my $0.99 update

read about my under a dollar update here

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I think you will find Dallas's discovery today speaks for itself

Here are some teaser pictures from our trip, I hope to blog a little bit more in detail about it soon. I took the time to caption most of them. Enjoy

Ugly door no more!

My husband and my brother labored on Labor Day. I believe their little 5 hour project is the most dramatic project we have done to the house.

Can you guess where we have been...

Madrid Car show

We went to the Madrid Car show on Sunday, Robert decided to enter the Chevelle into the show, so we parked with everyone in our class "SS". There were over 300 cars on display, all along Madrid's cutesy downtown. We didn't get any pictures of Dallas, although he was along as well. He was really sick most of the day, and slept on me like a newborn (like all day!). I was getting pretty worried since he was pretty lethargic and not eating well either, but we were just at the Dr. on Friday as he was well enough not to have an ear infection.

He has mostly snapped back to himself, crawling and laughing at Emily. He is still sleeping a lot, and is starting to eat better.

It was a town wide Labor Day festival, besides the car show there was a kids carnival area and lots of food booths, bands and firemen contests. Emily was loving watching this "grandpa" give rides in his modified lawnmower-turned train locomotive. He had made several "cars" out of oil drums to give kiddos rides. Emily wanted to go, until we strapped her in, we assured her that mom would run along side. I did until, I lost them when they crossed the street, she noticed and had a pretty serious, I am not having fun, but not quite scared face! I think she would do it again.

Emily and a '68 AMX

Crusin' to the show in the Chevelle

Emily riding in the train car

The train, she was in car #2

my revelation

I love staying home. That being said I completely under appreciated the fact that someone else cleaned up after 2 meals and snacks while Emily learned to eat. My boy can eat, and he doesn't mind getting a little messy.
I know this would be the perfect spot for "that" picture, the one where Dallas is covered in three different colors of food puree. I think I have him wiped clean, pick him out of the high chair and then 10 peas, 22 cheerios drop from his butt and knows where else. Then I notice a banana a slice stuck to his thigh (I didn't serve him banana's this meal). The tray is full of food in all of its little crevices, Bo is just waiting, parked under the chair, waiting hopefully for the day Dallas drops steak. It seems each meal lately needs to end with a bath. And yeah I don't have a picture. My hands were too goop to get it out of the case, and it would end up covered in prunes. Maybe tomorrow!