This morning, Bodhi you stayed home with Grandmoo and Jude, you went to GiGi's and Poncho's while Mommy and Daddy worked. Bodhi, you ate Cherio's in milk for the frist time and Jude, you ate a one-of-a-kind GiGi feast. You both were wore out and slept for four 1/2 hours (a record for you, Jude man)!
This evening after the two of you woke up from your naps, we packed some goodies and headed to Foster Park for a concert. Mommy has avoided the "Concert in the Park" as I was protesting the removal of the men's fast pitch field, but Mommy gave in tonight. Mommy packed snacks but once we arrived, there were three concession stands selling "fair food." So, Daddy dug deep in his pockets and came up with enough cash money to buy an elephant ear, a lemmon shake-up, and some fresh cut french fries. We had a fat person's feast. You two babes were soooo good! Bodhi, you danced, picked flowers, watched everyone, and clapped at the end of each song. You were an absolute doll. Ju Ju, you helped yourself to some fair food (as did your sister in between dancing and frolicking) and watched your sister get down :) You were so tired, it was well past your bedtime, but you didn't fuss. I told Daddy, Jude, you weren't going to get the real experience of an outdoor concert atmoshphere because all of Daddy's police buddies kept stopping by and talking... no one around us was going to light up a concert blunt with police kept dropping by hee/hee You both had a blast and were sweet little angels.
Once we returned home, Jude, you were so tired. Mommy nursed you and put you to bed. Sister Kelly got you, Bodhi, dressed in your pj's and ready to watch the fireworks. Daddy got the fire going and the Governor passed out sundaes and chicken nuggets as a special treat :)- Bodhi, you did not last. The loud booms had you all upset, you burried your head in Daddy's shoulder, so he took you inside and put you to bed. We all then moved the party over to Grandmoo's yard so we could actually see the fireworks. Sister Kelly made Mommy feel super guilty because we had you, Bodhi, up and watching fireworks when you were Jude's age, and Jude, Mommy just put you to bed :( Bodhi, you loved the fireworks last year, and after watching for about 20 minutes, Mommy couldn't take it and asked Franky to run across the street and get you Jude man up to participate in your first fireworks. However, Daddy was sitting inside checking on you two while the rest of us were watching fireworks, and he told Franky that you, Jude were passed out. So, you didn't get to see fireworks this year, and if you are like your sister, you won't enjoy them next year. Mommy feels super guilty.
The best part of the firework show in Kokomo, is watching all the people and traffic afterwards. We all sat on the front porch and watched several near wrecks, and listened to some crazy people that live on the alley scream and fight. Franky, Sister Kelly, and the Governor decided to walk down to the end of the street to see if they could see what was going on, and just as they left the porch (Mommy stayed sitting on the porch with Mr. Murff), a crazy barefoot drunk guy came running/staggering toward them. He was so drunk and had obviously just got in a fight (he was bleeding and running as people were yelling at him from down the road). He said he was ok and "didn't need shit, but had to take a shit." He hid in our side yard like a ninja, up against Vincent's house (we were all stunned and waiting for him to take a poo). Franky sounded his police alarm on his cell phone and Daddy came out to see what was going on and the dude mumbled "God Bless you all, it's just another Friday, I'll be ok in the morning." Mommy couldn't help but to snort the whole time. Our street is always the center of all craziness after the firework show. We use to be able to sit in the backyard and look straight up to watch the fireworks, but then they decided to move them, so now we have to watch from Grandmoo's house across the street. The first year we had several friends from "Lucas Home Furnishings" over, along with the whole family, and as we were telling, I believe Aunt Nettie, how horrible our neighborhood was, she replied "oh no, it's not that bad," and at that moment a gun shot went sounded, people started screaming and running, and the police were out chasing hee/hee Needless to say, all of our friends were afraid to walk to their cars :)- Our street use to get blocked off and only people who lived on our street could drive down it, so Aunt Nettie and her husband, Uncle Denny and Tracy Broens, Aunt Kathy Hunter and her husband, all parked several streets away, so they walked swiftly and with thier gaurd up hee/hee
