This week my night life has been more active and interesting than my day life. And I'm not talking about clubs and bars, dancing and drinking. I'm talking about bed. And not in a dirty way.
I have a cat that prefers to drink out of cups of water. He especially prefers the glass of water I keep by my bed. I especially like to push him off the bed when he rudely wakes me up in the middle of the night with his face in the glass of water that I really wanted to drink. I try to keep him out of my room but he finds his way in. This has happened ever since I went on vacation over Christmas break. He must have thought I was leaving him forever and decided to become an incredibly attached kitty. The other night was one of those nights. I woke up to his butt in my face and his face in my water. His water bowl was full. He's so rude. Then I couldn't go back to sleep because I was really thirsty but too tired to walk downstairs to get more water. Plus I left my shoes in the hallway that night and I can't put my bare feet directly on the floor unless I want the monsters under the bed to get me.
When I did finally go back to sleep I had a dream about zombies. I didn't know it until the end, but it was the sequel to a previous dream about zombies. In this one I was on a main road in my town that leads to one of the highways. I was walking and suddenly I saw zombies. I had a conversation with my friend Mel about it and she asked what kind of zombies they were. I didn't know there were different kinds and I was going to say they were probably Asian zombies, because they all had dark hair and eyes but I didn't think any of my other facebook friends would get my humor and instead I told her, "[they were] fast and mean and limpy. Their faces were gray-ish and their eyes were black. They all had black hair too. Maybe it was just a black and white dream.". I thought that sounded more appropriate. Anyway, the fast, mean and limpy zombies were very violent, like zombies usually are. They were clueless if you pretended you were a zombie (wish I had known that from the start, some people might have lived) and they didn't eat each other. After surviving my way down the highway I found a building and hid with some other people. Then I ended up hiding in an elevator with Joseph Gordon Levitt. After we separated I made my way to the west coast and when the goverment found out how to kill them (this is when I relized this was part 2 and that the stupid government already knew how to kill them but forgot) I was reunited with Adam Brody and another guy and girl from the first part, whom I didn't recognize. We were in some firehall-style building and people were making food for the survivors. We chatted about how we made it and then my alarm clock started beeping.
That was my most entertaining dream in a while.
Last night I was peacefully sleeping and suddenly Jason woke up with a start and said, "whoa!". I wake easily when a person talks or yells- I'm always ready for an emergency or something I guess. I was far away on the opposite end of the bed from him, totally out of reach of him. I asked him what was wrong. He said, "holy crap," then asked me if I just pushed him in the face, kind of hard. Obviously I hadn't because I was too far away. I was so sleepy and out of it so I just told him that it definitely wasn't me and that it was probably a ghost*. He seemed to accept this explanation with a, "hmph.". Then I proceeded to tell him that if a ghost pushed him hard in the face that it probably had a good reason and that he should get up to see if there's something it wanted to tell him. He actually got up then. I don't think the ghost really had anything to say to him, except maybe "go pee". I then had dreams about a creepy ghost waking me up.
I don't know if it's important or not, so I'll say it just in case. I believe in paranormal. But I'm a skeptical believer and tend to not believe unless I see it myself or the person telling me tells a good story and they are trustworthy (and not on drugs). I have seen things that absolutely could not have been explained before. In the house where I currently live (8 years) there has only been one time something happened with my son, who was 2. It could have been a dream so I discount the event as such. If this was indeed a ghost it may have just been travelling through and couldn't resist him/herself a practical joke.
*I'm so creative and persuasive when I'm sleeping. I should be a sleep writer.
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Tuesday, May 1, 2012
This is What Happens When I'm Gone for a While
My life has been so boring that I haven't really bothered writing about it. Sometimes my kids will say something I want to remember but it's few and far between so I just end up boring my Facebook friends with the info instead of writing about it in detail here. Now I can give a big boring update all at once. Ready?
