Balls!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Hide and Seek With Harry
Besides scaring the crap out of us by standing on anything he can reach (and notice the back pack by his side-- yeah-- he needs it to take a trip from his room to the living room in the morning because he has a lot of important portables to, um, port, like trucks, bups, and slippas),
Harry really enjoys playing "Boo?" At first I thought this was a shortened form of peekaboo, but then I realized that when he says "Boo?" he is actually asking one of two things. Either, "Excuse me, can you go hide some place and then jump out and scare the crap out of me, which will make me cringe and then crack up?" Or, "Hey, let's play this game where I cover my head and think I'm hiding because I can't see you, and you have to look all over for me with exaggerated concern, even though I am in plain sight, okay?" Here's Ben playing the latter.
An excellent hiding place.
"Boo! I was here the whole time, you idiots!"
When he is asked where one of us is hiding, he puts his finger to his lips and says, "Hmmmm."
Where's Ben?
"Wait, I think I see him over there."
What a lovely shawl
The best hiding place of the night.
Harry really enjoys playing "Boo?" At first I thought this was a shortened form of peekaboo, but then I realized that when he says "Boo?" he is actually asking one of two things. Either, "Excuse me, can you go hide some place and then jump out and scare the crap out of me, which will make me cringe and then crack up?" Or, "Hey, let's play this game where I cover my head and think I'm hiding because I can't see you, and you have to look all over for me with exaggerated concern, even though I am in plain sight, okay?" Here's Ben playing the latter.
An excellent hiding place.
"Boo! I was here the whole time, you idiots!"
When he is asked where one of us is hiding, he puts his finger to his lips and says, "Hmmmm."
Where's Ben?
"Wait, I think I see him over there."
What a lovely shawl
The best hiding place of the night.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Things We Did On Our Last Day of Break
1. Balanced a cart on the toilet and announced this feat by screaming Ta Da until Mama got off her lazy ass and followed us into the bathroom with a little trepidation to see what was so cool.
2. Carried this shopping cart around, even tough it was so heavy it made our cheeks red.
3. Were alternately
a. Too cool for pictures
b. Freaked out because we were being followed by some crazy lady with big teeth
4. Raised some hell with this broom
5. Freaking trashed the place
Spring Break here we come! And Fridays. Fridays are reserved for kicking ass and taking names. In our jammies.
2. Carried this shopping cart around, even tough it was so heavy it made our cheeks red.
3. Were alternately
a. Too cool for pictures
b. Freaked out because we were being followed by some crazy lady with big teeth
4. Raised some hell with this broom
5. Freaking trashed the place
Spring Break here we come! And Fridays. Fridays are reserved for kicking ass and taking names. In our jammies.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Fire Trucks and a New Semester
I'm almost 30 years old, and I'm getting ready for school to start. Still.
I've done my school supply shopping-- a box of purple pens and a legal pad to take lecture notes and a copy of Leopard I borrowed from my dad and am going to install as soon as I finish this post-- and I am excited to be teaching a brand new class this semester.
I actually can't complain because I have an awesome schedule. Monday and Wednesday mornings, I will attend the lecture for the class I teach and will be home hours before noon. Tuesdays, I teach from nap time through dinner, and Thursday afternoons I have office hours, time to write, and a rhetoric colloquium. Harry and I have plenty of time to go to the gym everyday, and Fridays, we only have Little Gym to occupy our time. Not too shabby, huh?
Still, I am sad that break is over, even though I was pretty damn busy this past month, writing a chapter and working on another project. I will miss lazy mornings in my pj's, working out whenever I felt like it, and spending almost every waking moment with Harry.
I won't miss changing every poopy diaper that needed to be changed between 7:45 and 5:00, the 3:30 meltdown that occurs almost every afternoon (although I'll still be home for this most days), and never peeing with the door closed.
On the room front (something I'll work on in my writing this semester: transitions), check out these awesome antique fire trucks we got from Harry's grandparents:
Ah, when fire fighters were men and horsepower was from horses.
