rather be safe than sorry. Dayton's fever is still pretty high so I made him an appointment for this afternoon. I will update, but I am sure it is just a virus. He actually had a fever a month ago. Right after his Fever broke, guess what I discovered? 2 molars! I actually discovered a new tooth yesterday, but the "experts" will tell you a fever is not associated with getting teeth. Um? ***UPDATE*** He has hand, foot and mouth virus. But of course it will just go away on it's own. Hopefully sooner rather than later!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8288457505644285718?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-62234763105016446552008-09-04T10:03:00.000-07:002008-09-04T10:14:39.478-07:00SOSSo Everett had his orientation on Tuesday. I went with him and filled out paperwork, while he met a couple of students and the teachers. Everything went very well at first. He sat in circle time and listened to his Teacher talk about class and the rules. Then they walked us to the cafeteria and showed them where they would be eating lunch. The kids all have to walk in a straight line and hold their hands behind their back. All went well with Everett. I was feeling good. When we got back from that, the Teacher showed them their playground. They weren't able to play yet and Everett even seemed OK with that. She let them play in the toy section in class and told them they could play for a few minutes and then they would have circle time. So after about 7 min the Teacher rang the bell. It was time to clean up the toys. Here comes the fun! Everett did not want to stop playing. When his teachers tried to get him to clean up and go to circle time, he refused. Refused very loudly. He screamed at his teachers "no, I don't want to" and "I don't want to talk right now!" I finally went over there and tried to talk with him and he ended up scratching my arm and yelling at me. Finally the Teachers assistant got him to walk over to the circle, the Teacher was done singing. And there came the loud cry! So I had to explain to the Teacher this was his behavior lately, screaming and having crying fits. She told me what they would do with him. I told her how I try to handle him at home. He tried to go back to the toys and his teacher said the play area was closed, there was another class coming in. She was on her knees, kindly talking to him, I was waiting for him to hit or spit in her face. Which he didn't, thank goodness! I ended up having to carry him out. I am glad in a way they got to see him at his worst. But I was so embarrassed. And I don't know what to expect. He starts going Monday, full days. I have talked with him about screaming at his teachers. I have also gone over the rules of the class, so hopefully, seeing that he wants to go to school really bad, he will do OK. Cross your fingers. Did I mention how stressed out I am? Trevor asked "Can you do homeschooling?" I said "Possibly!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6223476310501644655?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-8794151941126717722008-08-29T14:01:00.000-07:002008-08-29T14:08:16.794-07:00CryingA couple of weeks ago, we let Triniti stay up and watch the movie "Click". I was actually on the computer. Her and Trevor were watching it. Well first you should know, I pretty much cry at anything. Commercials, movies, videos, songs, most everything. I am a very, very, empathic person. Whenever we watch a movie and there is a part where someone may cry, everybody turns to look at me to see if I am crying. Yeah, pathetic! Anyways, so the part in the movie where Adam Sandler is dying and his family leaves the hospital and he chases them out of the hospital in the rain and he is calling his sons name. Well mind you I was at the computer, I was tearing up and not even watching the thing, I tell you......! All of a sudden Triniti says " I can't hold my cry in anymore" And she just bawls. I laughed because it reminded me of myself. I had to tell here though that it was OK, I was not laughing at her. It's also OK to cry when something touches you. I informed her I was crying and I was at the computer for goodness sakes. But we also had to explain a little about the movie, and some more assurance that it was OK to cry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-879415194112671772?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-26729733085520213902008-08-27T15:57:00.000-07:002008-08-27T16:55:47.963-07:001st day of 1st grade!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpU9-2kwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ce-nWxOOMb8/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350287960281858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpU9-2kwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ce-nWxOOMb8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVFpGn4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jxm7zpy6cGM/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350290016542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVFpGn4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jxm7zpy6cGM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVeT-svI/AAAAAAAAAME/n3KDolPuciw/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350296638829298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVeT-svI/AAAAAAAAAME/n3KDolPuciw/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVq8iWrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6AH8wbeMiTQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350300030163634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpVq8iWrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6AH8wbeMiTQ/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpV5NiiMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VmRNG3RqVBg/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239350303859574978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLXpV5NiiMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VmRNG3RqVBg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So