tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post5865346182809348363..comments2011-08-11T17:17:36.052-06:00Comments on Adventures of an Orange Sock and a Blue Prince: My day so farlizroxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05895050916408498048noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-49748950771213837622008-03-20T21:33:00.000-06:002008-03-20T21:33:00.000-06:00Brian once tried to go stargazing out by the shore...Brian once tried to go stargazing out by the shores of the Great Salt Lake. It was really dark (no streetlights) and while we were setting up the telescope, we could suddenly hear cows. Lots of them . . . somewhere. Our logical minds knew that they were probably penned in a nearby field, but the fact that we couldn't see them gave us the jibblies. So, I can totally see where Bella's coming from.<BR/><BR/>As for kids and their amazing ability to injure themselves: it's uncanny, ain't it? Today, Eleanor was running down the sidewalk, and landed flat on her face, scraping up her little nose. On the way home, she said she would "run slowly" -- and she did, jogging in slow-motion (it was hysterical). But then she still managed to trip and land on her face AGAIN. Wow.Brookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06949700159593843060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8511329241422454.post-79606080225552632602008-03-18T21:38:00.000-06:002008-03-18T21:38:00.000-06:00That is one cranky looking babe. Cows are scary, I...That is one cranky looking babe. <BR/><BR/>Cows are scary, I'll have you know. All of that mooing? And the udders?? *shudders*<BR/><BR/>:)Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08175894138510047787noreply@blogger.com