Thursday, August 30, 2007
If you somehow did not notice, forget I said anything.
Because it's always been there.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
- Where are we going Mom?
- Is this doctor for you or for me or for Emme?
- I want to get ice cream after we're done.
- Why is that little girl crying?
- What are they doing to Emme?
- What's going to feel like a bee sting?
- MY ARM!!! IT HURTS SO BAD!!
- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! (As he tried to rip the needle out of his arm and out of the hands of the tech)
- I DON'T EVER WANT TO GO THERE AGAIN!! (Loud enough for the entire office to hear)
- I CAN'T MOVE MY ARM!!
- I CAN'T HOLD MY ICEE!
- I CAN'T GO TO SCHOOL NOW!!
- OH NO, I CAN'T PLAY GAME CUBE NOW!!
- MY ARM MY ARM MY ARM!
This continued for an hour and a half. No one was allowed to touch his arm, not even to look at it. And he really freaked out when Emme took off her arm bandaid. I think he thought blood was going to come squirting out everywhere. That kid. It was so sad and pathetic, that it was quite funny. Poor poor Cannon.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
We've all been sick.
And we can't seem to shake it.
As we speak, I head off to the doc again.
Another pink eye, possibly sinus infection.
And the prof's coming home with Strep.
Here's to hoping it leaves us soon.
In the meantime, my dearest did laundry this past week. For the first time ever, he put my 9 year old sons jeans in my pile. That's right, he thinks that my 9 year old skinny as all get out boy child and I are the same size. I wanted to jump his bones right then. He deserves it.
Monday, August 20, 2007
We have one of those side doors in our garage, you know, one of those doors that you pay a ridiculous amount for from the builder just so you don't have to walk around your house to take out the trash. I opened said door and there was no trash can. Ahh, professor did you forget to bring it in from Thursdays pick-up? No problem, I just put it in the mini trash can we keep in the garage for fast food wrappers. What, you don't have a place you put your QT 44 oz cups and Sonic ice cream cups so no one knows when you sneak a pick me up? You should. Besides, I wasn't going to walk all the way out front to bring in the can. That's someone else's job.
Saturday, approximately 4pm, I go to take the trash out.
By the way, isn't this HIS job? But I digress.
Since the mini trash can is full, I figure I'll open the garage door and, yes, pull the can in. Again, Isn't this HIS job? Everyone knows all trash duties are done by the men, right? Yeah, right. I'm not complaining, he does laundry. It's an equal trade.
Anyways, there's no trash can by the curb. He must've pulled it in and I didn't realize it. So I open the aforementioned very expensive side door. Umm, no trash can there either. Tired of carrying the bag of trash around, I pile it on top of the already overflowing mini trash can and head inside.
"Hey, do you know where the trash can is?" I ask.
"On the side of the house." He says.
"No it's not, and it's not out front either," I say.
We look at each other. Did someone steal our trash can? Who would do such a thing? Don't they know pretty soon we are going to be swimming in our own refuse? Oh no, panic starts to set in.
I bet it was punk teenagers! Or the neighbors looking for an extra! Maybe the punk teenagers stole theirs and so they stole ours and now we have to go steal someone elses! But I don't want to steal someone's trash can! I want my trash can! What are we going to do?!
Sunday, approximately 12pm. I now have to find a place for the trash.
Professor notices the neighbors across the street have TWO trashcans, one in front, one right behind the fence. Are you kidding? They took our can and are trying to hide it from us! And we just saw them at church!
I call, "Hey, I have a funny question to ask," I say.
"I have a funny answer," he says.
"We are missing our trash can," I say.
"So it's YOUR trash can," he says, laughing.
Apparently, during the very windy dust storm Thursday night, our trash can got blown away. And landed in his yard. He thought it was his, so he put it away. A day later he noticed that he already had one behind the fence. Hmmmm. Interesting.
I met him out front to retrieve my can.
"Sorry about the fast food wrappers in it," he says.
"Hey, I completely understand," I say.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Cannon always gets chocolate. Always. He takes after his grandpa foohlar, that one.
See how happy she is? Don't tell everyone but this little girl gets a little ice cream too. I know, I know. What kind of eating habits am I instilling in my baby?! Come on, she's 10 months. It's not like I'm feeding her Diet Coke in a bottle. Although I might let her suck on the ice from my 44 oz Thirstbuster of Diet Dr. Pepper. I mean, it IS hot outside.
My professor always gets raspberry shakes at the Red Robin. He's a raspberry kind of guy. Although he doesn't like to have someone give him a raspberry, say, on his belly. He really doesn't like that. But if I'm real nice and I bat my eyelashes a little, he gives me some of his milkshake. But he grumbles about it and tells me to order my own. He's so silly, I don't want my own milkshake, I just want a little of his. And a little of Cannon's. And Emme's. Not Chance's though, because that kid sucks his down in 2 minutes.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
If you were wondering what the heck happened to me, let me fill you in.
In the past week, we've had
- 2 birthdays
- 1 baptism
- 3 different school schedules start
- 1 large family get together
- 1 bout of pink eye
- 1 ear infection
- painted 1 room in stripes
- cleaned 1 house, over and over and over and over
No I didn't forget you people. I just got busy. I apologize and promise to do better. Soooo...
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
Do you like my new shirt? The monkey looks like me.
Hey dad, mom's taking a million pictures of me.
Yes, I know he's cute.
Even though I cut off all of his hair this morning with a #2 instead of a #4 like usual.
No? Okay. I love you. Remember to ask to go to the bathroom, if you need to. I'll be back in exactly 2 hours and 45 minutes. Did you know I loved you? Because I really really do.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
I repeat, put the comic book down and go to bed!
Didn't I already tuck you in?
Your alarm better not be set for 4:30am like you said.
Earlier in the evening...
Don't you just love how running water looks when you photograph it?
And those rolls.
At this point I had to put the camera down, as she slid and fell into the water and got her face all wet and almost drowned. I practically dropped the camera in the water pulling her up.
Lesson #1. Don't fill the bathtub up this high.
Lesson #2. Put the wrist strap on when taking tub pictures.
Lesson #3. Always watch your kids when in the tub. Always always always.
And your poor swim trunks just didn't want to stay up. That's what happens when you have exactly zero tush.
Look at those guns. Trying to get Chance to look at the camera is nigh on impossible. But at least he posed well. Do you see what a summer of swim team does to abs?
I need to be on a swim team.
Claire bear, you loved the sand. You especially loved eating the sand. At first you weren't sure if it was your thing, but after just a minute, you were all over the place, sometimes crawling straight for the ocean.
As you can tell, we found many shells.
Emme was so happy.
I love the beach.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Classic Emme photo.
This is mine. Not nearly as dramatic.
Ahh yes, the bridge. Very nice. Now show me those fishing boats again.
What a beautiful morning to sit on the edge of a rail.
I took this. Not bad, huh? Why is it that when I smile, my eyes disappear? It was very cold by the way. Very cold.
My three eldest climbing up the railing to look DOWN into the bay. Um guys, get down from there this instant! But not before I snap a photo.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
See Chance pointing to the M5 Industries sign? Mike made me take that. I was already back in the car.
Mike found this was the sign on the door. Apparently lots of people come by for pictures. Don't worry we didn't knock, but it would've been fun to. It would've been more fun to let Mike knock and, as he ran back to the van, I would've taken off. That would've been hilarious.