this morning was Triniti's first day of school. She was so excited last night, she took a long time to fall asleep! But she got up this morning bright and early. Trevor had the day off. So he walked with us and so did Gramma. We left a little early not knowing what to anticipate, since the school just opened. The kids had to wait in the patio area by their class number. Triniti found her friends and had no problem leaving us. Dayton even thought he was cool, dragging around sissy's backpack. And on she went. Since it was Wednesday, they only go to school until 12:35pm. I actually got to meet her teacher, whom is very nice. I also got to see her cool new classroom. Everett also got to sneak a peek into his classroom. Their classrooms are right across from each other. Triniti said 1st grade is fun (wait until she finds out how much work she will have!). Her teacher is nice and funny. Now she can not wait until tomorrow!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2672973308552021390?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-58652241880325711972008-08-26T18:09:00.000-07:002008-08-26T18:14:58.881-07:00The night before school.....We just walked up to our school to see what class Triniti will be in. She found out 1 of her best friends is in the same class with her, so she is super excited. Looks like a few others she had kindergarten with are also going to be in her class. I tried talking to one of the mothers from last year, but she doesn't speak English and I don't speak Spanish. I think I need to learn. There are like 95 % Spanish speaking at Trinitis' school. Also I went to parent orientation for Everetts' preschool. He actually does not start until the 8th and he is pretty upset about that. His and Trinitis' rooms are right next to each other. We are really excited this year because they just built a $35 Million dollar school! I got a small preview the other day, and it is so beautiful. I can't believe it is in our town. Well on to prepare for tomorrow!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5865224188032571197?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-85420563554812238682008-08-24T11:12:00.000-07:002008-08-24T11:22:32.177-07:00Haircuts!<div align="left">School starts soon and they all needed haircuts! Triniti has had her haircut several times. This was Everett's second attempt at a real haircut. He did really well. One time saying "I'm not crying, this doesn't hurt!" And Dayton, well this was his very first haircut! I was really back and forth and getting his hair cut. But in the end I realized his hair was getting too long, and he was beginning to look like a little girl!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Triniti's pretty hair!</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllCoh04I/AAAAAAAAALM/Zefkg35XHQ8/s1600-h/DSCF0091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149897389200258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllCoh04I/AAAAAAAAALM/Zefkg35XHQ8/s320/DSCF0091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Everett playing while getting a haircut<br /></div><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllM_QPQI/AAAAAAAAALU/r9CBh5pyP2o/s1600-h/DSCF0089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149900168871170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllM_QPQI/AAAAAAAAALU/r9CBh5pyP2o/s320/DSCF0089.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p align="center">He was impressed!<br /></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllagqbeI/AAAAAAAAALc/prnD02IC0ow/s1600-h/DSCF0094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149903798660578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllagqbeI/AAAAAAAAALc/prnD02IC0ow/s320/DSCF0094.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p align="center">Before, my baby!<br /></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGlljl57CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YesoxUip7p0/s1600-h/DSCF0096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149906236566562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGlljl57CI/AAAAAAAAALk/YesoxUip7p0/s320/DSCF0096.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p align="center">After, my little handsome guy!<br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllz3dwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/84XJEpJ5mDw/s1600-h/DSCF0099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238149910605185794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SLGllz3dwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/84XJEpJ5mDw/s320/DSCF0099.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8542056355481223868?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-51743544879847334462008-08-12T10:50:00.000-07:002008-08-12T11:04:57.739-07:00Our new neighborhood park and school!The new school opens in two weeks, and we are so excited, we have watched this being built from the ground up. And the new skate/play park has just opened. Yesterday morning we went to see if the water was going. They were still trying to get the levels right or something. They said it would probably be on in a couple of hours and tomorrow for sure (today now!) So we go there last night. The kids got their swimsuits on and I slathered them in sun lotion. About 4 pm we drove by the park and saw kids in the water and the water going. When we get there, is the water turned on? NO!!!!! Everett's heart was broke and our window almost! Needless to say we are super excited about this park, we can walk there in less than 10 minutes when the streets are opened. Plus this is the nicest park in our whole city now!