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Showing posts with label oops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oops. Show all posts
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
OOPS
To keep you out of my hair as I made a batch of salsa, I thought I'd let you make your own batch. We started with your training knife and onion pieces to cut up. It turns out that like your dad, onions make you cry. We found out the hard way. Oops.
Friday, February 24, 2012
OOPS
With your season pass in hand, your dad and I were so excited to take you on real ski runs at Mt. Hood Meadows, but we forgot something very important. Just because there's a chairlift at the top of a bunny slope, doesn't necessarily mean that it will take you to another easy bunny slope. In this case, it took us up to pretty much the top of the resort.
About half way up you decided you'd had enough of the chairlift, as it started to get more windy and cold. On the verge of a temper tantrum upon reaching the top, we realized it would take forever to ski down with you. In an effort to stop any tantrum, your dad selflessly picked you up and skied the entire run back to the lodge holding you, quads burning the entire way down. Needless to say, we will never assume where a chairlift ends.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
OOPS
You inadvertently got your first hair cut, thanks to your daycare buddy Samantha. While Julie was out of the room listening to Samantha say,"Cuh heer" repeately, Julie soon realized "Cuh heer" actually meant "cut hair," not "come here." Oops.
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