tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243830442024-03-14T00:59:45.277-07:00Owen HomeA Place to Celebrate Family Milestones, Interesting Conversations, and Everyday EventsJane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.comBlogger440125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-92133944278880225302019-10-06T14:15:00.002-07:002019-10-06T14:15:40.003-07:00Move In Day, September 25Move In Day<br />
September 25, 2019<br />
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I'm not sure it was the wisest thing because I cannot look back at all of the fun things my kids say easily. When I get my yearly reminders I see them but that's all.<br />
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Here's a picture of the kids from January at Elsie's soccer game. I find that I am clinging to every moment now that I have a child that is going to graduate high school in May. Oddly, I am not sad. I cannot pinpoint the feeling. I am not sad because the future is exciting. But, at the same time the change in our family unit is powerful. It's powerful but it's natural. I hope I handle it well. I savor these moments of togetherness.<br />
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<br />Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-69038631320767737142016-01-02T21:50:00.003-08:002016-01-02T21:50:54.897-08:00Happy New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy 2016! Our family about 12:30 am on the 1st.</div>
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"Momma, now that I know what it means, it kinda annoys me when people say, LED light. LED means light emitting diode. So, light emitting diode light? That isn't right."<br />
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<br />Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-8383374195861336082015-10-04T10:28:00.003-07:002015-10-04T10:28:56.342-07:00A Life Lesson from THomasThomas: "Momma, I've learned a life lesson."<br />
Momma: "Oh. What's that?"<br />
Thomas: "So far, the one life lesson that I've learned is this: 'Never expect anything.'"<br />
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<br />Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-46701572707107461002015-10-02T03:49:00.001-07:002015-10-02T03:49:14.318-07:00Dying for cooler weatherMy kids say weird things in Florida. We've lived in Florida a little over a year. I thought my kids would love it but my kids are continually underhandedly complaining about living here. Just this morning...<br />
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14 year old: "Hey Momma, is anyone going to die this year?"<br />
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<br />14 year old: "Well, if they live somewhere else and they die this year we may be able to go somewhere with cooler weather."<br />
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Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-28156809882200880752015-02-25T11:56:00.003-08:002015-02-25T11:56:52.122-08:00Paperclips and Vocabulary<br />"Momma, I'm extremely fond of bending paperclips." (T)<br />
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"Well, it's just the words you used. You didn't just say, I like to bend paperclips." (M)<br />
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"Oh. That's because I've decided I am going to start using more of the vocabulary that I see in the books I read." (T)<br />
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Conversation with Thomas on the walk home from school.<br />
Thomas, age 9<br />
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Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-25959472713533272842015-01-09T12:25:00.000-08:002015-01-09T12:25:12.303-08:00High Five!(Elsie) Hey! Don't slap me!<br />
(Thomas) I wasn't slapping you. I was high-fiving you.<br />
(Momma)Where were you high-fiving her?<br />
(Thomas) On her leg.Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-42464502830855671932014-12-22T07:10:00.002-08:002014-12-22T07:10:23.130-08:00I'm Shrinking"Momma is shrinking. Jonathan is now taller than her."<br />
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Elsie, Age 7Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-40896399617709239212014-12-20T20:42:00.003-08:002014-12-20T20:42:44.904-08:00Holiday Festivities at School<h3 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
One exceptional Santa and three exceptional kids.</h3>
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David before his musical performance.</h3>
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Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-47471445212067012472014-12-11T07:36:00.002-08:002014-12-11T07:36:48.641-08:00Sounds suspicious to meMomma: "What are you doing, Elsie?"<br />
Elsie: "Nothing you need to know about."<br />
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Elsie, 12/10/14, age 7Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-77724188626670010242014-11-13T20:19:00.002-08:002014-11-13T20:19:22.363-08:00Chess Players for PresidentJonathan (13 yrs) "Instead of a presidential election, they should just have a chess match."<br />
Momma: "Do you think winning at chess is a good indication of a good president?"<br />
Jonathan: "Well, there would be a lot less wars."Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-4060252199590468512014-06-09T21:27:00.000-07:002014-06-09T21:27:25.028-07:00We're related"You know what the strangest thing in the world is? I am related to people I do not relate to."<br />
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Jonathan, Age13Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-2402577603610489362014-05-20T07:52:00.001-07:002014-05-20T07:52:35.805-07:00Loud"I like loud. It is my happy place."<br />
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Thomas, age 9Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-29243026598287078982014-05-15T22:15:00.001-07:002014-05-15T22:15:35.961-07:00Super Hero DayThis week is spirit week at Thomas and Elsie's school. Tomorrow is Super Hero Day. Elsie cannot think of anything she wants to wear, despite my suggestions.<br />
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"Momma, I only know of two super heroes and I cannot dress like them. The only two real super heroes I know are God and Jesus."<br />
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Elsie, Age 6Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-45647035510989086252014-01-31T09:16:00.003-08:002014-01-31T09:16:32.268-08:00Icing"Sometimes I look at the snow on the front yards as icing on the cake." David (age 10)Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-53500250503692246442014-01-15T09:22:00.001-08:002014-01-15T09:22:58.401-08:00Gross StuffYesterday David (age 10) brought home a form from school for me to sign about the S.H.A.R.E (Sexuality, Health, and Responsiblity Education) Program at school.<br />
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"You have to sign this. I don't want to go to it." (David)<br />
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"Why not?" (Momma)<br />
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"Because Daddy already talked to me about all of that gross stuff and I don't want to talk about it at school." (David)Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-41534743538266608622014-01-11T11:50:00.002-08:002014-01-11T11:50:22.593-08:00Do not wake me upDavid and Jonathan share a room.<br />
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"David, do <em>not </em>wake me up in the morning. And if you do, <em>RUN</em>."<br />
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Jonathan (age 12)Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-32146534273736486952013-12-30T16:46:00.002-08:002013-12-30T16:46:45.882-08:00The Restroom"Some people call the bathroom a restroom. It's a restroom because it is somewhere moms can go to rest away from their kids."<br />
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David (age 10)Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-74124775858454522612013-12-26T21:18:00.001-08:002013-12-26T21:19:11.235-08:00Christmas 2013Christmas was wonderful- full of smiles and lots of laughter. I am very thankful for my family.<br />
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Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-56827084804619178452013-12-09T13:17:00.001-08:002013-12-09T13:17:23.067-08:00I love Math"I love Math because it is the only place where buying 64 watermelons is acceptable." <br />
Jonathan (age 12)Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-61484425599967244602013-12-02T08:30:00.000-08:002013-12-02T08:30:03.598-08:00Half StupidElsie: "Daddy, Thomas said I am stupidish."<br />
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Elsie: "So, that means he is saying I am half stupid."Jane Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10080114435686228615noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24383044.post-37994444922808945212013-11-30T22:56:00.002-08:002013-11-30T22:56:09.742-08:00Iron Bowl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What a game! Wish it had not ended that way... but we still love our Tide.</div>
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