{"id":695,"date":"2009-12-07T23:09:00","date_gmt":"2009-12-08T04:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/monday-december-7-2009\/"},"modified":"2009-12-07T23:09:00","modified_gmt":"2009-12-08T04:09:00","slug":"monday-december-7-2009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/monday-december-7-2009\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday December 7, 2009"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I feel technologically challenged tonight.   I still have no idea why the links didn&#8217;t work two posts ago (if anyone has any ideas let me know).  I tried to re-do them and they still didn&#8217;t work.  <\/p>\n<p>But I DID find out why the photos aren&#8217;t showing up in my photoblog.  So they are there now.  Well, most of them.  I got really tired of clicking on each picture and saying, &#8220;show in photoblog&#8221; so I gave up after the snow and banquet pictures and will try another link.  Why do I not feel terribly optimistic about this?  If you want to see photos of David&#8217;s family gathering at Thanksgiving try <a href=\"http:\/\/www.facebook.com\/album.php?aid=2028288&#038;id=1063820214&#038;l=6dde0ee983\" rel=\"nofollow\">this.<\/a><br \/>I think you should be able to view the album without having a facebook account.  At least other people are able to do things like that so we&#8217;ll see if I am smart enough to figure that out or not.  <\/p>\n<p>And since I&#8217;m being brave enough (or idiotic whichever the case may be) to try linking things when links are obviously not working for me, my sister posted the video clip I referred to yesterday.  You can view it  <a href=\"http:\/\/twofus-1.xanga.com\/717805196\/thanksgiving-recap\/\">here.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Today I was at my mom&#8217;s house for a super yummy chef salad, iced tea, and apple pie a la mode.  And then she kept the boys while I set up another checking account and made some returns.  Yes, that does mean I walked in and out of stores rapidly and I only undid my own seat belt at every stop.  Meanwhile my mom was being #1 grandma and helping Adam make a snowman in their enormous five inches of beautiful snow and letting Liam stay up since he didn&#8217;t want to take a nap and played happily.  How much better can life get?<\/p>\n<p>I felt so rejuvenated by the time I picked up the boys again.  I think the boys were sweeter from all the doting, too and we had the nicest trip to Walmart I can remember in a long time.  Adam helped to get groceries and did not complain or beg for anything besides apples and clementines.  What mom is going to complain about that?  Liam begged for &#8220;aaaa, aaaa, aaa&#8217;s&#8221; so we bought a bag of gala apples and one sole red delicious apple because Adam has been begging for &#8220;an apple that is entirely red&#8221; for many weeks.  As soon as we got home he wanted to know where his &#8220;yummy red&#8221; was. (Get it? Red Delicious? <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/s.xanga.com\/images\/laughing.gif\" width=\"15\" border=\"0\" \/> )  I have this bad habit of thinking stuff like that is so funny and calling it by his new name jokingly and after awhile the name sticks and I wake up to the fact that he is not speaking proper English.  Like the fact that he&#8217;s been getting &#8220;bednight snacks&#8221; now for the last few years.  Think, Michelle.  Think.  Last week his Sunday School teacher from the previous year gave him McDonald&#8217;s gift certificates and a box of jolly ranchers.  He had no idea what jolly ranchers are and had the hardest time remembering the correct name.  For the next two days he kept asking hesitantly for his &#8220;jolly wrappers.&#8221; I love watching his brain spin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I feel technologically challenged tonight. 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