So tomorrow the semester begins...and hopefully ends before McLovin makes his entrance. Keep your fingers crossed, and I'll cross my legs.
I've done my school supply shopping-- a box of purple pens and a legal pad to take lecture notes and a copy of Leopard I borrowed from my dad and am going to install as soon as I finish this post-- and I am excited to be teaching a brand new class this semester.
I actually can't complain because I have an awesome schedule. Monday and Wednesday mornings, I will attend the lecture for the class I teach and will be home hours before noon. Tuesdays, I teach from nap time through dinner, and Thursday afternoons I have office hours, time to write, and a rhetoric colloquium. Harry and I have plenty of time to go to the gym everyday, and Fridays, we only have Little Gym to occupy our time. Not too shabby, huh?
Still, I am sad that break is over, even though I was pretty damn busy this past month, writing a chapter and working on another project. I will miss lazy mornings in my pj's, working out whenever I felt like it, and spending almost every waking moment with Harry.
I won't miss changing every poopy diaper that needed to be changed between 7:45 and 5:00, the 3:30 meltdown that occurs almost every afternoon (although I'll still be home for this most days), and never peeing with the door closed.
On the room front (something I'll work on in my writing this semester: transitions), check out these awesome antique fire trucks we got from Harry's grandparents:
Ah, when fire fighters were men and horsepower was from horses.
So tomorrow the semester begins...and hopefully ends before McLovin makes his entrance. Keep your fingers crossed, and I'll cross my legs.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Barnes and Noble. Not Free. That's the Library. Ooops.
We spent an enjoyable hour or two at B&N the other night. Well enjoyable except that I stood in the worst line ever (worst because people were slow and surly and a little smelly-- a really bad combination) at the fake Starbucks counter for decaf and then wound up with a cup of cold coffee that I couldn't do anything about because I couldn't stand to stand in that line again.
That minor issue aside, we all had a blast reading books and buying books (yeah-- we're going to the library from now on, or at least once in awhile because the library doesn't serve coffee, cold or otherwise, but it is right next to the best pie dealer in town. Ha! Pie dealer! I can't decide if that would be funnier if it were like a drug dealer with pies, or a car dealership selling pies. Probably cars. Like, could I take a test drive? Finance my pie? Would my fudge bottom taste better with a moon roof? Not MY fudge bottom-- that's gross-- I would never say that-- who does say that, really? I mean pie that's chocolate on the bottom layer and-- never mind. This has gotten very odd and tangential. Although the drug dealer with pies? Also funny. Could I freebase pie, maybe? Snort it? Smoke it? ).
The point is, we should borrow books every now and again. Also, at the library, we would not have had to leave with this backpack. This Disney backpack. And I have serious Disney issues, people. How does Disney treat women in their films, I ask you? NOT WELL. I mean, you have all the dead moms (Bambi's, Ariel's, Cinderella's, etc) and all the evil jealous wicked stepmoms (Snow White's, Cinderella's, etc), but then there are the moms you may not even notice as being awful role models until you read between the lines. Mrs. Incredible, who gives up her superpowers to vacuum while her husband reads the newspaper-- what decade is this people?-- and tells her kids they have to contain their greatness if they want to fit in with society. And this doesn't scratch the surface of the class issues in the Incredibles (like entitlements versus government handouts, for example, and the issue of who is entitled and who is a dependent). But yeah. Another tangent for another day
Keep in mind, he doesn't even know who the hell Mickey Mouse is- he just likes it because it has a handle and wheels. Soon he will buy peripherals for his laptop and start lugging this thing everywhere he goes. Which? Not very far.
But seriously, really cute, huh? And he was so sad when he thought he might have to leave it at the store. Yep. Nothing like rewarding those tears. I'm sure that won't come back to bite us on the ass, huh? Oh, and you should hear him say "Back pack." A-dorable.
