WWF Sapp Style!

Just a Warning...

...to let you all know:

Just because your 2-year old only has a few clear words and cannot repeat the new ones you try to teach him everyday, does not mean that he cannot repeat the words, "Oh, shoot!" over and over again after Daddy utters them.

"You mean that's not OK?"


"If I smile really cute, though, will that get me off the hook?"


Like father, like son!

Having 2 Kids Saves You Money

I know that this seems impossible, but let me tell you--its so true!

We have been in the house all week, avoiding the rain and the last minute Christmas shoppers. So today, I decided that I would be a girl-scout and head out into the drizzle with my 2 sweet babies for a little "Mommy-needs-to-shop-at-Target" time. Well, after our first stop at the snack cafe and $2.50 later for nachos and drink, we were off looking for.......? Where is my list? I know I had it, because I was writing it in the van as I drove here. (Don't judge me--I've seen you on your cell phone, too)

No problem. I can wing it! I am after all, a well-educated woman, who happens to have 2 sweet babies with me.

Then the choking began--on nachos, nonetheless. Chips and cheese are flying in all directions, while shouts of "Juice, juice" can be heard aisles away. The incident only lasted a few moments, but the repercussions will last for the next 45 mintes while I attempt to remember what was on my list.

So, Garrett is crying because the incident was somewhat traumatic, and now Charlotte is crying and gnawing at her fingers. My comment of "well if you won't nurse now, I guess you'll be hungry by the time we get home" is now coming back to bite me.

At this point, I remember that I needed tissue paper and toss some onto the cart--I couldn't even pull out my calculator to determine which package's 'cost-per-sheet' was better. No, I had to purchase this package because it now has nacho cheese on it, as does everything within a 5-foot radius of us. Which means that I am now buying the little red and green sacks for treats located next to the tissue paper.

Meanwhile, Charlotte (who is typically a very quiet baby), is crying, "Mama, Mama" while sucking on 3 fingers at a time. She will continue until we leave. All the while strangers are commenting, "Someone isn't happy!" YOU THINK!?

Back to Nacho-Boy.....he has run out of juice and there is cheese all over his shirt--which we all know marks the end of the world, or even worse--my "mommy-needs-to-shop-at-Target-time."

So, we got out of Target for about $10.00--including our nacho lunch!

What we want for Christmas

Garrett--I asked Garrett today what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas. He doesn't fully understand the whole "Santa brings presents" thing yet. But, what Garrett is really into right now, apparently came to mind. He quickly responded with, "Toothpaste!" Which is good news, because Santa filled our stockings early this year, and amazingly enough, remembered toothpaste. So, Garrett should not be disappointed this year--he got all he asked for.

Charlotte--Its hard to say what she wants for Christmas. Just about anything Brother has or does is all right with her! That being said, they will both share a play kitchen this year. Which, I must admit, is much nicer than Mommy's kitchen!

Randy--Daddy, on the other hand, got his present early yesterday morning. Charlotte was sitting on our bed with me when Randy came out of the bathroom. Like on cue, Charlotte said, "Da-Da!" Randy was so excited! (For the record though, she says "Ma-Ma" all the time!)

Me--I would like, more than anything, a date with my husband. I'm talkin' dinner, movie, coffee--the whole nine yards! Other than that, I'm pretty much set! I have beautiful, healthy babies and a wonderful husband (who is on Christmas break--and joyfully working on my honey-do list every night!). How could I possibly ask for anything more?

A Season for Giving

Christmas is the season for giving. Garrett understands this concept.

This morning, he came running towards me with his index finger pointed out saying, "Big boog, big boog!"

Garrett, you could have kept that gift!

I got my own....Favorite Foto Friday

Donald Trump ain't got nothin' on her

According to Wikipedia a "comb-over" or "combover" is a hairstyle worn by bald or balding men in which the hair on one side of the head is grown long and then combed over the bald area to minimize the display of baldness. Here is a prime example:

Charlotte is having a similar hairstyle going on these days. I'm not sure how it happened, but she has a long section in the front and a long section in the back. I find myself tugging on both sections in the mornings trying to get them to meet and be contained by a bow. I thought nothing of this until a complete stranger said to me this weekend, "Oh, how cute--she has a little comb-over!" I smiled very sweetly, but all the while I wanted to say really ugly things to that woman! Anyway, I guess that's what it is. Maybe she'll learn Donald's business strategies, too!

But, doesn't it look lovely with a bow?

"Sittin' by the dock of the bay..."

This is the view from Granny and Papa's house on the lake where we spent the last few days.







We enjoyed a few days of relaxing and visiting with family.

Garrett and Granny made some cookies together. There was more flour on the floor than in the bowl. At one time, I caught him sneaking handfuls of brown sugar out of the bag into his mouth!

Daddy, Garrett, and Papa did some fishing, but mostly chased ducks with the boat. That was Garrett's favorite part! Every time he woke up from nap he said, "Boat."

Garrett also got an early Christmas present--a tractor with a trailer. That is right up his alley!

Three generations of Sapp men.

Susanne, Aunt Carolyn, and Uncle Wayne came bearing gifts and hugs for the kids.

Garrett had to bring home Daddy's nearly 30-year-old bear. He hugged and hugged it. Randy was happier about that than Garrett, I think!

In all, it was a great trip--oh, yeah, except for the flat tire in Ghetto-ville ATL at 10:00 at night on the way home. A little scary for me, as I sat there with one finger on the SEND button on my phone that I had already typed 911 into. God really protected us, though. We were able to stay in ATL at Granny and Papa's other house for the night and get a new tire the next morning.

Things I never would have said 5 years ago...

-We don't kick people in the head

-Vegetables will help you poop

-Mommy doesn't put her spoon in her pocket

-Don't step on your sister

-Pencils do not belong in your nose

-Who pooped?

-Did you put the phone in the trash?

-Say 'excuse me' if you toot-toot

-We don't sit on the dog

-Don't put corn in your ear

-Plates do not belong on our heads

-We can only spit after we brush our teeth

-Don't put your shoes in your mouth

-Don't wipe boogers on Mommy's pants


What have you said lately?

The longest day of the week

Let me tell you why today was the longest day ever:

1. Mama Cook, who is now back home in Indiana, had been visiting us for 2 weeks which means 1 extra set of hands around the house is now gone;

2. Daddy had 2 days off last week plus the weekend, but has now taken his extra set of hands back to work;

3. Charlotte got up at 4:45 this morning;

4. Garrett got up at 5:15 this morning;

5. Both chil'ren decided that today would be an only 45-minute nap day;

6. It was entirely too cold to run errands with 2 chil'ren;

7. Daddy has class on Monday nights and doesn't get home until 10:00 pm;

8. Charlotte has 2 teeth that have begun to break through--which means a lot of fun for nursing!

9. I did at least 6 loads of laundry, which are now piled up on my bed to be folded once the chil'ren are asleep.


Let me tell you how we survived:
1. Polar Express
2. Polar Express
3. Polar Express
4. 6:45 pm bedtime!

Can anyone relate?