So, since I've been here last we've celebrated two birthdays: my baby Henry turned 2 on March 30 and my daughter Amara turned 7 on April 19th. Henry got everything he wanted- babies, a football, basketball, baseball mitt and a bunch of other sports crap. He is obsessed with sports. He never put his cake in the oven for "you and me". Instead he did it for "baketball hoop!". It's cuter than the 2 year old singing Adele. I should record it. He also wanted more motorcycles, Legos and Zoobles and got them. Then promptly lost almost all of it. Amara didn't want a whole lot- she asked for an Ipod. When I told her that little kids in our house don't get $200 presents she apologized for asking for something so expensive then asked for a camera, mp3 player, some dolls so she would have toys to play with when her friends came over, Zoobles, Xia Xia Pets, Lego Friends and a pull up bar for her doorway (yes, I'm serious). After some discussion she decided she wanted to upgrade to a second-hand Nintendo DSi (she had the Lite) with games and accessories and I surprised her with a nice tea set and a Xia Xia home (junk). Her brothers got her a Xia Xia shell, an itty-bitty stuffed bunny and a Lego Friend set. Her friends and family ended up getting her everything else on the list (except the pull up bar), so she was a very happy birthday girl. She also received money and decided she wants to save it, so now I'm searching for a bank that offers youth banking. The credit unions have some awesome accounts but I don't know if they can become a member if their parents aren't. I might look into it if I don't get distracted by something new.
I was a Cityville (on Facebook) addict for a while. Recently I've almost stopped playing, going from a few times per day to barely once a week and only for a few minutes each time. Go me!
I'm still a Pinterest addict. I love my Kindle like I love water. I enjoy both necessities and rarely leave the house without them.
I guess I scratched my eye a few weeks ago after taking an hour nap in my contacts. I have glasses but I can't see out of them very well. I have another pair that I can see better with, but they don't stay on my face. Every time I think my eye feels better I put my contact back in, only to have my eye explode in pain again after a few hours. Then I look and my eye is incredibly bloodshot and I'm back to square one. It hurts. I don't have insurance and it looks like a visit to the eye doctor will be necessary...this is going to cost me. Suck.
There's absolutely nothing else to say about me. I'm just not that interesting.
Oh wait, it seems that everyone in the world has become an advocate of me getting married. I guess that's interesting. It sure was interesting one day when a handful of people, unbeknownst to one another were planning, discussing or commenting on our upcoming (unknown) marriage. The discussions are still trickling in every few days too. Jason and I have been together for 11 years and our kids think we are married. My daughter was horrified when she asked for the ring, dress and photos and I had nothing to produce. I maybe should have told her then that it's because there was never a production date but it was just easier not to have that potentially long conversation. So I picked out a ring (that I'll never get because you can only order it online and that's too big a committment to make online) and decided on Jason's metal then made dinner and promptly got distracted by other stuff that doesn't cost as much money or time.
My 4 year old has been cracking me up a lot recently. Just the other day Jonas was with us at Cracker Barrel and we had just been served our meal. Jason and I always get breakfast and the little boys got some kid food. He saw my grits and freaked out. He said he didn't want any of his food; he just wanted "that". Being the nice mommy that I am, I took Jason's grits and gave them to Jonas. He polished them off in seconds and...said, "May I please have some more porridge?" . I laughed so loud that the entire restaurant was probably giving me dirty looks. We live in Pennsylvania. It's not okay to laugh in public. But seriously, what kid asks for porridge? Where did he hear it? I'm still laughing. Then the following day he was browsing through my kitchen (I'm pretty sure that if he doesn't become a police officer he will be a chef. He could really go the extra mile and be both), grabbed something and ran to me. He said, "see mommy, you still have a spatula!" (I had thought I broke them all) then went on to say, "Now, can you make me some flapjacks?". This wouldn't be a weird word except that I have never, in my entire life said the word "flapjack" unless I was talking about the word. No clue where he got that one either. Oh, and Jo is FINALLY potty trained. FIIIINALLLLY!
Henry, who was practically trained by about 20 months completely quit trying. Those two are constantly on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Zachary, my 10 year old, has made it his life goal to ruin his little sister's life on the pretense that it's she who is ruining his life. It's super annoying and I'm totally out of parenting ideas so I often just ignore them. They fight so often and it's practically impossible to split them up because there aren't enough neighbors to ship them off to.
And I'm ruining his life because I nag him too much. That's me saying it, and not him. I know I do it but what else are you supposed to do when a kid won't take a shower, clean his room, leave his sister alone, pick up his toys when he's done with them unless you are on them about it at least 15 minutes out of every hour? I seriously need to know!
On a good note, he is doing great in school. He doesn't try as hard as he should but he gets by with good grades. Next year might kick his skinny butt if he tries to pull off his first year at middle school like he has been these past few but I know he can do it if he tries. He's been taking piano for the last few years and he's been slacking on that also. As far as I know he's doing well, but I think he'd do better if we had a piano in our house. I'm working on that but I have a lot going against me.
Did I talk too much? I'll talk about the nighttime stuff in another post.
