Past Lives

The blog has mostly turned into a forum for posting cute kid pictures (which I will do in a bit)...but just out of curiousity, do you believe in reincarnation or past lives?

I often get "vibes" about certain things and so here is what I have concluded:

1)In a former life/soul, I lived near the water....
2)In my former past, I had something to do with bridges. Built them, designed them, who knows.

3)I think you can look at a new baby and determine if they are an old soul or a new soul. Some just seem wise when they are born.

Sorry, that wasn't too in-depth, just some random thoughts.

One more thought for you, what do you think about nudist Olympics? I guess back in the day, the Olympics were done sans clothing. Rumor has it there is a group here in the US trying to get the Olympics to go back to the nudy days. Can you imagine? Gymnastics? Track and Field? I suppose the ratings would go up but I suppose you would have to have cable to actually watch them.

That would be my belt wrapped around the monkey--twice. No more organic food for her--she is going on a strict diet of peanut butter and Twinkies. Gotta put some fat on that kid.

"So Kendall, what did you think of that food mom made us tonight? Yeah, me too, I thought it was icksy."

This was the reason digital cameras was invented. You can take 48 pictures and still none of them has either child smiling and looking at the camera.

My hunt for the red bellied infant.

Why didn't I think of that? Cute kid's shirts

Ka-Koons. Heaven. Sunny Days.

If you get the chance, head to the Reading Terminal Market in Downtown Philadelphia. Seriously. 70 Varieties of food = Heaven = Yummy.

No really, the best part is the Amish section. I tell you what, those Amish know how to bake. And the girls that work there are just amazingly beautiful. I had cinnamon rolls and homemade oatmeal cream pies. I had to resist the buttermilk and shoo-fly pies. Please spread some of my ashes in the Reading Terminal Market.

The only bummer part of going to Philadelphia is that next weekend is the Olympic Gymnastic trials and I am going to miss them. Who says Stem Cells and balance beams don't mix?

A couple of pictures of carbohydrate heaven.

Some people call them cinnamon rolls, I call them crack cocaine.

Now on to the Ka-Koons. So you know, kids say the darndest things. Juice boxes are sandboxes at our house. And well, Raccoons are Ka-Koons. So we are sitting there, I am busy feeding the monkeys and Mason just starts SQUEALLLLING.....out on the deck is mama Ka-Koon....fat as can be circling our grill. So I watch her for a bit and then off she goes. A few minutes go by and what do I see, two baby Ka-koons hissing at me (nice little rhyme). Up in the tree, at arms reach, is this sad little duo. Who says nothing exciting happens in the suburbs??

Check out the kiddos at the park......

Life is good.

Shake your booty

Sorry, it has been awhile. Busy times....

I promise after this next week, I will add more pictures/videos/content. I am off to Philadelphia for some nerd love...for the International Stem Cell Research meetings....many of the great minds of our generation will be there (seriously.)