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I’ve got mail. Lots of it.

I may live to regret this, but I set Torin up with her own email account this weekend.  She is only allowed to email Dave and me at this point, and she is not allowed to open any messages unless it’s from one of us.  I thought it would be good practice for her to write messages.  I had no idea that she would constantly be sending me mail, however.  The first thing she did when she got up was check her email.  The first thing she did when she got home from church was check her email.  (I suppose this proves that children learn by example.)   I also discovered yesterday that email is also a good medium for tattle-taling.  (I got several messages that said Parker was throwing Legos.)

Some of the emails are pretty funny.  These are the three that I got this morning (before noon):

—–Original Message—–
From: torin
Sent: Sunday, July 26, 2009 6:34 AM
To: Mama
Subject: hello

 Good moning mama I hope you hade a good sleep waute did drem  abawt. torin

 

—–Original Message—–
From: torin
Sent: Sunday, July 26, 2009 11:05 AM
To: Mama
Subject: hello

 Mama wute are you fixing fore lunch    TORIN

 

—–Original Message—–
From: torin
Sent: Sunday, July 26, 2009 11:26 AM
To: Mama
Subject: HELLO

I LIKE TO SEND MESHUGIG   AND I  LIKE WINE YOU GIVE  ME  MESHUGIG I GOT   ONE PROBLUM  MY  WORS  ARE   BIG  AND  CAN  YOU TALL   DADDY TO  HELP  ME  FIX  MY  COMPUTER     TORIN

 

[I'll translate that last one.  It says "I like to send messages and I like when you give me messages[.]  I got one problem my words are big and can you tell Daddy to help me fix my computer.”  Apparently she is stuck on all caps and can’t figure out how to turn it off.]

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Space stuff and dinosaur bones.

Grandpa Bob came for a quick 24-hour visit and we went to the Science Center.  There were only a few other million kids there.  Torin got bonked on the head by a big boy and came away with a bruise, and Parker fell down the stairs and roughed up his knees.  But they would both go back in a heartbeat.  :)

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Parker’s 5th Birthday Party.

Another year, another birthday!  Parker is turning five on Monday, and he had his long-awaited gymnastics party this morning to celebrate.  We had 12 kids and approximately 14 adults (and apparently the cake I ordered serves about 75, so come on over if you want a piece).  Based on the huge grin that was plastered on Parker’s face the entire time, I’d say this party was a success!!!

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I may never eat cottage cheese again.

We took a little tour of Purity Dairy today with some of our friends.  Or at least that’s what we thought we were going to do.  What actually happened was this:  we sat in a big dark room and watched a film from the 1970′s about the milk-pasteurization process.  The film starred Ernest from Ernest Goes to Camp (KnoWhutImean, Vern?)  I saw more udders than I cared to see, and I witnessed on film how they sour milk and then drain the curds in huge vats to make cottage cheese.  Our younger friends were either fussing or hollering “cow!” during the show, while my two kids were asking “when is this going to be over?”  It was riveting stuff, I assure you.  At the end of the film, the lady-in-charge pushed back the heavy drapes to reveal a big empty room… where they USED to make ice cream.  (Now it is made in Chattanooga.)  I kept praying that we were going to get free ice cream at the end, because if we left that place empty-handed, my kids would have VIOLENTLY REVOLTED.  Fortunately, Purity made up for it by letting us pig out in their lobby on ice cream sandwiches.  We love Purity!

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Because I’m cheap and I buy the half-priced sparklers.

I’ve twirled a few sparklers in my day.  And I have never experienced sparklers as smoky as the ones I bought this year.  We had so much smoke and carcinogens flying around our backyard that Torin covered her mouth for the first 10 minutes.  (Parker, on the other hand, took a few deep breaths, coughed up part of a lung, and moved on.)  I have no idea why the smoke was so bad.  Maybe it had something to do with the 99% humidity in the air and no breeze to blow the smoke away.  Or maybe it was because I bought the discount sparklers alongside the road.  Thank goodness our neighbors aren’t as cheap as I am.  After our sparklers, we all sat on Parker’s bed, opened the window, and watched several fabulous fireworks shows put on by people in our neighborhood.  We could even see the fireworks from downtown Nashville.  Happy birthday, America!

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