So, since I've been here last we've celebrated two birthdays: my baby Henry turned 2 on March 30 and my daughter Amara turned 7 on April 19th. Henry got everything he wanted- babies, a football, basketball, baseball mitt and a bunch of other sports crap. He is obsessed with sports. He never put his cake in the oven for "you and me". Instead he did it for "baketball hoop!". It's cuter than the 2 year old singing Adele. I should record it. He also wanted more motorcycles, Legos and Zoobles and got them. Then promptly lost almost all of it. Amara didn't want a whole lot- she asked for an Ipod. When I told her that little kids in our house don't get $200 presents she apologized for asking for something so expensive then asked for a camera, mp3 player, some dolls so she would have toys to play with when her friends came over, Zoobles, Xia Xia Pets, Lego Friends and a pull up bar for her doorway (yes, I'm serious). After some discussion she decided she wanted to upgrade to a second-hand Nintendo DSi (she had the Lite) with games and accessories and I surprised her with a nice tea set and a Xia Xia home (junk). Her brothers got her a Xia Xia shell, an itty-bitty stuffed bunny and a Lego Friend set. Her friends and family ended up getting her everything else on the list (except the pull up bar), so she was a very happy birthday girl. She also received money and decided she wants to save it, so now I'm searching for a bank that offers youth banking. The credit unions have some awesome accounts but I don't know if they can become a member if their parents aren't. I might look into it if I don't get distracted by something new.
I was a Cityville (on Facebook) addict for a while. Recently I've almost stopped playing, going from a few times per day to barely once a week and only for a few minutes each time. Go me!
I'm still a Pinterest addict. I love my Kindle like I love water. I enjoy both necessities and rarely leave the house without them.
I guess I scratched my eye a few weeks ago after taking an hour nap in my contacts. I have glasses but I can't see out of them very well. I have another pair that I can see better with, but they don't stay on my face. Every time I think my eye feels better I put my contact back in, only to have my eye explode in pain again after a few hours. Then I look and my eye is incredibly bloodshot and I'm back to square one. It hurts. I don't have insurance and it looks like a visit to the eye doctor will be necessary...this is going to cost me. Suck.
There's absolutely nothing else to say about me. I'm just not that interesting.
Oh wait, it seems that everyone in the world has become an advocate of me getting married. I guess that's interesting. It sure was interesting one day when a handful of people, unbeknownst to one another were planning, discussing or commenting on our upcoming (unknown) marriage. The discussions are still trickling in every few days too. Jason and I have been together for 11 years and our kids think we are married. My daughter was horrified when she asked for the ring, dress and photos and I had nothing to produce. I maybe should have told her then that it's because there was never a production date but it was just easier not to have that potentially long conversation. So I picked out a ring (that I'll never get because you can only order it online and that's too big a committment to make online) and decided on Jason's metal then made dinner and promptly got distracted by other stuff that doesn't cost as much money or time.
My 4 year old has been cracking me up a lot recently. Just the other day Jonas was with us at Cracker Barrel and we had just been served our meal. Jason and I always get breakfast and the little boys got some kid food. He saw my grits and freaked out. He said he didn't want any of his food; he just wanted "that". Being the nice mommy that I am, I took Jason's grits and gave them to Jonas. He polished them off in seconds and...said, "May I please have some more porridge?" . I laughed so loud that the entire restaurant was probably giving me dirty looks. We live in Pennsylvania. It's not okay to laugh in public. But seriously, what kid asks for porridge? Where did he hear it? I'm still laughing. Then the following day he was browsing through my kitchen (I'm pretty sure that if he doesn't become a police officer he will be a chef. He could really go the extra mile and be both), grabbed something and ran to me. He said, "see mommy, you still have a spatula!" (I had thought I broke them all) then went on to say, "Now, can you make me some flapjacks?". This wouldn't be a weird word except that I have never, in my entire life said the word "flapjack" unless I was talking about the word. No clue where he got that one either. Oh, and Jo is FINALLY potty trained. FIIIINALLLLY!
Henry, who was practically trained by about 20 months completely quit trying. Those two are constantly on opposite ends of the spectrum.
Zachary, my 10 year old, has made it his life goal to ruin his little sister's life on the pretense that it's she who is ruining his life. It's super annoying and I'm totally out of parenting ideas so I often just ignore them. They fight so often and it's practically impossible to split them up because there aren't enough neighbors to ship them off to.
