tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16681395793451498012024-03-21T18:15:57.782-04:00Snakesmom Crazy Kids Cartoon ArtSnakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-1780933751469780512011-07-23T20:31:00.000-04:002011-07-23T20:31:08.447-04:00Trip To The ZooWhen you have teenage twins there is one thing you can be sure of and that is there is always going to be jokes, pranks and plenty of laughs.<br />
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I had to make a cartoon of one of the many jokes that Jake and his twin sister have said to each other and I hope you get a laugh out of it too. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope everyone is having a safe and FUN summer despite this heat wave!! :) </div>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-81750824515897301752011-06-19T12:42:00.000-04:002011-06-19T12:42:38.166-04:00Happy Father's Day!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A little cartoon for all the great dads out there! :P</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/my_hero_is_my_dad_poem_necklace-177011495642120804?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/my_hero_is_my_dad_poem_necklace-177011495642120804?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-63598373232696641852011-06-19T12:37:00.000-04:002011-06-19T12:37:35.567-04:00Summer Means Crazy Family Reunions!!Summer is finally here and you know what that means, graduation parties, family reunions and all those crazy family get togethers. <br />
It had me thinking how much fun it would be to make a humorous family cartoon to celebrate such occasions and have people wondering just which little crazy cartoon was them! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wishing you and your entire family wonderful summer weather, family fun & lifetime memories.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. Make sure to take lots of pictures and videos!!</div>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-70825864286177987902011-06-02T13:00:00.000-04:002011-06-02T13:00:38.845-04:00Schools Almost Out! Twins Taking Drivers Training!School is almost out for summer break... YIPEE! Thanks to all the great teachers out there that do try to make a difference in their students lives, you are appreciated.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/caution_new_driver_bumper_sticker-p12864981249162708083h9_225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/caution_new_driver_bumper_sticker-p12864981249162708083h9_225.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/caution_new_driver_bumper_sticker-128649812491627080?gl=Safety4Me&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/caution_new_driver_bumper_sticker-128649812491627080?gl=Safety4Me&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't say I did not warn you all about my crazy twins taking to the roads. lol</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/new_driver_tshirt-235977530113196986?gl=Safety4Me&view=front_a_s_036521&group=mens&lifestyle=fashion&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/new_driver_tshirt-235977530113196986?gl=Safety4Me&view=front_a_s_036521&group=mens&lifestyle=fashion&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am very curious to see how having more freedom to roam will turn out between Jake and his twin sister, I think I have always wondered about the days of them becoming adults and if they will remain as close as they have through these early childhood days. I am betting that even with the ability to have more space from each other, they will each choose to stay close to one another, that is my hope at least.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I will keep you all informed about the funny adventures that come from twins going through drivers training.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Speaking of, what is your funniest memory of drivers training? </div>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-2967798065786307182011-05-13T13:51:00.000-04:002011-05-13T13:51:41.770-04:00Summer Road TripsThis past weekend I had the pleasure of driving three out of my four kids across town and I realized that even though they are growing up, they are just as bad in the car as when they were toddlers. One was in the back seat trying to tell me a good story about school, one was interupting the entire time to get her two cents in from the other back seat and the one in the front (Jake) was changing the radio station ever two seconds trying to find a song then cranking up the volume once he did! <br />
I did have a little smile on my face though, thinking back on all the times my own mother used to yell at my sister and I telling us "I hope someday when you have kids they drive you as nuts as you two drive me!"<br />
