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Claire: "Mommy? Fruit bar, please!"

Mommy: "Are you hungry, baby?"

Claire: "Yes! Hungry!"

Mommy: "We'll then, let's just have lunch."

Claire: "Okay, Mommy! Lunch!!"

Mommy: "Do you want chicken nuggets?"

Claire: "No chicken! Claire wants lunch!"

Mommy: "I know, baby. Do you want chicken for lunch?"

Claire: "No, Mommy. No chicken!! Claire wants LUNCH!!"

Mommy: "Honey, lunch is food. We'll eat lunch. And today, lunch can be chicken."

Claire: (Tears filling the eyes now) "NO CHICKEN, MOMMY! LUUUUUUNCH!"

Mommy: Sigh. "How about a hot dog?"

Rant

Wow, has it really been since the end of March since I last posted? Good grief! That shows how much time I have to myself as of late. It's 7:30 in the morning and both girls are snoozing still so we'll see how much I can manage to compose here before they wake up.

Okay, so we got in a wreck last week. We were sitting at a red light when some guy rear-ended us. (Everyone is okay. Micheal and I ended up with some minor whiplash and the girls were just fine.) So I got out to inspect the damage and immediately got a bad vibe from the other driver. He was acting very nervous and tried to reassure me multiple times that it was only a scratch on my bumper. So I took a look to find that there was indeed a scratch, two puncture marks, oh and my bumper was dislocated from the body of the van on either side. Still nothing too major, but in need of repair nonetheless.

This guy was not too happy to have to trade insurance information and I was getting ready to call the police when a Very Friendly Witness approached me (phone in ear) to tell me that he already had the police on the phone. Apparently? The VFW (very friendly witness) had been following the guy because he had been swerving in and out of traffic, drove up onto a curb and almost hit an SUV before ending his joy ride at our back door. According to the VFW, Speedy McCrashy cut someone off just to get into the lane behind us and then didn't even put on his brakes before slamming into our bumper. So THAT'S why my neck hurt. I see.

So long story short, Speedy McCrashy attempted to "take off" while the officer was in his patrol car running license plates through the system. VFW jumped out in the street to stop him from his attempted escape. Upon closer investigation, Mr. McCrashy was high on some drug and had his surplus stashed on his person. So he got a fun ride to jail.

Now the rant part?? Apparently the great state where I live has a law that says you can't file a claim on someones insurance until their insurance agency talks to their client. That makes sense. I sure wouldn't want someone filing a claim against my policy without at least verifying the accident with me first. So until they speak with Mr. McCrashy, I can't get my van fixed. The kicker is that Speedy won't answer the calls from his insurance agent. TOTAL AVOIDANCE! They plan to send him a letter (oh, yeah that should do the trick) and will continue to attempt to contact him via the phone.

He basically has 30 days from the accident to contact his insurance company. After that, they drop him from insurance and I am on my own. Meaning I would have to pay my $1,000 deductible to get my car fixed AND my insurance rates would go up. Even though it wasn't my fault!! How is that fair??

The teacher in me wants to go call his parents and complain. I know it's only been a week, but his track record doesn't have me feeling too confident in his willingness/ability to "do the right thing". So we'll see. Grrrr.

Rant complete. I will keep you posted, my faithful blog readers, as new events unfold.

On a much happier note, it's my Dad's birthday today!! Happy birthday, Dad! Wish we were there with you to celebrate! Love you!!

Fa-Ree-Key

So this post started out as a "comparison-post-to-prove-everyone-wrong" post. See, everyone always tells us how much Sarah looks just like Claire. Michael and I just never saw it. Granted, we knew they looked like sisters. The family resemblance is strong, no doubt. But to say they look "exactly alike" was a stretch to us.

I thought I'd post some pictures of the girls at similar ages in similar poses to "prove" that we were right. But then, once the pictures were up, I was amazed at just how much they DO look alike. Freaky!

I called Michael in and had him take a look and his exact words were, "Wow, I see what everyone has been talking about." They seem to have the exact same features. The only real difference is in the shape of their heads. Claire inherited her Daddy's perfectly round basketball head and Sarah inherited her Mommy's longer, oval shaped head. I think if you were to squash Sarah's little head into a perfect circle, we'd be looking at the same child. (don't worry I won't attempt that . . . . again.)

So here are the pictures that caused me to eat crow. Claire's pics are on the left and Sarah's are on the right. (Is the last half of that sentence even necessary?)

An Update on Sarah

Sorry so long in posting. With Michael in Israel, I've had my hands a little full. Not to mention that he took our camera. Wouldn't you know we had several blog-worthy moments while he was gone? Something funny would happen and I'd jump to grab the camera only to remember that it was gone. Sigh. Oh well.

We took Sarah in for her 2 month check up this week. As is the norm for my babies, she is a tank.

She weighs 13 pounds, 12 ounces (which is a whole pound more than Claire weighed at 2months). She is in the 97th percentile in her height, 90th percentile in weight and the 30th percentile in the size of her head. I just have big, fat pea-headed babies. What can I say. I guess I am grateful for the small heads on delivery day. TMI? Okay, sorry.

Here are a few pictures of her at 2 months. As I've mentioned before, baby pictures aren't as interesting to me as the fun toddler action shots, but I guess Sarah needs her fair share of blog time so here ya go:

Not As Smart As I Thought I Was

So I was convinced that teaching Claire how to use the Diaper Champ was a stroke of genius. I could hand her a dirty diaper and she would happily run off to said diaper pail to dispense of the diaper. Thus saving Mommy valuable time.

Yeah, well she apparently loves it so much that she can't wait for the next dirty diaper to be made. I was changing out the bag today and inside (along with the multitude of dirty diapers) I found a remote, 3 clean diapers and two small stuffed animals. Nice huh? Who knows how many valuables I've tossed out with the diapers without knowing it!

I guess if I lose my keys, I'll know where to look first.

Sigh.

Yikes!

It's a little freaky to me that as my daughter consumes a Tigger the Tiger marshmallow sucker, she says, "Bye, bye Tigger. Night, night."



A little too morbid for me. Shudder.