Also, Harry likes pie, too. I had a major pregnant moment the other night, and Ben went to the aforementioned pie dealer and scored 3 sweet pieces -- I gave Harry a forkful of peanut butter pie (the best food in the world), and he was suspicious at first, but soon, he licked the fork. Then his eyes lit up, and he sucked the rest down in a heartbeat, saying "Mmmmm, pie. Mo pie.... done...mo pie...mmmm."
That minor issue aside, we all had a blast reading books and buying books (yeah-- we're going to the library from now on, or at least once in awhile because the library doesn't serve coffee, cold or otherwise, but it is right next to the best pie dealer in town. Ha! Pie dealer! I can't decide if that would be funnier if it were like a drug dealer with pies, or a car dealership selling pies. Probably cars. Like, could I take a test drive? Finance my pie? Would my fudge bottom taste better with a moon roof? Not MY fudge bottom-- that's gross-- I would never say that-- who does say that, really? I mean pie that's chocolate on the bottom layer and-- never mind. This has gotten very odd and tangential. Although the drug dealer with pies? Also funny. Could I freebase pie, maybe? Snort it? Smoke it? ).
The point is, we should borrow books every now and again. Also, at the library, we would not have had to leave with this backpack. This Disney backpack. And I have serious Disney issues, people. How does Disney treat women in their films, I ask you? NOT WELL. I mean, you have all the dead moms (Bambi's, Ariel's, Cinderella's, etc) and all the evil jealous wicked stepmoms (Snow White's, Cinderella's, etc), but then there are the moms you may not even notice as being awful role models until you read between the lines. Mrs. Incredible, who gives up her superpowers to vacuum while her husband reads the newspaper-- what decade is this people?-- and tells her kids they have to contain their greatness if they want to fit in with society. And this doesn't scratch the surface of the class issues in the Incredibles (like entitlements versus government handouts, for example, and the issue of who is entitled and who is a dependent). But yeah. Another tangent for another day
Keep in mind, he doesn't even know who the hell Mickey Mouse is- he just likes it because it has a handle and wheels. Soon he will buy peripherals for his laptop and start lugging this thing everywhere he goes. Which? Not very far.
But seriously, really cute, huh? And he was so sad when he thought he might have to leave it at the store. Yep. Nothing like rewarding those tears. I'm sure that won't come back to bite us on the ass, huh? Oh, and you should hear him say "Back pack." A-dorable.
Also, Harry likes pie, too. I had a major pregnant moment the other night, and Ben went to the aforementioned pie dealer and scored 3 sweet pieces -- I gave Harry a forkful of peanut butter pie (the best food in the world), and he was suspicious at first, but soon, he licked the fork. Then his eyes lit up, and he sucked the rest down in a heartbeat, saying "Mmmmm, pie. Mo pie.... done...mo pie...mmmm."
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Lucy!
Congratulations to Jen and Maurice who had the cutest little baby girl, Lucy Karen, on Monday. We got to see her today, and she was so warm and adorable and pink.
Here she is with her Uncle Ben
And me-- don't I kind of look like I want to eat her? I guess this was amplified by the fact that I was rubbing my hands together (hand sanitizer, you know) moments before she was placed in my arms.
And with both of us. We are soooo excited to be having a new baby of our own in a a little less than a hundred days. Before we saw Lucy, we were excited/scared shitless. Now we're just excited because, as I mentioned, she was so pink and lovely. Also she sleeps a lot-- like 4 hours in a row, something Harry didn't do till he was like 6 months old or something like that. So, if McLovin could be a sleeper, that'd be rad. But, yeah, you're right, We're probably not that lucky. I didn't think so either.
Here's whole cute family, including big brother Max
Harry always acts up in the group photos...
Harry and Max coloring
Harry and his grandma coloring-- clearly, these people do not have same fear of Harry+crayons and markers=ing heinous mess that I do
Here I am sorting through all of Harry's old teeny clothes that his grandparents let us store at their place-- because we swore up and down that it was going to be a really long time before we had another baby. Ha! Surprise!
