How many times have you thought: "I sure wish my undies smelled like a forest, but keeping a fresh tree in my dresser seems so inpractical"? Well, I found something at my local grocery store that solves your problem.Merry Christmas!
Monday, November 30, 2009
FINALLY, a product for the masses!
How many times have you thought: "I sure wish my undies smelled like a forest, but keeping a fresh tree in my dresser seems so inpractical"? Well, I found something at my local grocery store that solves your problem.Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
The talking continues & blog name change
Jack has now said "Poppa" and "Da da" when Troy is mentioned or he sees Troy. It's pretty darn adorable. He also says something that sounds like "Barbara" which is my mom's name so we're going to go ahead and assume he is truly saying Barbara. "Momma" has been heard multiple times since last week.
Additionally, thanks to Aunt Connie, we have seen via video he can sign "more" during mealtime.
In blogging news, it is time to change the name of this blog! I'll keep the address, but am looking for a new name and layout design. Please post your recommendations for a new blog name in the comments sections! I love your creativity ladies (and Dad who reads this but can't figure out how to post a comment...), so help me out!
Additionally, thanks to Aunt Connie, we have seen via video he can sign "more" during mealtime.
In blogging news, it is time to change the name of this blog! I'll keep the address, but am looking for a new name and layout design. Please post your recommendations for a new blog name in the comments sections! I love your creativity ladies (and Dad who reads this but can't figure out how to post a comment...), so help me out!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Just like Kevin Spacey,
Jack is verbal! At 2:31 this morning, Jack clear as day said "Momma"!!
Troy was changing his diaper (Jack's diaper, not Troy's) and as usual, Jack was crying because for some reason he hates diaper changes from 6:00 pm - 6:00 am. Anyhoo, I walked in to his room and sat down on his chair to get ready to feed him when Troy had finished.
Jack looked over at me and said "Mommmmma"; it was clear as day and both Troy and I heard it!
He's also been saying "ba ba" for the last few days, and makes a popping sound which I think might be "Poppa"(?).
Looks like I need to stop swearing...
My little sleeping angel:
Note: Mom & Dad, I'll explain the Kevin Spacey reference at dinner on Sunday.
Troy was changing his diaper (Jack's diaper, not Troy's) and as usual, Jack was crying because for some reason he hates diaper changes from 6:00 pm - 6:00 am. Anyhoo, I walked in to his room and sat down on his chair to get ready to feed him when Troy had finished.
Jack looked over at me and said "Mommmmma"; it was clear as day and both Troy and I heard it!
He's also been saying "ba ba" for the last few days, and makes a popping sound which I think might be "Poppa"(?).
Looks like I need to stop swearing...
My little sleeping angel:
Note: Mom & Dad, I'll explain the Kevin Spacey reference at dinner on Sunday.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I love Washington
People always say things like "Seattle is rainy and gray. Why would you live there"? I respond that it is green, has gorgeous scenery, is often sunny (we had something like 163 days in a row this year where it didn't drop below 60 degrees), and people are friendly. But the REAL reason that I love Seattle, is that things like this happen here:
Police: Drunk 'ninja' impaled on First Hill fence post
A drunk man believing himself to be a ninja drew the help of Seattle police and aid crews late Monday after impaling himself on a First Hill fence post, a police spokesperson said.
The man's ninja skills, it seems, were bested by the 4- to 5-foot-tall fence he attempted to vault, according to the police statement. He ended up stuck on a spike atop the fence in the 600 block of Seventh Avenue.
After an officer in the area heard the man's screams and located him at about 11:15 p.m., Seattle Fire Department personnel were able to free the man. They took him to Harborview Medical Center, where officers attempted to ascertain exactly what the would-be silent assassin was up to.
"The male claimed he was not being chased, but rather he thought he was a ninja and would be able to successfully leap over the 4'-5' fence," the police spokesman said in a statement. "Clearly he was overconfident in his abilities, no doubt bolstered by alcohol."
http://blog.seattlepi.com/seattle911/archives/185393.asp
Police: Drunk 'ninja' impaled on First Hill fence post
A drunk man believing himself to be a ninja drew the help of Seattle police and aid crews late Monday after impaling himself on a First Hill fence post, a police spokesperson said.
The man's ninja skills, it seems, were bested by the 4- to 5-foot-tall fence he attempted to vault, according to the police statement. He ended up stuck on a spike atop the fence in the 600 block of Seventh Avenue.
After an officer in the area heard the man's screams and located him at about 11:15 p.m., Seattle Fire Department personnel were able to free the man. They took him to Harborview Medical Center, where officers attempted to ascertain exactly what the would-be silent assassin was up to.
"The male claimed he was not being chased, but rather he thought he was a ninja and would be able to successfully leap over the 4'-5' fence," the police spokesman said in a statement. "Clearly he was overconfident in his abilities, no doubt bolstered by alcohol."
http://blog.seattlepi.com/seattle911/archives/185393.asp
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
In my dreams...
...I am at the helm of a steamroller, barreling towards my terrified and shaking Medela Pump. The pump puts his arms up (I guess that would be the tubing?) screaming "Please no! Please be kind, don't squish me"!
I am cold-hearted and the pleas for leniency don't sway me. I continue on with a maniacal grin on my face. I get closer and closer and an evil laughter begins to escape from my mouth. At this point, the pump is crying - leaking the milk that I just pumped - and telling me to consider his family. I call him a liar; pumps are machine and don't have family. Besides, his demise means I have more time with MY family.
My mind is made up, and I refuse to bend. I push the accelerator down to the floor (do steamrollers have accelerators??), and roll over the pump as he lets out a sickening scream. The pump is no more, and I am free.
I am cold-hearted and the pleas for leniency don't sway me. I continue on with a maniacal grin on my face. I get closer and closer and an evil laughter begins to escape from my mouth. At this point, the pump is crying - leaking the milk that I just pumped - and telling me to consider his family. I call him a liar; pumps are machine and don't have family. Besides, his demise means I have more time with MY family.
My mind is made up, and I refuse to bend. I push the accelerator down to the floor (do steamrollers have accelerators??), and roll over the pump as he lets out a sickening scream. The pump is no more, and I am free.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Prayers for a friend please
Please send any good thoughts and prayers you can to my little friend Aidan who has H1N1. Thank you!
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