LOL, you win mom... paybacks!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/family_road_trip_cartoon_tshirt-p2352362506524837131f52_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/family_road_trip_cartoon_tshirt-p2352362506524837131f52_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/family_road_trip_cartoon_tshirt-235236250652483713?gl=SnakesMom&group=mens&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/family_road_trip_cartoon_tshirt-235236250652483713?gl=SnakesMom&group=mens&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>You know I had to race home and create a family cartoon to showcase these moments we all have seem to have had. I hope this story brings back some good family car moments for you too!Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-1041224210115872382011-05-09T09:10:00.000-04:002011-05-09T09:10:55.580-04:00Gardening With GrampsFor my Mother's Day yesterday I took flowers over to my mom and she needed help on her computer so the kids needed to find something to do, which landed them outside with gramps to work in the garden.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/grandpas_garden_cartoon_tshirt-235339014420965335?group=mens&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/grandpas_garden_cartoon_tshirt-235339014420965335?group=mens&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Let's just say say the "help" was not such great help in the garden and gramps had them in the house pretty quickly to play a game of Wii bowling instead. It was probably a good thing though since it was another chance for grandpa to beat them down on a video game. :) Too funny!Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-38799404699383582762011-05-04T13:51:00.000-04:002011-05-04T13:53:32.467-04:00Mr. Innocent<span lang="EN"> When my son Jake was about eight or nine years old he had a pretty good philosophy and that was: “whatever it was, it wasn’t me.”<br />
I even joked and called him the “wasn’t me man” for a few years.<br />
Good thing this did not last long but those days were pretty funny since he was a master at crafting his words skillfully to talk his way out of things he and his twin sister had done. <br />
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I love how kids are always picking up new things and using them to their advantage, too bad it usually comes back on us parents like it does though. <br />
Have your kids pulled the wool over your eyes lately?</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-4243734183611514792011-04-30T14:27:00.000-04:002011-04-30T14:27:57.437-04:00ZigZag Zeal<span lang="EN"> My son Jake is a football player.<br />
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Youth football is crazy, you never know what you will see at these games. I have seen crazy dad’s who yell at their sons in front of the whole team, trying to re-live some crazy fantasy of their youth. I am always shocked at the parents more then the kids, if you ever need a good lesson in good & very bad parenting go watch a youth football game. Anyway, back to my football story...<br />
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I love sitting there in the stands watching Jake play even though I am a nervous wreck thinking about what injury is he going to get today the entire time. I love to watch Jake zigzag down the field with such determination and I smile when his teammates offer a hand to get up after a tough play. I love to hear his name over the loud speaker when he has a great play, especially love hearing other parents say “keep your eye on number 45, he is good.” <br />
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I loved watching Jake's twin sister on the sidelines cheering for the team, she was a great cheerleader. She was the “flyer”, you know the girl who gets thrown up in the air and relies on other young girls to catch her also known as the give-mom-a-heart-attack landings. She quit the cheer team last year but that’s okay, I love sitting in the stands with her where I know she is safe.<br />
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I love that my youngest daughter always looks for Jake on the field, is the first to run to him and hug him after the game and that even though he is a teenager he remembers to hug her back.<br />
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My favorite football memories of all though is when they have a really tough loss and my son Jake comes out of the locker room and walks back to the car with me slowly because he is so sore and tells me how he much fun he had. That alone is reason enough to love the game of football.</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-90272416189785068372011-04-29T15:27:00.000-04:002011-04-29T15:27:16.284-04:00Yielding Yes-man<span lang="EN"> My son Jake likes to call himself the “ladies man.”<br />
Mom thinks he is more of a yielding “yes-man” thanks to growing up with three bossy sisters. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_do_as_she_says_tshirt-p2354521803278464082mr37_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_do_as_she_says_tshirt-p2354521803278464082mr37_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/i_do_as_she_says_tshirt-235452180327846408?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/i_do_as_she_says_tshirt-235452180327846408?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>One thing is for sure, my son Jake has been enrolled in a dealing-with-women-boot-camp his entire life. Thankfully, his sisters will always be around, just in case Jake does end up with a bossy wife… I am sure they will step in and let her know that is entirely their job and to stand down.</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-84129975575136877092011-04-28T15:30:00.000-04:002011-04-28T15:30:01.776-04:00XoXoXoXo<span lang="EN"> Hugs and Kisses. <br />
