Go, Bubby, Go Part 3!

Bubby's Ghosts

My Beautiful Boy

Much to Patrick's horror, Bubby has taken up Arts and Crafts. Miss Lisa had him do a Halloween craft. She traced his feet unto felt and made ghost magnets out of the tracings. They are darling! Holy huge feet!

Where's Your Milk Mustache?

My Southern Belle

Can I Get Some Grits with My Milk?

I have provided a table for your reading enjoyment. This chronicles McKenna's journey into Southern language. These are her new versions of common words.

SOUTHERN WORD

1.)MaKeenah

2.)ageen
3.)tawlet

4.)y'all

5.)Ah Man

NORTHERN TRANSLATION

1.)McKenna

2.)again

3.)toilet

4.)you

5.)Amen

She will forever be scorned upon by Northern English teachers.

We Needed Some Fussin' Over!

Make a Smilebox slideshow

I was going to Blog all about Papa John and Aunt Caro's trip, but the Rosebrock's pictures tell it all! We had a great time! I can't believe they were brave enough to visit us crazy Knapps and experience our insane lives!

Papa John and Aunt Caro- Thank you so much for visiting! We loved spending time with you and all of the dinner treats. Patrick will love how much of his "honey-do" list Papa John knocked off (Note to future visitors: Come with tools and work boots.) We love you both so very much!

xoxo,
Kim, Sissy, and Bubby

New Hobbies

Bubby has two new hobbies. He loves playing with my unused pots and pans. He also has learned how to take his first step. It happened today at Miss Lisa's house and yes, I witnessed it! I walked in her back door to pick him up and he took a step towards me. Too cool! My son is a genius. M walked at 10 months, too. I guess it's because of my husband's ADHD genes. M and B both need to constantly go, go go!

Papa John and Aunt Caro Visit

My daughter is quite the speaker. She speaks her mind and speaks it well. However, she can't say Carol so she says Caro. Too funny. Anyway, My aunt and uncle came to visit this weekend and we had a wonderful time. Unfortunately, this is the only picture I took. I'll blog more about the visit when Aunt Caro e-mails me her pictures. It sure was nice to have someone fuss over us!

Missing Daddy

My Men During Non-Sucky Times

Well folks, being a Military family officially sucks. I don't know what I was thinking, but before I married military; I had glamorized the lifestyle. I guess I pictured happy homecomings and wives sewing flags and cooking gun powder. Unfortunately, I don't sew or cook.

Anyway, for those that don't know, Patrick changed Units last week out of the blue. He will be deploying in the Spring and he's training right now in Virgina. We miss him terribly. Worse then when he went to Iraq. McKenna won't keep saying, "I miss Daddy!" , " I want Daddy!" This is hilarious because they normally butt heads 3/4 of the day. I can already tell that I'm going to spend M's teenage years being the referee.

Oh well, I guess some people have to be military families or we wouldn't have the right to blog.

Make Up

Make Up is Serious Business

Ever the Diva

The Finished Product

McKenna loves doing make up. The more expensive the better. She doesn't want to use her play make up or my my desperation only Cover Girl make up. She'll only use my Clinique or Arbonne. She's actually getting pretty good at it. She only occasionally puts the blue eyeshadow on her cheeks, now. Patrick thinks I'm letting her grow up too quick. Maybe, at least we have fun.



It reminds me of when I was eleven years old and I shaved my legs for the first time. My mom did not know, and when she saw my bloody legs; she flipped! Jeez, Nammy, I just wanted to be like my friend, Shannon Higgins. Anyway, I'm putting my foot down if M wants to shave!

Conflicted Feelings

Grass? Weird Sensation.

OMG! Toledo beat Michigan today! I don't know how to feel; I'm elated for my Alma Mater yet depressed. What has happened to Michigan Football? Bo is probably rolling in his grave. Oh yeah, the pic is just because.

Ah, Memory Lane!

I found this old picture of McKenna in my camera today. It's like looking at the female Bubby.

OMG! SO FUNNY!

My friend Tracy emailed me this video. Make sure to turn up the sound.

New Kicks

Bubby got his first pair off tennis shoes last week. He hates them! He'd rather be barefoot. He's all redneck! Thank you, North Carolina.

Mike's Farm

The Pumpkin Princess

Scarecrows Don't Just Scare Crows

My Men

The Knapps, a.k.a The Tanks

The Pumpkin Patch

Daddy, The Pumpkin Slayer

We had a total blast at Mike's Farm today. It's in Back Swamp, NC. It has a pumpkin patch, tree farm, petting zoo, gift shop, and restaurant. It was so fun. Here's a replay of the events.

1.) We arrived at Mike's Farm shortly after it opened. We loaded up the kids into the double stroller and I pushed it over a huge pile of horse shit. Nice.

2.) We fed and petted a mule. (You have not lived until you've been licked by a mule named Pedro.)

3.) We waited in line for ten minutes to use the only restroom. We discovered that a boy dressed up like a scarecrow weighs the pumpkins.

4.) McKenna decided she is absolutely terrified of scarecrows. (She kept screaming, "Don't let him come here. Tell him I'm shy, Mommy!")

5.) We finally got our turn to use the restroom. Bubby had crapped everywhere. I knew I was going to be awhile, so I let the women behind me take her little boy in with Bubby and I. The little boy freaked out and said, "That Lady's gonna look at my wiener." I tried to convince him that I wouldn't look at his wiener, but he wasn't buying it. So Bubby had his pants changed while the little boy screamed his head off.

6.) We went on a hayride to the pumpkin patch. It was such a cool experience with the kids!McKenna had a blast picking out pumpkins.

7.) Daddy paid for the pumpkins and bought fudge while I took the kids tho the petting zoo.

The zoo had sheep, chickens, rams, goats, a goose, and a peacock. While we were looking at the peacock, the goose honked so loud that it brought Bubby to tears. He now has fear of large birds.

8.) I tried to figure out how to shield my kids from scarecrows and large birds.

9.) We loaded up and went home.

It doesn't get any better than that!

Rest In Peace, Pink Razor 2006-2008

My Sweet Baby Girl

My Sweet Baby Boy

My beloved cell phone, The Pink Razor, passed unexpectedly on Wednesday afternoon. I was driving home from work, when all of a sudden it made a horrible static sound and went blank. I tried to resuscitate it all Wednesday evening, but it was too late. So, I got a new phone today (same number.)



The Pink Razor was a wonderful phone. I started off hating it, but it proved it's strength (true Knapp style) over time. It survived the following: An Iraq deployment, my pelvic/hip surgery, Bubby's birth, a pot of coffee, a glass of milk, the toilet, being buried in the snow, McKenna's barf, Brady's pee, and numerous droppings. The crap this phone went through was amazing. My only peace comes in the fact, that it can no longer be abused.



The pictures of the kids have nothing to do with the phone. I knew I would have disappointed Bloggers if I didn't have any kid pics.