Harry riding in this super cool car his grandparents have-- it's kind of like the old Pole Position game at the arcade...I need to find one like it because it totally says "big brother" to me! And I used to really like that game.
Harry and his gradparents-- we had a whirlwind trip, but as you can see, it was a blast. We had a high of zero today (yeah, I was depressed about that, too), so we wanted to make sure to drive in the light, which, just doesn't last very long.
I guess we kept the car a bit too warm for Harry's liking because I turned around to find him sans socks. Oh yeah! And he totally calls Lucy "Sucy--" how cute is that?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Room Makeover: Stage 2
On Sunday at like 10 am, we were all hanging out in Harry's room. Ben and I were using Harry's huge stuffed dog for a pillow and lounging on the floor complaining that the coffee we chugged with our donuts must have been decaf because we were ready for a nap. Harry was happily dragging things from his toy closet, playing with them for 2.5 seconds, and then flinging them aside, so he could scamper back into the toy closet to drag out more things.
Apropos of literally nothing, Ben sat up, fished his Cubs hat out of Harry's toy box and said, "I think I'll go get some paint and put some color on these walls today."
We passed a pleasant ten or fifteen minutes holding paint cards up to the wall and deciding between 20 or so shades of blue, and Harry gathered up each card we rejected and propped it up against his fire truck bed, copying the way we stepped away from the wall and studied the color with or heads cocked and our eyes narrowed.
Ben was like totally beyond thrilled to find out it was Menards Days, and he bought bunch of crap we don't know how to use because it was on sale, like caulk and this newfangled device called a caulk gun, along with paint and rollers and brushes, and pans and tarps-- the same stuff we buy every time we paint because we think these things are probably disposable. Are they, does anybody know?
Then he moved all of Harry's furniture into the center of the room, threw some plastic over it, and spent the next 2-4 hours taping the room while I hung out with Harry and cleaned the house, popping my head in every now and then to say helpful things like "You really haven't started painting yet?" and "Really? You're still taping?" When he finally did start painting around the trim, I offered more helpful advice like, "Yikes. You don't have to rush," and "That sure does look uneven. Maybe you should slow down."
Harry was flummoxed when he realized most of his toys (and all of his clothes and most of his diapers because we never think of things like that) were tarped off. He also thought it was strange and unsettling that his bed was pushed up next to ours. He spent most of the day watching PBS Kids and wringing his hands. He wore his jammies all day and never napped. Around 5:30, he fell asleep in his dinner, which included french fries from the pervious night because that's the kind of cook I am (and yeah, I seem to also be someone who saves leftover fries-- and they were baked in the oven and trans fat free). Since he was still in his jammies, I figured, what the hell, changed him into an overnight dinner, and tucked him into our bed, where he remained fast asleep until 7:00 the next morning, when he woke up still clutching a fry in his fist and asked for a bath and a bup.
I helped Ben paint the closet, which is why the closet is so streaky (according to Ben) and why my pajamas and socks and occasionally the carpet have blue spots on them.
So, here's the end result (still no bedding or anything for the walls. This is coming soon. We actually do have a few things for the walls, one of which is a canvas we found that was already painted with baby #2's name-- random, huh?)
Blue, huh?
Harry and I took a trip to Build-A-Bear, where we stuffed the smaller bear for the baby and got a fire fighter outfit for Harry's bear, fka President Harrison Bearison. We had so much fun that I think we'll have Harry's 2nd birthday there because I am totally missing out on the American Girl experience, so my boys are going to stuff teddy bears for as long as I can make them think it's cool.
This hat is from Harry's Grandpa Dennis, who used to be a firefighter. Both Harry and Ben try it on every chance they get, but sadly I have no pictures of Ben in it.
Harry, as you can see, is a big fan.
We played with all the crayons and markers Harry got for Chrismukkah, and Tadoodles make a big mess!
