My Papa

My Papa, John Buss. A good and simple man. Worked a hard life and served his country. I am honored to have this great man as my Grandpa, and love him so very much.

Such a Mama's Boy

Well here are some new pictures of Abram that are adorable. He is still such a mama's boy, but I love it. He is getting so big, and I am sad that he isn't my little baby anymore. He loves to play with trucks and with his Danner dog. He is running around the house now...climbing on everything. The other day I caught him on top of the toilet. He had pushed the stool over and climbed up there all by himself. Scary, but what do you do! His new word is "thank you" but it sounds more like "tant to". He doesn't have a lot of words yet, so I was impressed that he could say that!

Pizza Night 2-Nite

Kate is getting so big. I can't believe she is already three and a half. She loves to help me cook, it doesn't matter what I am cooking, she wants to be apart of it. I love to have this special time with her, and help her to develop these skills. Tonight we made french bread pizza, and all I had to do was cut the bread, and spread the sauce. Kate did the rest, almost without supervision because I had to handle one of Abram's melt downs. When I was finally done fixing Abram's issues, I went to the counter and Kate said...there, all done. She was right, she put the cheese on and the pepperoni. She did a great job, what a great cook.

Making a Bird House

So funny coincidence...Kate out of blue came up to me and asked if we could make a bird house. I didn't even think she knew what a bird house was. Anyhow- she does... I told her that when we went to the store we would buy stuff to make a bird house. Later that day I had to go to the dollar store to buy some supplies for a craft project, and what do you know they had little bird houses. Kate got so excited and asked if she could buy one, I said of course. Next we went to Wal-Mart and bought bright pink paint. She picked the color herself, she said that this bird house was for girl birdies. The next day I let her paint it, all by herself. She did a fabulous job! She was so proud of her bird house, and I let her pick a tree branch to hang it on. She picked one in the back yard and likes to show everyone who comes over.

First Haircuts!

Well it was finally time...Kate and Abram were given their first haircuts by their Auntie Jill. Abram is a year old and Kate is three years old. Neither have ever really had haircuts before, so I was a little hesitant. All I can say now is...Thank you Aunt Jill!

Kate was first, she was in desperate need of a haircut! She has curly hair and it was growing into a mullet. Aunt Jill did a fabulous job, and now it finally has some shape. Ultimately, I want Kate's hair to grow out and be long, but along the way, she needs a trim. She looks adorable now with her head full of controlled curls!

Abram's haircut was next. He was a little wiggle worm, and didn't sit still for a second. Aunt Jill did her very best and trying to cut everything evenly. His hair was getting pretty long in the back and he was constantly getting food in it. He looks great and I am so relieved that I won't have to pull cereal bar out of his hair for the next couple of weeks...

A Little somethin' like a Poem:

So I was online tonight, just messing around and found this poem. I thought that it was great. When growing up, my family always ate together with the TV off, it made such an impact in my life. It is very important to me to raise my family to do the same. This poem reminded me of when I was a child and impressed upon me the importance of me continuing on this tradition. Hopefully you will like the poem, and may be also motivated to do the same in your household, if it isn't done already. Remember, it doesn't take very much to make a memory that will last forever!

"They say that times were tough then That money was very tight But I remember my childhood And I know that can't be right Mom would cook our dinner Dad came home at five We were all sitting at the table Waiting for him to arrive We wouldn't eat from a microwave Or a resturant down the street We all ate Mom's home cooking And boy that can't be beat We didn't eat in front of the TV Or with a phone in our hand We weren't plugged into a stereo bopping to the latest band We would all sit at the table Everyone in their place There were never any surprises We reconized every face Brothers to the left of me Sisters to the right That's the way we ate dinner Every single night We laughed we joked we talked we ate We were a family don't you see Though some may have been raised poor You can see it wasn't me We ate collards we ate biscuits We ate fatback and blackeyed peas We said yes sir we said no sir We said thank you ma'am and please So when you talk of family life Or how it used to be Though many had more money None were as rich as me."

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