There is nothing like a hug when you are hurt or sad. <br />
Nothing even comes close.<br />
A hug from Jake or his sisters can truly turn my whole day around.<br />
It still brings tears to my eyes when I think back to all the times Jake would get scared of something and run to me with his arms straight up in the air, huge tears running down his cheeks from those big brown eyes, saying “momma, momma, momma” the whole way to me. <br />
I often wish I had a magic wand I could wave to get even one of those moments back, but I don’t. <br />
I always thought it was so funny how I could pick him up, give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and like magic the tears went away and it was back to playtime. Kind of made me feel like I had the magic touch! <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/love_my_cry_baby_boy_necklace-p177287953646988167x2uwp_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/love_my_cry_baby_boy_necklace-p177287953646988167x2uwp_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/love_my_cry_baby_boy_necklace-177287953646988167?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/love_my_cry_baby_boy_necklace-177287953646988167?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Now that Jake is almost grown and very unlikely as a teenager to ever run to me screaming "momma, momma, momma" with his arms in the air, I can only carry these cherished memories in my heart. <br />
Have you hugged someone today?</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-79756276058499858132011-04-27T14:40:00.000-04:002011-04-27T14:40:27.867-04:00Womb Wars<span lang="EN"> Years ago during my twin pregnancy, I ended up having five ultrasounds before the babies were finally born and a very funny thing was going on in each of those ultrasounds.<br />
I like to call it the “womb wars” because during all of those doctor visits, staring at the little screen I always layed there watching my two little precious babies literally beating on each other. They were not messing around in there either, it was like something you would see on a WWF episode.<br />
I remember being paranoid that they would be born all bruised up or with black and blue eyes, I even asked the doctor if it was possible for them to hurt each other, which she quickly told me to stop worrying and that they would be fine. <br />
Jake’s twin sister must have won all those womb wars because even though he was born a full 31 minutes earlier then her, she was the boss long before her arrival.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/custom_a_princess_like_me_cartoon_speckcase-176330345716649067?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/custom_a_princess_like_me_cartoon_speckcase-176330345716649067?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Jake is about four inches taller then his twin these days but every once in awhile when she gets that little twinkle in her eye, he is still smart enough to take cover! </span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-59859672974948680492011-04-26T13:51:00.000-04:002011-04-26T13:51:39.109-04:00Vivacious Valor<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"><strong>Vi·va·cious</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>active, lively, animated, spirited and full of life</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"><strong>Val·or</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>bold, determined, heroic, courage and brave</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Two words which describe my twins accurately.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both have shown courage while others folded.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both are spirited, full of life and can make you smile when you feel like all hope is gone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Both have stood up for strangers whenever they felt a person simply needed a friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/girl_boy_twins_love_ornament-175283707967440926?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/girl_boy_twins_love_ornament-175283707967440926?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">My twins are my heroes and I am very proud of them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> They are more loved then they will ever know or sadly that I can ever explain in my writings.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My oldest daughter and youngest daughter also have many unique qualities I am very proud of, they are mom's heroes too but this post is dedicated to my twins.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who are the heroes in your life?</div>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-77965966353607888182011-04-25T12:48:00.000-04:002011-04-27T14:43:21.375-04:00Unexpected Unbelievable Ultrasound<span lang="EN"> Finding out that you are going to have twins is very exciting, especially when you are five months pregnant and not expecting it at all, like me.<br />