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPUqShDaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xYFUMHp7rMY/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692195837513122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPUqShDaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xYFUMHp7rMY/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU2YVxGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eAChN2aojBc/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692199083164770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU2YVxGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eAChN2aojBc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU7kpXwI/AAAAAAAAALE/MFc2CaXRIHo/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692200476958466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHPU7kpXwI/AAAAAAAAALE/MFc2CaXRIHo/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOva8AXdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q8uD04R8i8s/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691556061404626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOva8AXdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Q8uD04R8i8s/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOv_dzrdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y6IXvs9QUUA/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691565866855890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOv_dzrdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y6IXvs9QUUA/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOvyKOWWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HETnd3uYNdE/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691562295056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOvyKOWWI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HETnd3uYNdE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwNmwMXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HeKB4mmTwFM/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691569662472562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwNmwMXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/HeKB4mmTwFM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwQZeyLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OCBReLGYWCs/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691570412112050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SKHOwQZeyLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/OCBReLGYWCs/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-5174354487984733446?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-78216786794137823692008-08-09T08:27:00.000-07:002008-08-09T08:33:29.375-07:00Funny things kids sayAt dinner last night I received a phone call. Which I hate when people call at dinnertime! Anyways, it was somebody wanting to ask some questions about some research. I politely said I don't have the time I am feeding a baby right now. So when I hung up Triniti asked "who was that?" I said " Oh just someone wanting to ask me some questions, I don't want to talk with them." Triniti replies "Why don't you want to talk to them? Are you guilty?" I said "ha ha ha, no I am not guilty!" Triniti then said "Those are the hardest questions!" I said " Oh, when you are being asked about something you did and you are guilty?" "Yeah."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-7821678679413782369?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-82678671525026771912008-08-01T09:32:00.000-07:002008-08-01T09:46:34.904-07:00<div align="left">Most of the animals were laying around. None of them were playing. I guess they were having a lazy day. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8mzsj_kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DK_54CKz6uU/s1600-h/066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590229717089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8mzsj_kI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DK_54CKz6uU/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /></a>This penquin stood there with his mouth open for as long as we were there, 15 minutes. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nLvQsPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SmvD5zuxZ_k/s1600-h/067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590236170858738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nLvQsPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/SmvD5zuxZ_k/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">These two couldn't make up their mind about going into the water.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nc83iTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3NowmmEnJE8/s1600-h/075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590240791333170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8nc83iTI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3NowmmEnJE8/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anteaters are strange looking animals.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8ninuuXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WAJ4SPQVLqM/s1600-h/085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590242313288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8ninuuXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WAJ4SPQVLqM/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kangaroos laying around.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8n_gItMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vqRIYTS6jBA/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229590250066064578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM8n_gItMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vqRIYTS6jBA/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a> Zebra laying around.