And I'm ruining his life because I nag him too much. That's me saying it, and not him. I know I do it but what else are you supposed to do when a kid won't take a shower, clean his room, leave his sister alone, pick up his toys when he's done with them unless you are on them about it at least 15 minutes out of every hour? I seriously need to know!
On a good note, he is doing great in school. He doesn't try as hard as he should but he gets by with good grades. Next year might kick his skinny butt if he tries to pull off his first year at middle school like he has been these past few but I know he can do it if he tries. He's been taking piano for the last few years and he's been slacking on that also. As far as I know he's doing well, but I think he'd do better if we had a piano in our house. I'm working on that but I have a lot going against me.
Did I talk too much? I'll talk about the nighttime stuff in another post.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
When I Grow Up...
I like to imagine what my kids will be like as adults. What they'll do for a living, whether they will have 1 kid, 5 kids or none, will they stay close to home or move far away...that kind of stuff. Of course I enjoy them as they are now and don't want it to fly by, I just like to wonder.
I see Zachary as an engineer on a construction site, helping to create awesome buildings, playing video games and spending time with his wife and 2 kids in his free time. He will take them out for ice cream often. I picture Amara as a working mom with 1 child and a stay-at-home husband. She is an entomologist, teaching at a local college or nature center and creates art in her free time. She may have a few too many pets. Jonas will be a police officer- a good guy who makes sure that the streets are safe for kids and families. Maybe he'll have kids, maybe not. I can't tell yet. He'll love playing sports. Henry...well he is going to drive fast cars and motorcycles and play lots of basketball. He's still a baby and that's what he loves, haha!
My dreams for Jonas were crushed when we were driving home from school today.
Me: Jonas, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Jonas: Hmmmm....nothing.
Me: Nothing? You have to be something when you grow up, like a firefighter or a teacher.
Jonas: I...waaaant to be....a.... TREE!
Me: A tree? Like those? (I point to a line of trees)
Henry: Mama, Jonas ook! Teeee!
Jonas: Yes!! A tree like that.
Me: You know, if you grow up to be a tree you will have to learn to not walk or talk. Trees can't move and they can't say anything.
Jonas: Trees don't talk? They don't walk or talk? Maybe not. Maybe I won't be a tree.
Me: That's probably a good idea. So what else would you like to be?
Jonas: Mommy, are you going the speed limit? You didn't stop at the stop sign. (Hence the police officer career assigned to him)Henry: Mama, mama! Ook ook. Baketball!! Cycle, vroom vroom! (He doesn't miss a basketball net or court, or the motorcycles)
Me: Jonas, I didn't need to stop at that sign, it was for the other way. And yes, I am going the speed limit.
Jonas: Okay. You have one more chance.
I see Zachary as an engineer on a construction site, helping to create awesome buildings, playing video games and spending time with his wife and 2 kids in his free time. He will take them out for ice cream often. I picture Amara as a working mom with 1 child and a stay-at-home husband. She is an entomologist, teaching at a local college or nature center and creates art in her free time. She may have a few too many pets. Jonas will be a police officer- a good guy who makes sure that the streets are safe for kids and families. Maybe he'll have kids, maybe not. I can't tell yet. He'll love playing sports. Henry...well he is going to drive fast cars and motorcycles and play lots of basketball. He's still a baby and that's what he loves, haha!
My dreams for Jonas were crushed when we were driving home from school today.
Me: Jonas, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Jonas: Hmmmm....nothing.
Me: Nothing? You have to be something when you grow up, like a firefighter or a teacher.
Jonas: I...waaaant to be....a.... TREE!
Me: A tree? Like those? (I point to a line of trees)
Henry: Mama, Jonas ook! Teeee!
Jonas: Yes!! A tree like that.
Me: You know, if you grow up to be a tree you will have to learn to not walk or talk. Trees can't move and they can't say anything.
Jonas: Trees don't talk? They don't walk or talk? Maybe not. Maybe I won't be a tree.
Me: That's probably a good idea. So what else would you like to be?
Jonas: Mommy, are you going the speed limit? You didn't stop at the stop sign. (Hence the police officer career assigned to him)Henry: Mama, mama! Ook ook. Baketball!! Cycle, vroom vroom! (He doesn't miss a basketball net or court, or the motorcycles)
Me: Jonas, I didn't need to stop at that sign, it was for the other way. And yes, I am going the speed limit.
Jonas: Okay. You have one more chance.
Monday, August 1, 2011
In His Shoes
Quite literally. My oldest turned 10 on July 10th (pictures to come; if you know me, you know they'll be late as usual). Golden birthday, yay! I wasn't allowed to buy him too many presents and I was bummed, but it was probably for the best- kid can't keep his room cleaned to save his life. He blames it on his siblings but I told him we could make the attic a bedroom just for him...