Mr. Murff Update:
Mommy has failed to mention the status of our fuzzy man Mr. Murff. Mr. Murff's Orthopedic Specialist/Surgeon recently consulted with a radiologist and some other doggy experts, and he concluded that Mr. Murff suffers from mild generative arthritis in his tarsals/and all his joints. Originally, the Orthopedic Specialist could not find anything wrong with Mr. Murff from the blood work, x-rays, and other tests he conducted on Mr. Murff. He was also baffled by Mr. Murff's early "puppihood" diagnosis that his "hip-ball-socket-thingy" was not fully formed, stating that he could see no issues past or present with Mr. Murff's hips. Wow! We still do not have a diagnosis as to why Mr. Murff's paws occasionally go numb and bend under or invert (to the point we thought he'd break his own leg) and the shaking of his entire body. So, we are going with Grandmoo's diagnosis, Mr. Murff has something neurologically wrong with him. Mr. Murff's shaking abruptly stopped a couple of months ago and then he could hardly stand up or walk. To the point, as previously mentioned in earlier entries, we thought it would be best to put him down :( However, Mr. Murff's Orthopedic Specialist has supplied us with a large amount of the strongest pain medication and strict instructions to get the weight off Mr. Murff as quickly as possible. He believes Mr. Murff, if he rests while on the pain meds and looses a great deal of weight, most of his issues will go away. However, if his condition doesn't improve, he'll have to take daily arthritis medications. Mommy is so thankful that Grandmoo suggested that we take him to a specialist. However, Grandmoo thought it would provide Mommy with the closure I needed to put Mr. Murff to sleep. We are both happy to hear that there is still hope for Mr. Murff, and Grandmoo is especially happy that Mr. Murff is at least on super potentate pain pills because she believes he has neurological issues compounding the arthritis, so though she is hopeful that Mr. Murff will improve, she is prepared for bad news (as is Mommy).
This evening after the two of you woke up from your naps, we packed some goodies and headed to Foster Park for a concert. Mommy has avoided the "Concert in the Park" as I was protesting the removal of the men's fast pitch field, but Mommy gave in tonight. Mommy packed snacks but once we arrived, there were three concession stands selling "fair food." So, Daddy dug deep in his pockets and came up with enough cash money to buy an elephant ear, a lemmon shake-up, and some fresh cut french fries. We had a fat person's feast. You two babes were soooo good! Bodhi, you danced, picked flowers, watched everyone, and clapped at the end of each song. You were an absolute doll. Ju Ju, you helped yourself to some fair food (as did your sister in between dancing and frolicking) and watched your sister get down :) You were so tired, it was well past your bedtime, but you didn't fuss. I told Daddy, Jude, you weren't going to get the real experience of an outdoor concert atmoshphere because all of Daddy's police buddies kept stopping by and talking... no one around us was going to light up a concert blunt with police kept dropping by hee/hee You both had a blast and were sweet little angels.
Once we returned home, Jude, you were so tired. Mommy nursed you and put you to bed. Sister Kelly got you, Bodhi, dressed in your pj's and ready to watch the fireworks. Daddy got the fire going and the Governor passed out sundaes and chicken nuggets as a special treat :)- Bodhi, you did not last. The loud booms had you all upset, you burried your head in Daddy's shoulder, so he took you inside and put you to bed. We all then moved the party over to Grandmoo's yard so we could actually see the fireworks. Sister Kelly made Mommy feel super guilty because we had you, Bodhi, up and watching fireworks when you were Jude's age, and Jude, Mommy just put you to bed :( Bodhi, you loved the fireworks last year, and after watching for about 20 minutes, Mommy couldn't take it and asked Franky to run across the street and get you Jude man up to participate in your first fireworks. However, Daddy was sitting inside checking on you two while the rest of us were watching fireworks, and he told Franky that you, Jude were passed out. So, you didn't get to see fireworks this year, and if you are like your sister, you won't enjoy them next year. Mommy feels super guilty.