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZtgB3II/AAAAAAAAAI8/FyTNQyGz6g4/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588905203981442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZtgB3II/AAAAAAAAAI8/FyTNQyGz6g4/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ape and his backside, laying around!</p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZxzMkQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/up8PFN_PUoI/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588906358116610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7ZxzMkQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/up8PFN_PUoI/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /></a> The baby Giraffes, whose Mama just passed away.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7e0n6COI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ND07M_yV8lc/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588993015417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7e0n6COI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ND07M_yV8lc/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /></a> The peacocks, owned the zoo.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fBLXSCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jaU5CHX5qHY/s1600-h/058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229588996385359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fBLXSCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jaU5CHX5qHY/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mr. Lion</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fXVXTcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rty8ogUXAM8/s1600-h/061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229589002332884418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM7fXVXTcI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rty8ogUXAM8/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>A Lion, laying around!<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-8267867152502677191?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-6210337466122829192008-08-01T08:37:00.001-07:002008-08-01T09:31:47.816-07:00<div align="left">For my birthday we went to the San Francisco Zoo. Trevor and me had not been to the Zoo in at least ten years. I went there many times as a kid, but I didn't even realize the Zoo is right next to the Pacific Ocean! We had a great time. Everett though, knowing there was a train, thought all the animals were stupid. Once we rode the train, he than loved the animals. Dayton enjoyed the tigers, penguins, and fences. You would of thought Dayton was a monkey with all the climbing he does! There was so many animals to see, that we will be going there again, beacause we didn't get to see all of them.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gJp0GOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VVT8m8DoQKA/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585717305546978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gJp0GOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VVT8m8DoQKA/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Waiting for the Train ride.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gkA9fdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x4NC6chXYj4/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585724381953490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gkA9fdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x4NC6chXYj4/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /></a> Everett and his love.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gvQ3FhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/46tGqY_4oWE/s1600-h/079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585727401432594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4gvQ3FhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/46tGqY_4oWE/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Triniti Posing</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4g0Wal6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/z98h2NmpPrg/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585728766908322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4g0Wal6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/z98h2NmpPrg/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Dayton trying to get into a stangers bag!<br /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EWvsh70m7Ac/SJM4hNAw3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-3VAOsatt8I/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229585735386979330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Attached or Single?Attached</p><br /><p align="left">B. Best Friend? Trevor</p><br /><p align="left">C. Cake or pie? Cake - Chocolate Cake</p><br /><p align="left">D. Day of choice? Tuesday</p><br /><p align="left">E. Essential item? Water</p><br /><p align="left">F. Favorite color? Purple</p><br /><p align="left">G. Gummy bears or worms? Bears</p><br /><p align="left">H. Home town? Hayward</p><br /><p align="left">I. Favorite indulgence? Ice Cream</p><br /><p align="left">J. January or July? July</p><br /><p align="left">K. Kids? 3</p><br /><p align="left">L. Life isn’t complete without? My husband and kids</p><br /><p align="left">M. Marriage date? December 2, 2000</p><br /><p align="left">N. Number of brothers and sisters? 3 brothers and 2 sisters</p><br /><p align="left">O. Oranges or Apples? Apples</p><br /><p align="left">P. Phobias? Getting into a really bad car accident</p><br /><p align="left">Q. Quotes? "Dream as is you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today"</p><br /><p align="left">R. Reasons to smile? The love I get from my husband and kids</p><br /><p align="left">S. Season of choice? Summer!</p><br /><p align="left">T. Tag 5 people: I don't have anyone to tag</p><br /><p align="left">U. Unknown fact about me? I had my tongue pierced once, a long time ago...!!