I was big, very big but the doctor thought the reason I was so big was because my first baby was nearly ten pounds at birth. Yes, you read that right. Imagine my surprise having such a large first baby. Anyway…<br />
When the big day finally came around to have the ultrasound I was so excited and when I got up on the ultrasound table the technician looked down at me and said “let’s start with baby A.”<br />
I laughed at her and replied “I know I am huge but I am not having twins, just one huge baby.” <br />
She laughed and said “okay, well let’s take a look” while she put the cold gel on the giant bulge that used to be my tummy. “Yes, your having twins, this is baby A and this is baby B.”<br />
I just laid there looking at the screen in disbelief and excitement then said calmly “can you tell me the sex of each of the babies if you can see it.”<br />
The ultrasound tech started laughing hysterically.<br />
“Are you kidding me, is there three?” I said.<br />
She stops laughing finally and explains to me that the very moment I had asked the sex of the babies, baby A had been in the right place at the right time, making it very obvious to her that I was going to have a JAKE! She then told me that baby B was going to be a girl, which was a little harder to figure out since thankfully, girls have a way of being a little more discreet.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/red_bird_with_babies_art_mousepad-144672204525788315?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/red_bird_with_babies_art_mousepad-144672204525788315?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Looking back it is hard to believe that was fifteen years ago, one of the best moments of my life.<br />
Have you ever had a unbelievable or unexpected gift from God that changed your entire life?</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-70042276419788606582011-04-23T13:25:00.000-04:002011-04-23T13:25:19.632-04:00The Toybox Torture<span lang="EN"> When Jake and his twin sister were a little over a year old, she came up with a pretty good trick, she would begin the day by using a step stool and climbing into the tall toybox to perch herself on top of the pile of toys until lunchtime. She was smart enough to figure out that if she sat there on top of all the toys that she had all the power, she alone could decide what and if Jake played with for the entire day. She could also bark off orders to Jake to go and retrieve anything she might need that was not inside of the toybox, trust me she had the power that he would in fact scurry off to get anything she asked for. <br />
I was always quite surprised that Jake put up with this kind of monarchy like he did but there really was no way that he would have had the patience or endurance to sit on top of that pile of toys for 2-3 hours at a time like she did and he knew it, he was way too much of a on-the-go kid. <br />
They did talk and share toys the entire time she was in there, but there was the occasional hit to Jake’s head by a toy when he tried to take something out without following the proper procedures, such as begging and pleading for it first.<br />
I think this was yet another way she had her own little way of telling Jake without words that she was in fact the queen of his castle, like he did not already know that! <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/funny_little_girl_cartoon_speckcase-176592956236351536?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/funny_little_girl_cartoon_speckcase-176592956236351536?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Even at the age of one Jake knew that there can only be "one" and he was not likely to be the "one" anytime soon, unless of course she said he was the "one" for a very brief minute or two.</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-19593400035836999712011-04-22T13:54:00.000-04:002011-04-22T13:54:41.611-04:00Stitches, Staples & Shiners!<span lang="EN"> <u><span style="color: #660000;">Jake's Lifetime Injury List Excluding Scrapes & Bruises (everything mom can remember at least)</span></u><br />
1. <strong>The very first shiner</strong> ~ black & blue eye compliments of twin sister smacking him with a building block before the age of one. He can always look back at the pictures of it and see where his troubles all began.<br />
2. <strong>Stitches under chin</strong> ~ pushed by twin sister and fell into the coffee table, age 1.<br />
3. <strong>Staples to the head</strong> ~ pushed on the stair steps by twin sister, age 5.<br />
4. <strong>Dura bond (medical glue) to the forehead</strong> ~ rode bike into corner of the house while looking down watching his feet instead of the driveway, also age 5. <br />
5. <strong>Dura bond again</strong> ~ ear lobe injury from messing with kitchen cabinets, age 6.<br />
