The newborn son of a friend of mine is in the hospital. They're working hard to figure out the cause; it it appears to be a blood clot in his heart. Any prayers you can spare for little Ian and his parents Elisa and Steven would be much appreciated.
Thank you!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The hairdryer and the gerbil - a "tail" of misguided youth
God, I love my sister. She's rocks. She's kind, she is hilarious, and she is my best friend. She is also the reason that I can never truly use a hair dryer without giggling. Why you ask? Let me tell you a story...
The year is 198(something) and I'm probably a 3rd grader, which means my sis is probably in the 6th grade. She was learning about human development and had learned that when a gentleman gets "hot", something happens. What the "something" was remained vague to our sheltered small-town minds.
Around the time of human development lessons, I acquired two gerbils - first, Mr. Pipster (Pippy to his friends) and then Randy (named after the radio commercial character Randolph the Fibar Snack Bar Beaver. Don't ask, I won't be able to explain). We all lived a happy little existence in my messy room full of books and other nerd stuff.
After Randy had been introduced to the cage, we were constantly worried that one them might get pregnant. Gerbils don't exactly come with identifying gender tags. Being the budding human growth and development whiz that she was, my sister decided that she would investigate this situation and report back.
I watched with mild amusement while my sister held my poor defenseless gerbil by his/her tail and trained a hair dryer on to his/her nether-regions. After about 30 seconds of a steady stream of hot hair on his/her gerbil junk, my sister put him/her back in to the cage and declared that Randy was a girl. Her thoughtful hypothesis came about when she got the gerbil good and hot and NOTHING happened, ergo, Randy was a lady rodent.
I'm not the best story-teller in the world, so perhaps you may not be able to appreciate how hilarious this story became once we actually learned a bit more about human development and realized how misguided her experiment was.
A few other reasons I love my sister:
1) she saw the title to this post and knew immediately what it was about
2) she saw the title to this post and called me a few four-letter words for sharing it
3) she is actively trying to figure out how to keep this from my brother-in-law Brian
Love you sis!
The year is 198(something) and I'm probably a 3rd grader, which means my sis is probably in the 6th grade. She was learning about human development and had learned that when a gentleman gets "hot", something happens. What the "something" was remained vague to our sheltered small-town minds.
Around the time of human development lessons, I acquired two gerbils - first, Mr. Pipster (Pippy to his friends) and then Randy (named after the radio commercial character Randolph the Fibar Snack Bar Beaver. Don't ask, I won't be able to explain). We all lived a happy little existence in my messy room full of books and other nerd stuff.
After Randy had been introduced to the cage, we were constantly worried that one them might get pregnant. Gerbils don't exactly come with identifying gender tags. Being the budding human growth and development whiz that she was, my sister decided that she would investigate this situation and report back.
I watched with mild amusement while my sister held my poor defenseless gerbil by his/her tail and trained a hair dryer on to his/her nether-regions. After about 30 seconds of a steady stream of hot hair on his/her gerbil junk, my sister put him/her back in to the cage and declared that Randy was a girl. Her thoughtful hypothesis came about when she got the gerbil good and hot and NOTHING happened, ergo, Randy was a lady rodent.
I'm not the best story-teller in the world, so perhaps you may not be able to appreciate how hilarious this story became once we actually learned a bit more about human development and realized how misguided her experiment was.
A few other reasons I love my sister:
1) she saw the title to this post and knew immediately what it was about
2) she saw the title to this post and called me a few four-letter words for sharing it
3) she is actively trying to figure out how to keep this from my brother-in-law Brian
Love you sis!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Cute Jack stories and a reminder TO VOTE!
Regardless of your position, make sure your voice is heard by voting tomorrow!
And now, for a few cute Jack stories:
On Saturday I took Jack shopping at Fred Meyer (PNW grocery store). He knows when I say "let's go grocery shopping" it means he gets a free cookie from the bakery. The whole way over he was practicing getting his cookie. From the backseat, I heard the following on repeat for about 3 miles:
"Cookies"
"Ohhhhhh"
"Tank YOU" (cause he knows he has to say that when someone gives him something)
Once we got to the store, we were attempting to get down an aisle that was blocked by 3 people chatting. I said "excuse me", but they didn't budge. Jack yelled "HEY, BEEP, BEEP" and they quickly scooted out of the way.
