steve n allison: Taylor's Birthday

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Taylor's Birthday

We cannot believe it!! Taylor is 4 years old! He is so tall and progressing really well. He had a Thomas cake and family over to celebrate.

Blowing out the candles. He asked again today if he could blow them out again!

Uncle Barry and Cousin Owen. His birthday is next in April.

Bia LOVED the chocolate fudge cake. She was covered by the end.

The Birthday Boy! Let them eat Tate! - as he says -

Present time!

This is my younger sister, Ashley (if you couldn't tell) and my Dad, Dave. They came up from IF to join us.

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Trevor and Kristin MorganDecember 30, 2010 at 9:26 PM
He's not 4. I refuse to accept this.
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Steve says some funny things as his head hits the pillow...

-I don't care what they do as long as I get my Vitamin C. That's all that really matters. Ask the bishop about pushups. He's probably all ready done them.

-Why are farts so funny? They smell bad which make them even more funny. David farts.

-Taylor!!! Stop speaking German. We speak English in this household!!!!

-Well, I guess my brain is just farting around. I better go play hockey. Don't know what good that will do. People loose their teeth. Bad thing is squirrels and chipmunks like holes. You better wait for the crocodile to come around because he knows how to make really good chicken. The dog just barfed.

- Did you hear a big boom outside? I thought I heard eels dressed up like grandmas. There were four of them. It doesn't make sense.

-Steve recited the entire "To be or Not to Be" Soliliqy from Hamlet with his hand stretched out.

-It's like I have to pee or something then it's like no. It would be really cool if the MoTabs came in and sang "For the Beauty of the Earth" or something. That would awesome.

-For some reason it just works. Can you take the phone out? I have been trying to talk to your mother. Can you just talk to her?

-Just don't say anything because if he just belched and wanted to tell you he would. He stays home and burps and does the dishes. Give him some privacy. He probably sleeps with the vacuum. Scrub, Scrub, burp *laughs*. Go vacuum the couch. I hope this doesn't end up on Facebook.

-Al be careful not to dangle your leg off the side of the bed. The aliens under the bed wll get you. It's very dangerous.

-The door is opening the wrong way. Get the manager to fix it, but don't blow too hard. You'll pop the balloon.

-Well, there they go. The chapsticks are floating up to the ceiling.

-I've got mushrooms under my pillow. They don't taste like the ones you're supposed to eat.

-Al!!! We've got to get some ziploc bags to freeze the carrots.

-I (Allison) was reading a book by flashlight one night. Steve said to me, "Al, don't shine your flashlight out the window. You'll call the UFOs down."

-Taylor rolled the mattress upstairs so he wouldn't sleep in the water.

-I think Taylor is eating mashed potatoes on his bed.

-If the bishops would have a cookie in each hand it would be so much easier!!!

-Taylor is sitting on a rainbow eating hot dogs. I told him to get down because it was dangerous.

-There's a brownie that exploded in the microwave. Call the manager. He'll need to fix it.

steve n allison

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Taylor's Birthday

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