</p><br /><p align="left">V. Vegetable? Asparagus</p><br /><p align="left">W. Worst habit? Procrastinating</p><br /><p align="left">X. X-ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasounds</p><br /><p align="left">Y. Your favorite food? Mexican</p><br /><p align="left">Z. Zodiac sign? Leo</p><br /><p align="left">Z. Which zoo animal is your favorite? Elephants </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2671409385940040049?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-40401645372769994432008-07-24T12:20:00.000-07:002008-07-24T12:34:41.763-07:00Jury Duty drama!So I was sent a summons for Jury Duty. I actually received 2. One for Oakland and one for Hayward. So I call and let them know. They or me can't figure out why I received two. They only difference on the summons was the date. The date for Oakland was July 23 and the date for Hayward was July 24. So the lady asked me which court I preferred, duh, Hayward, I live in walking distance of the courthouse. Anyways, she told to disregard the Oakland one, and call in for the Hayward one. So today was the day, actually you call the number after 5 pm and listen to your reporting instructions. Well mine said the info wasn't available over the phone, I had to talk with somebody. Of course the office was closed. Well you can get online and determine your jury status also. When I got on mine it said I was disqualified. I didn't get it. I finally talk with someone this morning. She tells me my service was for yesterday, the 23rd. OK. So I proceed in telling her the story. She says "I believe you, because nobody could make up a story like this." She then asked me if I could bring the summons to the courthouse so she could get a copy. Then she heard Dayton in the background and asked if I had daycare for him. I said well I can ask his gramma. I'm thinking I might go to jail or something for trying to avoid jury duty! (that's how my warped mind works!) So I get to the courthouse, she makes a copy and tells me they found the problem. There was a computer glitch and some other people were affected also. And that my juror group was called in today but to the Oakland courthouse. Oakland had more cases than they had jurors. She also said she put me as excused. I said thanks and left. My mom and brother both tell me "ooh your lucky" But I have wanted to be on a jury since I turned 18 and became eligible! I want to sit in on a case. I often believe I would be a good attorney. I love to argue and I love to be right. I also love to research my truth and proving just how right I am. Just ask my family!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-4040164537276999443?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-3176652610893096662008-07-16T17:51:00.000-07:002008-07-16T18:03:12.682-07:00Good TimesOn Tuesday we decided to go to the mall out in Tracy. Yes, I know, very far, but we needed to get out of this area for a minute! I have been to every store in the area looking for Triniti, some sandals. I waited too long, they already have fall stuff out. I wonder who came up with the idea to sell clothes before the season begins? I would love to slap the crap out of them. Anyways, we go around the mall and again no shoes. I will say this, Triniti is picky. When we couldn't find any shoes, we passed by Claires. She asked to get her ears pierced. This girl has been bugging me every day for her ears pierced! So we said yes. Then she became scared. At first she was nervous and decided no, I told her that was fine, we could come another time. Then, changed her mind again. So we go in and I pay for the earrings. She won't sit down on the piercing chair, so I sit down and tell her she can go on my lap. Still scared. At this point she starts really crying. Long story short, after 3 more times of changing her mind, I was going to get a refund. But again she said OK I will do it. Well that didn't happen. They started to go near her and she started to kick and cover her ears. I told her to get down. Once they open up the earrings you can not have a refund! So I ended up getting my ears pierced. I now have two holes on each ear! The best part of this story though is when we left. Triniti had the tantrum of all tantrums. I have never seen her like this before. She refused to go and wanted her ears pierced, laughable really! We found the nearest exit because everyone was starting to stare. As she's hanging on to the stroller, trying to prevent me from pushing the stroller, she grabs a hold of the bench, and that moves along with us. Somehow we made it out of the mall and she is still screaming in the highest pitch ever "I want my earssssssssssss pierceddddddddddddddddddddd!!!!!! Good times.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-317665261089309666?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-61598510933134958312008-07-10T16:48:00.000-07:002008-07-10T16:55:41.142-07:00Already?I could remember in 7th grade becoming obsessed with my clothes and hair. They had to be perfect in my eyes! I would cry and scream and yell before leaving for school because I just would get so frustrated! I never felt that way in elementary school. Anyways, Triniti already is starting her clothes and shoe fits! She announces to me daily she has nothing to wear, everything is old and doesn't match! Even though her drawers are packed full. She asks me to help pick out her outfit and when I do, she says "No, I don't like that". So I tell her then don't ask for my help! I have threatened to throw away her clothes. I have also told her that I will buy her nothing new and that she will have to wear the clothes she has until they are faded and filled with holes. She has been so picky for the last couple of years with shoes, sock and clothes! OMG, I didn't think it would start at 6 years old, I figured I had at least 5 years before I had to deal with this. But she loves to be pretty! And she can do her own hair, really good too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-6159851093313495831?