The best part of the firework show in Kokomo, is watching all the people and traffic afterwards. We all sat on the front porch and watched several near wrecks, and listened to some crazy people that live on the alley scream and fight. Franky, Sister Kelly, and the Governor decided to walk down to the end of the street to see if they could see what was going on, and just as they left the porch (Mommy stayed sitting on the porch with Mr. Murff), a crazy barefoot drunk guy came running/staggering toward them. He was so drunk and had obviously just got in a fight (he was bleeding and running as people were yelling at him from down the road). He said he was ok and "didn't need shit, but had to take a shit." He hid in our side yard like a ninja, up against Vincent's house (we were all stunned and waiting for him to take a poo). Franky sounded his police alarm on his cell phone and Daddy came out to see what was going on and the dude mumbled "God Bless you all, it's just another Friday, I'll be ok in the morning." Mommy couldn't help but to snort the whole time. Our street is always the center of all craziness after the firework show. We use to be able to sit in the backyard and look straight up to watch the fireworks, but then they decided to move them, so now we have to watch from Grandmoo's house across the street. The first year we had several friends from "Lucas Home Furnishings" over, along with the whole family, and as we were telling, I believe Aunt Nettie, how horrible our neighborhood was, she replied "oh no, it's not that bad," and at that moment a gun shot went sounded, people started screaming and running, and the police were out chasing hee/hee Needless to say, all of our friends were afraid to walk to their cars :)- Our street use to get blocked off and only people who lived on our street could drive down it, so Aunt Nettie and her husband, Uncle Denny and Tracy Broens, Aunt Kathy Hunter and her husband, all parked several streets away, so they walked swiftly and with thier gaurd up hee/hee
Mr. Murff Update:
Mommy has failed to mention the status of our fuzzy man Mr. Murff. Mr. Murff's Orthopedic Specialist/Surgeon recently consulted with a radiologist and some other doggy experts, and he concluded that Mr. Murff suffers from mild generative arthritis in his tarsals/and all his joints. Originally, the Orthopedic Specialist could not find anything wrong with Mr. Murff from the blood work, x-rays, and other tests he conducted on Mr. Murff. He was also baffled by Mr. Murff's early "puppihood" diagnosis that his "hip-ball-socket-thingy" was not fully formed, stating that he could see no issues past or present with Mr. Murff's hips. Wow! We still do not have a diagnosis as to why Mr. Murff's paws occasionally go numb and bend under or invert (to the point we thought he'd break his own leg) and the shaking of his entire body. So, we are going with Grandmoo's diagnosis, Mr. Murff has something neurologically wrong with him. Mr. Murff's shaking abruptly stopped a couple of months ago and then he could hardly stand up or walk. To the point, as previously mentioned in earlier entries, we thought it would be best to put him down :( However, Mr. Murff's Orthopedic Specialist has supplied us with a large amount of the strongest pain medication and strict instructions to get the weight off Mr. Murff as quickly as possible. He believes Mr. Murff, if he rests while on the pain meds and looses a great deal of weight, most of his issues will go away. However, if his condition doesn't improve, he'll have to take daily arthritis medications. Mommy is so thankful that Grandmoo suggested that we take him to a specialist. However, Grandmoo thought it would provide Mommy with the closure I needed to put Mr. Murff to sleep. We are both happy to hear that there is still hope for Mr. Murff, and Grandmoo is especially happy that Mr. Murff is at least on super potentate pain pills because she believes he has neurological issues compounding the arthritis, so though she is hopeful that Mr. Murff will improve, she is prepared for bad news (as is Mommy).
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| Our family picnic concert in the park (Foster Park) :) The lead singer sounded just like Willy Nelson, a childhood favorite of Mommy's! Great Papaw Grills and GiGi use to listen to Willy when Mommy was a wee lil' girl :) |
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| Bodhi enjoying her Cherios with Grandmoo this morning :) |
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| Jude man enjoying his first outdoor concert :) |
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| Bodhi, Sister Kelly made you some "sticky note jewelary" for you to sport at the outdoor concert hee/hee |
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| Buddha tapping Mommy's cell phone on the snack jar to the beat of the music. |
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| Flower Child :) |
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| Buddha still playing :) None of Michael's friends could believe how big you are for your age :)- |
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| Bodhi getting down :) You LOVE music and you LOVE to dance!! |
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| Bodhi, you can't resist playing in the dirt... you tried pulling up a tree root for several minutes! |
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| Concert Bodhi |
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| Bodhi, you love to spread dandelion seeds everytime you play outside |
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| JuJu enjoying a concert treat! |
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| Bodhi pole dancing... I don't think so lil' Missy! |
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| Fireworks... Sorry Juders, this is all you have to remember your first firework show |
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| "OOooooh AAaaaaaah!" Just kidding, Mommy had them pose :) |
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| After firework traffic... the van in the picture just about ran over the sidewalk to get around the cars in front of them! |
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