As I passed by, I realized they weren't native English speakers which is why my polite "excuse me" didn't register. Apparently, "BEEP BEEP" transcends nations, languages, and dialects. My little Goodwill ambassador!
And now, for a few cute Jack stories:
On Saturday I took Jack shopping at Fred Meyer (PNW grocery store). He knows when I say "let's go grocery shopping" it means he gets a free cookie from the bakery. The whole way over he was practicing getting his cookie. From the backseat, I heard the following on repeat for about 3 miles:
"Cookies"
"Ohhhhhh"
"Tank YOU" (cause he knows he has to say that when someone gives him something)
Once we got to the store, we were attempting to get down an aisle that was blocked by 3 people chatting. I said "excuse me", but they didn't budge. Jack yelled "HEY, BEEP, BEEP" and they quickly scooted out of the way.
As I passed by, I realized they weren't native English speakers which is why my polite "excuse me" didn't register. Apparently, "BEEP BEEP" transcends nations, languages, and dialects. My little Goodwill ambassador!
Monday, October 25, 2010
Pumpkin Patch - 2010 (Warning: photo HEAVY)
We had a wonderful time at the pumpkin patch this year! We returned with our friends Lulu and Brian and their adorable daughter Bria. The weather was horrible headed down and on the return, but other than 10 minutes of rain while at the farm, we had ok weather.
Which is good considering there were storms and flooding all over the PNW this weekend. This is a shot of "the Nothing" that I was driving in to yesterday:
Last year, Bria was terrified of all things pumpkins. This year? Not so much. She did great, and I think part of it might have had to do with her newest little boyfriend:
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| My dear, may I escort you over to the goat pen? |
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| It's plain to see who was pursing who in this photo sequence! |
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| Can you blame him for two-timing his girlfriend Lyla?? Look at this sweet little face! |
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| He kept trying to pick up pumpkins whenever she was looking. I had to tell him girls aren't impressed with the "poop face" |
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| Here you go young lady, let me load that pumpkin up for you |
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| Where to? |
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| I hear chicks dig tricks. Watch THIS! |
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| Yes Poppa, Momma is watching too. She's impressed with both of us. |
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| It worked! |
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| And kept working all over the farm! |
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| My poor pale babycakes. Every photo of him with Troy, Jack looks washed out because the camera can't comprehend that light shade of skin tone. |
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| Thankfully with me in the photo, he gets a chance to look tan |
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| This cracked me up. It means every one of these things actually occurred and made them put up a sign. If you can't read it, it says: Pony Riding Rules: No Yelling No Screaming No High Fives (don't high-5 the pony?) No hitting the pony No Balloons |
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| Even with all the cute girls around, in the end, you go home with the lady who brung you |
Monday, October 18, 2010
Jack's 18 month appointment
Weight - 24 lbs 8.5 oz. He's moved up from the 20th to the 30th percentile!
Length - 33 inches (?). He is at the 75th percentile. He constantly fluctuates between 75th and 80th for height.
The pediatrician was very impressed with his verbal skills, and complimented us on his healthy diet and lack of TV watching. He does get to watch a little bit of TV each week when we need to do stuff around the house, but generally it's off all the time. The doctor also said he loved to see all the bruises on Jack's legs. He said he worries that 18 month olds without bruises aren't having enough fun. Hee hee.
The doc told me that Jack's development is fairly advanced with words, signs, colors, counting, etc. Troy and I work with him, but much of the praise goes to my amazing Aunt Connie and Uncle Jim (Gackie and Unk Jim) who watch him 4 days a week. They love reading with him (except for "Are You My Mother"), and teach him lots of great things. Thank you!
At 18 months, Jack is:
-Wearing 24 month or 2T shirts
-Wearing 18 or 24 month pants
-Can count to 10, but chooses to usually ignore "7" because 7 sucks
-Is finally giving us kisses and hugs without being bribed. I like this new affectionate Jack!
-Is referred to as "The Mayor" whenever we go anywhere. He loves to smile, wave, say hi, and give random strangers "high-5's" and "knucks".