Anyway, the other night we were hanging out with family and I was sitting beside him. I looked down at our feet side-by-side, mine bare and his in shoes. I noticed that they were practically the same size so I asked him to take off his shoe so I could try it on.
Then I remembered something. My son's feet STINK. Something awful. Anyone know good solutions? It is seriously rank. Stinks up his whole room. (he'd give me his mommy stop look if he knew I was publishing this for the world.) It's amazing because as far as 10 year old kids go, he smells good. Even when he hasn't showered for a few days during a stinkin' hot summer he doesn't smell bad, but GAWD those feet! I'm not really sure how to treat it.
So he gives me his shoes (I feign dying) and guess what? They fit! I can wear my child's shoes. I wondered years ago when the day would come. His feet are actually pretty small for a 10 year old, I think. He's in a 3.5. I can wear a boy's 3.5. Before kids I could have fit into his shoes sooner. I used to wear a 7.5 or 8 but now I'm in anywhere from an 8-9 depending on the brand and type of shoe.
Anyway, the other night we were hanging out with family and I was sitting beside him. I looked down at our feet side-by-side, mine bare and his in shoes. I noticed that they were practically the same size so I asked him to take off his shoe so I could try it on.
Then I remembered something. My son's feet STINK. Something awful. Anyone know good solutions? It is seriously rank. Stinks up his whole room. (he'd give me his mommy stop look if he knew I was publishing this for the world.) It's amazing because as far as 10 year old kids go, he smells good. Even when he hasn't showered for a few days during a stinkin' hot summer he doesn't smell bad, but GAWD those feet! I'm not really sure how to treat it.
So he gives me his shoes (I feign dying) and guess what? They fit! I can wear my child's shoes. I wondered years ago when the day would come. His feet are actually pretty small for a 10 year old, I think. He's in a 3.5. I can wear a boy's 3.5. Before kids I could have fit into his shoes sooner. I used to wear a 7.5 or 8 but now I'm in anywhere from an 8-9 depending on the brand and type of shoe.
Friday, July 8, 2011
The New Girl
Well, after seeing the commercial's for Fox's show The New Girl (coming Fall 2011) over and over and over again I'm hooked. I want to see it! I'm a So You Think You Can Dance Addict and it seems that during every commercial break there is a promotion for The New Girl (Zooey Deschanel).
I guess their marketing ploy worked- show someone enough of something, it becomes familiar and you want to keep watching. It looks funny enough and I'm always amused by the characters Zooey Deschanel plays in movies so this might be good. Hopefully they aren't ruining it by only showing the good points. I hate it when I see a movie preview and they show you every good part and the rest of the movie ends up being garbage.
The majority of my must-see shows are on Fox. Hopefully they aren't bumping any of my favorites for this one! I'm also looking forward to the return of Bones and House, especially after their killer season finales. Booth and Bones hook up?!!? House runs his car through Lisa Cuddy's house?!? I can't wait to see what's in store for those shows.
I guess their marketing ploy worked- show someone enough of something, it becomes familiar and you want to keep watching. It looks funny enough and I'm always amused by the characters Zooey Deschanel plays in movies so this might be good. Hopefully they aren't ruining it by only showing the good points. I hate it when I see a movie preview and they show you every good part and the rest of the movie ends up being garbage.
The majority of my must-see shows are on Fox. Hopefully they aren't bumping any of my favorites for this one! I'm also looking forward to the return of Bones and House, especially after their killer season finales. Booth and Bones hook up?!!? House runs his car through Lisa Cuddy's house?!? I can't wait to see what's in store for those shows.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Happy 1st Birthday Henry!
Whoa...a little late here, considering said Henry is now 15 months old!
Better late than never?
Here's what not-so-baby Henry has been up to:
*New words in April:
Zzzzac (big brother Zach)
Maa (big sis Mara)
Juju (Jonas is his Jojo)
No, Dritch (in combination, when he didn't want food, he wanted a drink)
*New actions in April:
Blowing kisses
understands burping (and humor in general)- during a conversation between daddy and Zach they were mentioning the word and Henry fake-burped and burst into laughter.
Went down the slide by himself- LOVED it.
*Loves:
The feeling of different textures on his feet, like grass and concrete.
Climbing. Everything.