6. <strong>Staples on side of head </strong>~ fell outside on back stairs of house, age 6.<br />
7. <strong>Staples to back of head</strong> ~ rough housing with friend and hit edge of table, age 8.<br />
8. <strong>Staples to side of head</strong> ~ playing with friends outside, age 9.<br />
9. <strong>Sprained wrist</strong> ~ Football injury, age 10.<br />
10. <strong>Stitches on two fingers</strong> ~ Shot by twin sister with BB Gun after letting her use it for the very first time, after a full year of him using it safely by himself, age 11.<br />
11. <strong>Bruised ribs</strong> ~ Football injury, age 11.<br />
12. <strong>Sprained thumb</strong> ~ Football injury, age 12.<br />
13. <strong>Sprained ankle</strong> ~ Football injury, age 12.<br />
14. <strong>Surgery to abdomen</strong> ~ to fix hernia Jake was probably born with, age 13<br />
15. <strong>Bruised tailbone</strong> ~ Football injury, age 13<br />
16. <strong>Stitches on two fingers</strong> ~ Just last week, after pulling a hunting knife out of a bag, after it had wiggled out of it’s case, age 14.<br />
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I am pleased to say however that Jake has a incredibly high pain tolerance and has always taken the medical procedures in stride and is usually more upset about the low number of stitches or staples he receives, I guess this lessons the bragging rights at school or something. Once he even got a doctor to add one staple, after much begging!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/funny_doctor_cartoon_button-p1452697524687057747g1z_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/funny_doctor_cartoon_button-p1452697524687057747g1z_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/funny_doctor_cartoon_button-145269752468705774?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/funny_doctor_cartoon_button-145269752468705774?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>As you can see by the size of this list, Jake is a very injury prone boy, which drives me (mom) crazy!! I am constantly praying that my little boy has had enough injuries to last him a entire lifetime! Thanks to all the wonderful doctor’s who have used great skill to leave Jake with only a few noticeable scars that are all thankfully under his hair! <br />
Now, how many staples, stitches or shiners have you had in your lifetime? </span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-7384530488876614932011-04-21T12:47:00.000-04:002011-04-21T12:47:33.919-04:00Remarkable Revelation<span lang="EN"> Jake has always been one for getting along with other kids and makes new friends easily with his outgoing personality, so you can imagine the surprise I had when the principal called to say Jake had literally pounced on a boy while out on the playground in 1<sup>st</sup> grade. <br />
After a lengthy talk with the principal about the investigation he had done into the event, I was very surprised to hear that Jake’s twin sister provoked Jake to tackle this poor boy on the playground.<br />
She in fact liked this little boy and because kids have such a weird way of showing it, she set a series of events into motion just to get his attention. <br />
1. She told Jake that this boy (pointing him out) on the playground was being mean to her and to watch out for her while she played.<br />
2. She casually marched straight across the playground to the boy and told him that it would be fun to have a pushing contest and that he should go first by pushing her.<br />
3. She laughed her little butt off when Jake tore through the playground and tackled this boy to the ground.<br />
4. She sat in disbelief when the three of them had their very first visit ever to the principal’s office and she feared the inevitable punishment that was coming to her when the truth came out.<br />
Jake and this boy went on to be very good friends and the principal used the opportunity to explain to Jake’s twin sister that she has a pretty big responsibility as a good sister not to provoke her brother to defend her.<br />
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<span lang="EN"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/brother_sister_warning_tshirt-p2353030450387329112d59l_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/brother_sister_warning_tshirt-p2353030450387329112d59l_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/brother_sister_warning_tshirt-235303045038732911?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/brother_sister_warning_tshirt-235303045038732911?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Jake learned that day that things are not always as they appear and that sometimes sisters have horns.</span></span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-85187558967728594282011-04-20T13:04:00.000-04:002011-04-20T13:04:31.848-04:00Questioning Quandary<span lang="EN"> When Jake and his twin sister were finally able to talk and be questioned as to “who did this or that?” Jake always spoke first and admitted to things there was no way he could have ever even done. No matter if he was there or nowhere near the scene of the crime, he always said he did it. He never wanted to see his twin cry and would even cry too if she got punished for anything. This went on until they were about 8 or 9 years old, and now that they are teens, forget it, he would rat her out in a flat minute.<br />