-Knows most animal sounds if you ask him. For the record, Penguins say "brrrrr", flamingos say "I'm pink, pink, pink", and Meerkats say "meow".
-LOVES "reading" books, especially in the car
-Can say A,B,C, and D. And can identify and say "O".
-Adds an "a", "eh" or "y" to the end of any word with a hard consonant. Cup = Cupa, Fort = Forta, Pete = Petey. My friend who is a speech pathologist said it's normal.
-Knows almost all his colors, including teal. His favorites to say are "pinka, booooo, and geen".
-Loves anything Mickey and cowboy
-Has his naughty moments, but is generally a really good boy. When he gets timeouts he always says "sowee".
-Has gone poo poo on the potty twice.
-Loves hip hop and says "no no no no" whenever I turn on NPR in the car
-Is the light of his Poppa and my world.
Length - 33 inches (?). He is at the 75th percentile. He constantly fluctuates between 75th and 80th for height.
The pediatrician was very impressed with his verbal skills, and complimented us on his healthy diet and lack of TV watching. He does get to watch a little bit of TV each week when we need to do stuff around the house, but generally it's off all the time. The doctor also said he loved to see all the bruises on Jack's legs. He said he worries that 18 month olds without bruises aren't having enough fun. Hee hee.
The doc told me that Jack's development is fairly advanced with words, signs, colors, counting, etc. Troy and I work with him, but much of the praise goes to my amazing Aunt Connie and Uncle Jim (Gackie and Unk Jim) who watch him 4 days a week. They love reading with him (except for "Are You My Mother"), and teach him lots of great things. Thank you!
At 18 months, Jack is:
-Wearing 24 month or 2T shirts
-Wearing 18 or 24 month pants
-Can count to 10, but chooses to usually ignore "7" because 7 sucks
-Is finally giving us kisses and hugs without being bribed. I like this new affectionate Jack!
-Is referred to as "The Mayor" whenever we go anywhere. He loves to smile, wave, say hi, and give random strangers "high-5's" and "knucks".
-Knows most animal sounds if you ask him. For the record, Penguins say "brrrrr", flamingos say "I'm pink, pink, pink", and Meerkats say "meow".
-LOVES "reading" books, especially in the car
-Adds an "a", "eh" or "y" to the end of any word with a hard consonant. Cup = Cupa, Fort = Forta, Pete = Petey. My friend who is a speech pathologist said it's normal.
-Knows almost all his colors, including teal. His favorites to say are "pinka, booooo, and geen".
-Loves anything Mickey and cowboy
-Has gone poo poo on the potty twice.
-Loves hip hop and says "no no no no" whenever I turn on NPR in the car
-Is the light of his Poppa and my world.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thank you!
Thank you to those of you who donated to Team Baby Bear for the Lupus Walk this past weekend. Many of the donations were annoymous, so I'm unable to write you a formal thank you. I appreciate the generosity and donations; every little bit helps in the end!
The weather was nice, and Jack and I had 2 great friends and their son join us for the 5k. The whole thing was incredibly disorganized, but we enjoyed our time for chatting.
At one point we got left behind by the crowd due to a potty stop. We couldn't figure out where everyone went (did I mention how disorganized it was?), so we decided that Lupus wasn't going to be cured by us wandering the downtown streets of Olympia. Instead, we headed off to a restaurant for chicken fried steak and eggs. One cannot cure Lupus on an empty stomach! Just a note that we were like 99.9% done with the walk. So, you didn't donate for me to eat CFS.
Jack decided to voice his thoughts on Lupus:
The weather was nice, and Jack and I had 2 great friends and their son join us for the 5k. The whole thing was incredibly disorganized, but we enjoyed our time for chatting.
At one point we got left behind by the crowd due to a potty stop. We couldn't figure out where everyone went (did I mention how disorganized it was?), so we decided that Lupus wasn't going to be cured by us wandering the downtown streets of Olympia. Instead, we headed off to a restaurant for chicken fried steak and eggs. One cannot cure Lupus on an empty stomach! Just a note that we were like 99.9% done with the walk. So, you didn't donate for me to eat CFS.
Jack decided to voice his thoughts on Lupus:
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