Especially on Harry's hands
Then Harry rode around on his basketball hoop, so I guess he likes his new digs. Every time he goes into his room, he says "Blue," and nods his head. He's also started going behind his crib to poop, (and the other night, after getting undressed and before getting in the tub, he peed on the leg of his crub and then came to get us saying Uh-oh, peepee, uh-oh) so I think we'll be talking more about the potty around here. Fun times. Ya'll know how much I love public bathrooms. Can't wait to use them with someone who's not tall enough to wash his hands and is not above licking weird things.
Apropos of literally nothing, Ben sat up, fished his Cubs hat out of Harry's toy box and said, "I think I'll go get some paint and put some color on these walls today."
We passed a pleasant ten or fifteen minutes holding paint cards up to the wall and deciding between 20 or so shades of blue, and Harry gathered up each card we rejected and propped it up against his fire truck bed, copying the way we stepped away from the wall and studied the color with or heads cocked and our eyes narrowed.
Ben was like totally beyond thrilled to find out it was Menards Days, and he bought bunch of crap we don't know how to use because it was on sale, like caulk and this newfangled device called a caulk gun, along with paint and rollers and brushes, and pans and tarps-- the same stuff we buy every time we paint because we think these things are probably disposable. Are they, does anybody know?
Then he moved all of Harry's furniture into the center of the room, threw some plastic over it, and spent the next 2-4 hours taping the room while I hung out with Harry and cleaned the house, popping my head in every now and then to say helpful things like "You really haven't started painting yet?" and "Really? You're still taping?" When he finally did start painting around the trim, I offered more helpful advice like, "Yikes. You don't have to rush," and "That sure does look uneven. Maybe you should slow down."
Harry was flummoxed when he realized most of his toys (and all of his clothes and most of his diapers because we never think of things like that) were tarped off. He also thought it was strange and unsettling that his bed was pushed up next to ours. He spent most of the day watching PBS Kids and wringing his hands. He wore his jammies all day and never napped. Around 5:30, he fell asleep in his dinner, which included french fries from the pervious night because that's the kind of cook I am (and yeah, I seem to also be someone who saves leftover fries-- and they were baked in the oven and trans fat free). Since he was still in his jammies, I figured, what the hell, changed him into an overnight dinner, and tucked him into our bed, where he remained fast asleep until 7:00 the next morning, when he woke up still clutching a fry in his fist and asked for a bath and a bup.
I helped Ben paint the closet, which is why the closet is so streaky (according to Ben) and why my pajamas and socks and occasionally the carpet have blue spots on them.
So, here's the end result (still no bedding or anything for the walls. This is coming soon. We actually do have a few things for the walls, one of which is a canvas we found that was already painted with baby #2's name-- random, huh?)
Blue, huh?
Harry and I took a trip to Build-A-Bear, where we stuffed the smaller bear for the baby and got a fire fighter outfit for Harry's bear, fka President Harrison Bearison. We had so much fun that I think we'll have Harry's 2nd birthday there because I am totally missing out on the American Girl experience, so my boys are going to stuff teddy bears for as long as I can make them think it's cool.
This hat is from Harry's Grandpa Dennis, who used to be a firefighter. Both Harry and Ben try it on every chance they get, but sadly I have no pictures of Ben in it.
Harry, as you can see, is a big fan.
We played with all the crayons and markers Harry got for Chrismukkah, and Tadoodles make a big mess!
Especially on Harry's hands
Then Harry rode around on his basketball hoop, so I guess he likes his new digs. Every time he goes into his room, he says "Blue," and nods his head. He's also started going behind his crib to poop, (and the other night, after getting undressed and before getting in the tub, he peed on the leg of his crub and then came to get us saying Uh-oh, peepee, uh-oh) so I think we'll be talking more about the potty around here. Fun times. Ya'll know how much I love public bathrooms. Can't wait to use them with someone who's not tall enough to wash his hands and is not above licking weird things.
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