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-7456187616865448952008-07-10T16:43:00.000-07:002008-07-10T16:48:28.536-07:00Family jewelsDayton has not handled this heat very well. First he has really thick, semi long hair. Almost a mullet. But I don't want to cut it because it's beautiful! So he holds a lot of heat in his head. So I allow him to go without his diaper so he can air out his family jewels, which he loves! I swear boys and their obsessions with their family jewels come early! It was so cute, one night Dayton was standing on the couch and I took his diaper off to get ready for bath time. And he leaned over and just was checking out his package! I wish I had a camera, it was the funniest thing ever! I tell ya this boy has got the silliest faces and personality!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-745618761686544895?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-91609990105150371082008-06-30T12:42:00.000-07:002008-06-30T12:52:53.041-07:00Anybody else out there?With a strong willed child? Oh my goodness, my stress levels have been off the charts these last couple of weeks. I don't know what has gotten into Everett, but I am starting to get concerned. He has always been a handful. We have always had take more time with him. But lately he is getting super angry and throws things. He has been in total destruction mode. The other day he got mad because we had no snacks, so he went into their bedroom and started throwing things, and picked up a video tape and it went right into Trinitis' eye. It scared the crap out of me because it was turning purple and things always seem worse to me. I called my mom screaming and scared Triniti. But she was OK, it did leave a nasty mark on the corner and side of her eye. I have banned everyone from yelling at him. I have noticed he is copying lately. He has been saying Hate a lot and I just could not figure out where or whom he had heard this. Until.....Spongebob was on today. There was Spongebob and Patrick telling each other they hate each other! I said that's it no Spongebob anymore! If his behavior continues downward, I will be getting gray hair earlier and possibly high blood pressure!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-9160999010515037108?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-10314643302492027222008-06-30T12:35:00.000-07:002008-06-30T12:42:49.117-07:00Daytons birthdayWe took Dayton to Newpark mall for his first pair of tennis shoes. The first thing he did when the lady put them on was try to shake them off. Then he was OK, and took him several times to get his balance right. We then went to target to buy him some gifts. I left him with gramma and went to toys r us. I had to run to target again to buy him some wrapping paper. Before we picked up Trevor, we stopped at party city. Got Trevor, fed everyone dinner, then ran to Lucky for the cake. When I had bought the cake I thought it was a little pricey, but figured it was just another thing that went up. But I realized when I bought the cake, I bought the big one. 1/2 sheet! Oh my goodness, way too big! Anyways, family came over, opened presents and ate cake. Dayton loved his toys. He especially loved the toy vacuum we got him. I am now waiting on his aunt to email the pictures she took. I really hate not having a camera!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-1031464330249202722?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8061757405982194507.post-25385428679732644912008-06-22T10:20:00.000-07:002008-06-22T10:32:20.682-07:00Our saturday tripTrevor had a saturday off. Unbelievable I know. So we decided we wanted to go to Half Moon Bay. Triniti has been bugging us to go to the beach for so long. We haven't gone in awhile because of Dayton being a baby. So anyways we decided to go yesterday. It had been 100 degrees the day before and was looking to be a scorcher yesterday also. We all seemed to have cabin fever! We made the terrible mistake of, well first of all going to the beach on a hot, hot saturday, but also in the middle of the afternoon. Oh well. So a 30 minute drive took 1 hour to 1 1/2 hours. We were not able to go to our usual state beach, because the park rangers were turning cars away. So we just kept driving up HWY 1 towards Santa Cruz. At this point the kids are really restless, being that they can see the beach and ocean and we are not stopping. We finally arrive at one that has 1 parking space. It was not packed. It took about 10 minutes to walk from the car to a spot on the beach. Now our beach, and we say "our beach" because I have been going to the same beach in Half moon bay for 20 years. It is just a few steps from the car to the beach. So this new beach was quite a trek. Triniti and Everett were super excited. Dayton was not. He absolutely freaked out when I stood him on the sand. And it was extremely windy on the beach. So windy in fact that sand was flying in our eyes and mouth. We had bought a tent and that is where me and Dayton spent most of our time. He would try to walk out of the tent and than would step on the sand and freeze. So needless to say we only stayed a few hours. All in all it was an OK trip. I think we will wait and go to the beach in August when Dayton is a better walker and maybe he won't be so scared! I did take pictures, but old school pictures. I have to take them and get them developed! Oh my!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8061757405982194507-2538542867973264491?l=survivingcrumphood.blogspot.com'/></div>Queen Crumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16451274379604034418noreply@blogger.com1