Thank goodness though he finally stopped this practice and let her get punished for things he did not do, it did however take a lot of talks about how she needed to learn to be responsible for her own actions. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/blame_me_mug-p1687691146975732952o3v5_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/blame_me_mug-p1687691146975732952o3v5_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/blame_me_mug-168769114697573295?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/blame_me_mug-168769114697573295?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>The funny thing is… even when she was very little she would in fact say that she had done it (with a little naughty smirk on her face) even with Jake standing there trying to take the blame, this often led to a argument between the two of them over who really did it, which was quite comical actually for any parent to watch.</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-35000290071583856882011-04-19T12:34:00.001-04:002011-04-19T12:37:39.149-04:00Priceless Peacemaker<span lang="EN">Having three sisters means growing up around a lot of wars. <br />
There are the standard wars over toys, the bitter feuds over the last popsicle in the house and of course the knock down drag out clothing wars. <br />
Jake has seen his fair share of wars but it never gets any easier.<br />
If the war draws sides in the sand though, forget it, he will always be on the side of his twin sister even if he knows she is wrong.<br />
We like to call Jake the “peacemaker” because he hates to see his sisters mad at each other, he will often do or say something funny just to make them smile.<br />
Jake is the type of kid who will go from bedroom to bedroom trying to make negotiations or stretch the truth in one sisters favor just to get the other to forgive her.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Jake is also a boy who keeps his mouth closed if it is a no win situation like the one in this cartoon, he knows when to say nothing when you have nothing good to say, just like his momma taught him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/no_way_can_i_win_this_speckcase-p176296725712094280vu9uh_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/no_way_can_i_win_this_speckcase-p176296725712094280vu9uh_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/no_way_can_i_win_this_speckcase-176296725712094280?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/no_way_can_i_win_this_speckcase-176296725712094280?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>The funny thing is, this “peacemaker” attitude only applies to his sisters since he is a fan of war type video games and of course "peace" is never a option when it comes to playing Monopoly against his own mother, so apparently his peacemaking attitude does have it’s boundaries.Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-88396032279001206302011-04-18T13:05:00.000-04:002011-04-18T13:05:54.300-04:00Obsessed Over Outlets<span lang="EN"> When Jake was around the age of two or three he had a fascination with outlets, thankfully I had outlet safety covers on all of them throughout the entire house. So I thought…<br />
One day though, he watched his dad take a outlet cover off with a screwdriver to paint a bedroom, and this changed the game entirely.<br />
Later that night after I put Jake to bed, he got out a small screwdriver he had hidden in his room earlier in the day (good eye, dad) and proceeded to take all the outlet covers off in his room, place them in a pile and then go to bed.<br />
The next morning I stood in disbelief and almost in tears, thinking about what could have happened with Jake sticking a screwdriver into even one of those outlets. That was the last time he got his hands on a screwdriver!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/child_safety_humor_tshirt-p2355899989949873612mr37_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/child_safety_humor_tshirt-p2355899989949873612mr37_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/child_safety_humor_tshirt-235589998994987361?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/child_safety_humor_tshirt-235589998994987361?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>It just goes to show, no matter how safe you think you are… there is always going to be something you never thought of that comes up. Kids are crazy!</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-52618256243886727922011-04-16T12:28:00.001-04:002011-04-16T12:31:01.963-04:00Naughty & NiceIf there is one thing Jake knows, it is that his three sisters will always be there for him. They may be naughty and cause him a lot of grief, injuries (thanks twin sis) and much humor at his expense but they can also be nice, loving and very supportive when a boy needs a friend.<br />