Books
Watermelon, grapes, strawberries
Dancing, especially to the ABC song, Ke$ha's Blow, Britney Spears (one of her new songs on the radio). I have a pre-teen that loves that garbage...ugh.
Grew a little taller but didn't gain any weight between 9-12 months. But he's still a big boy. Like I promised, there was no 1 year haircut- I must preserve the gorgeous hair!!
March 30th: Happy first birthday to Henry. He had plenty of fun and cake at a few laid back parties. His first party was at the skating rink. There was a school function there so we partied with a few friends and an adorable cake made by my friend (of course those photos are on the wrong, aka, uncharged laptop) so I'll share those later. We didn't skate that night but just a few weeks later we gave it a shot and he loved it. 1 year old on skates? Crazy, right? Not to him! He gleefully slipped and slided while death-gripping my hands. Any attempts to stop resulted in major tears.
April 3rd: Family birthday party at Grandma and Grandpa's house. What would a party be without Weebles for a Wobbly Weaver?
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I made the cake this time, one for him todestroy eat and one for the rest of us.
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At that point, my ONE YEAR OLD Sony camera decided to crap out, again (on cake 2). Disappointed Sony...SMH. The shutter works when it wants, zoom works when it wants and it results in very blurry pictures when they shouldn't be. My last Sony lasted over 7 years- that's quality. I don't know what kind of junk cameras they've been creating ever since.
ANYWAY. Henry was a very dainty cake eater. But in keeping with his messy ways, he delicately stuck his whole face and hands in the cake.
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Stay tuned for more birthday fun and milestones!
Better late than never?
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| Henry's first outfit in the hospital- a newborn sleeper that fit his 9lb 7.9oz body for a whopping week. |
*New words in April:
Zzzzac (big brother Zach)
Maa (big sis Mara)
Juju (Jonas is his Jojo)
No, Dritch (in combination, when he didn't want food, he wanted a drink)
*New actions in April:
Blowing kisses
understands burping (and humor in general)- during a conversation between daddy and Zach they were mentioning the word and Henry fake-burped and burst into laughter.
Went down the slide by himself- LOVED it.
*Loves:
The feeling of different textures on his feet, like grass and concrete.
Climbing. Everything.
Books
Watermelon, grapes, strawberries
Dancing, especially to the ABC song, Ke$ha's Blow, Britney Spears (one of her new songs on the radio). I have a pre-teen that loves that garbage...ugh.
Grew a little taller but didn't gain any weight between 9-12 months. But he's still a big boy. Like I promised, there was no 1 year haircut- I must preserve the gorgeous hair!!
March 30th: Happy first birthday to Henry. He had plenty of fun and cake at a few laid back parties. His first party was at the skating rink. There was a school function there so we partied with a few friends and an adorable cake made by my friend (of course those photos are on the wrong, aka, uncharged laptop) so I'll share those later. We didn't skate that night but just a few weeks later we gave it a shot and he loved it. 1 year old on skates? Crazy, right? Not to him! He gleefully slipped and slided while death-gripping my hands. Any attempts to stop resulted in major tears.
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| #1 Dude! Did you know that typically, 1 year old shirts are only in size 12m? This shirt didn't last long! |
April 3rd: Family birthday party at Grandma and Grandpa's house. What would a party be without Weebles for a Wobbly Weaver?
I made the cake this time, one for him to
At that point, my ONE YEAR OLD Sony camera decided to crap out, again (on cake 2). Disappointed Sony...SMH. The shutter works when it wants, zoom works when it wants and it results in very blurry pictures when they shouldn't be. My last Sony lasted over 7 years- that's quality. I don't know what kind of junk cameras they've been creating ever since.
ANYWAY. Henry was a very dainty cake eater. But in keeping with his messy ways, he delicately stuck his whole face and hands in the cake.
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| All clean! |
Stay tuned for more birthday fun and milestones!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Miss Amarica's Day in Photos
Amara loves to take photos and video of her daily life. Here's what she had to share one day:
Reading Jo's Dinosaur book:
Hanging out with the guinea pigs:
Reading Jo's Dinosaur book:
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| Rawr! |
Hanging out with the guinea pigs:
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| Dollhouse, Stretchica and Lego "people". |
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| Kindergarten classwork: I can be a good friend by...Holding Hands |
Saturday, March 26, 2011
RIP to My Recliner
We were given a second-hand recliner a few years ago. It was pretty and in great condition. But many dirty hands and lots of use beat it down to this:
This isn't an optical illusion...the chair has been DESTROYED.
RIP (Rest in Pieces)
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