He may wonder what life would be like not having them around (much quieter) or ponder the thought of a life with a brother, there is no way he would trade his life of having 3 crazy sisters.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/my_three_sisters_cartoon_tshirt-p2356899752477308902mru9_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/my_three_sisters_cartoon_tshirt-p2356899752477308902mru9_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/my_three_sisters_cartoon_tshirt-235689975247730890?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&t_text1=&t_text2=&t_text3=&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/my_three_sisters_cartoon_tshirt-235689975247730890?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&t_text1=&t_text2=&t_text3=&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Mom (me) loves to tell Jake, "just think someday when you are married and have a woman telling you what to do, it won't be anything you are not used to!" <br />
Jake usually laughs and adds "then I can have a bunch of daughters, that would be just my luck."Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-57440660926934128362011-04-15T13:55:00.000-04:002011-04-15T13:55:17.422-04:00Monopoly ManJake loves to play the game Monopoly! <br />
He likes to play with me (mom) and his little sister also known as "the traitor" because she always sells me out and makes trades with Jake that end up killing me by the end of the game.<br />
This picture is what the typical game looks like in the end, it is no wonder I TRY to stay in jail so I can hide from having to pay all that high rent to him!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKz8EIDE3nxk4go7vT0M-9yH0QD8M1-XDp5LaIcZK5Q-NLhxl_TVccNHVOrHwMHgR5HLDp7rwp6UAYlhwqDzl33Pi2ptiulKBTSdg5DxiZTAwp8ipNBNmNYMnZe5w9G53yfetbYG28n4/s1600/Monopoly+Man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKz8EIDE3nxk4go7vT0M-9yH0QD8M1-XDp5LaIcZK5Q-NLhxl_TVccNHVOrHwMHgR5HLDp7rwp6UAYlhwqDzl33Pi2ptiulKBTSdg5DxiZTAwp8ipNBNmNYMnZe5w9G53yfetbYG28n4/s320/Monopoly+Man.jpg" width="319" /></a></div>The trade off for 'lil sis is, he lets HER out of paying him rent when she lands on his properties...as for me his own MOTHER, the one that gave birth to him, he takes every single last dollar!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/custom_smart_boy_speckcase-p176452332966032499vud3q_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/custom_smart_boy_speckcase-p176452332966032499vud3q_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/custom_smart_boy_speckcase-176452332966032499?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/custom_smart_boy_speckcase-176452332966032499?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>I guess I should just be happy I taught them to work together but I really did not mean for that to be against ME! lolSnakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-19456287133316359362011-04-14T13:14:00.001-04:002011-04-14T13:18:10.745-04:00License, Louie & Love<strong><span style="color: #660000;">LICENSE:</span></strong><br />
Since I have been sharing all these true childhood stories about Jake's life since birth, I do not think I have ever actually said how old Jake is right now, but you can probably guess his age when I tell you that this summer he will be taking drivers training. Yes, Jake and his twin sister are almost 15 years old and that means they will be driving on their own by the end of next year! I can only imagine the stories that milestone will bring.... which is why I created something to warn people next year.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/new_driver_cartoon_tshirt-p235451436743450024adwea_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/new_driver_cartoon_tshirt-p235451436743450024adwea_325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/new_driver_cartoon_tshirt-235451436743450024?gl=SnakesMom&group=mens&lifestyle=fashion&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/new_driver_cartoon_tshirt-235451436743450024?gl=SnakesMom&group=mens&lifestyle=fashion&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><strong><span style="color: #660000;">LOUIE:</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">Louie is Jake's new puppy he rescued from the aminal shelter around Christmas time. This "puppy" is already huge and I can only imagine how big this bullmastiff mix is going to get but he loves Jake and is a very loyal companion already. This picture is of Louie when Jake got him, today he is already big enough to jump up and lick Jake's face and Jake is just taller then me at 5' 7".</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: black;">There are no words to describe my love for my son Jake or his three sisters all I can do is hope they feel it in their hearts each and everyday.</span></strong>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-78774583312604879102011-04-13T10:00:00.000-04:002011-04-13T10:01:36.024-04:00Kind Kid<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN"><span lang="EN"> My son Jake is a natural born kind kid, he does not like it when people are unhappy or sad and he will try to pick you up with a joke or a simple smile. Jake does however have the "tough guy" in him though that will draw a line in the sand and fight when he needs to.<br />
While in middle school his twin sister’s friend that is quite tall, I mean really tall for that age was continuously picked at everyday by a boy who had a locker near hers, so badly so, that she did not even want to go to school because of it.<br />
So one day I get the dreaded phone call that no parent likes to receive, Jake had been suspended for fighting at school.<br />
Jake mad about having been suspended for doing the right thing in his mind did not want to talk about it, thinking there was no way I would understand and just went up to his room when he got home. His twin sister however was ready to share the news though since she was so thrilled that her brother defended her friend, she raced to tell the story.<br />
Apparently Jake had told the boy more then a few times to leave her alone and that the “giraffe” jokes were just not that funny but this boy would not let it go and continued and when she started crying because of his hurtful words, Jake simply had enough and shut him up.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/best_friends_forever_cartoon_necklace-177528332687495276?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/best_friends_forever_cartoon_necklace-177528332687495276?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>That was the last day that the bully ever tormented his twin’s friend and after hearing that my son did what I would expect him to do there was no at home “suspension”, just a good talk and a pat on the back for doing the right thing for someone who really needed a friend.</span></span></span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-14236030012107375802011-04-12T11:55:00.000-04:002011-04-12T11:55:12.616-04:00Judge & Jury JakeFrom the very moment Jake saw the movie Toy Story he was hooked, there was something about Buzz Lightyear that he just loved, probably all those gadgets. Jake quickly grew a entire collection of Toy Story toys but he especially loved his first Buzz Lightyear which had "JAKE" on the bottom of the foot, thanks to me and my handy dandy black permanent marker.<br />
Every night Jake would sleep with that Buzz and one Woody in his bed (now that he was finally sleeping in a actual bed), one night though in the middle of the night...<br />
Jake came out into the living room where I was still awake and with tears running down his face, he stood there crying and mumbling the words "Woody pushed me out of bed" over and over again.<br />
Needless to say, I could not get Jake to go back to sleep until I removed every last woody from his bedroom, he was convinced that Woody had not only pushed him out of bed but that Woody was the bad guy and would continue to pull tricks on him if he let even one of him stay in the room.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/bad_boy_cartoon_speckcase-176265266459609931?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/bad_boy_cartoon_speckcase-176265266459609931?gl=SnakesMom&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>The next morning, Jake was still convinced that Woody had in fact pushed him out of bed and that day all of the Woody's were packed up in a box and put away for good, that is the power of being the judge and jury over who you let into your life and who you send packing. Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668139579345149801.post-88175201481643447702011-04-11T11:53:00.000-04:002011-04-18T13:09:02.650-04:00Identifying Independence<span lang="EN"> Attending parent teacher conferences when your child or children in this case (twins) are in 2nd grade is usually pretty standard stuff, you go over the basics (math, reading, etc.) and the teacher tells you how your child is progressing. This particular conference though took a very strange turn when the teacher said something quite unusual to me…<br />
She said “Jake does not appear to know what to do, unless a girl is telling him what to do.”<br />
Without a ounce of hesitation or thought I said the unthinkable “well, there is nothing wrong with that.”<br />
She moved on quickly with the academics, with a small grin on her face. <br />
On the drive home though thinking about the conversation is when it really hit me, was I raising the perfect male? Or a house full of take-charge women that will go out into the world and dominate? What can I do to change this situation?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/living_with_women_tshirt-235237834928513964?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.zazzle.com/living_with_women_tshirt-235237834928513964?gl=SnakesMom&group=kids&lifestyle=classic&rf=238413649595441313</span></a></div>Later that night I called a family meeting at the kitchen table and asked Jake if he does in fact know what to do if a girl is not telling him what to do, he laughed loudly and said “Yes, but life is so much easier if I do just do what they say." (lol, the perfect male!)</span>Snakesmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09615140855727065026noreply@blogger.com6