Thursday, December 27, 2007

Wordsmith

Having Hamma(h) and Papa here has been very educational for Tiny. I've included a Will : English dictionary below:

aht: hot
ock: sock
och: clock
caca: cookie
blala: banana (we're really proud of that)
dat: what's that?
done: all done
ball: ball
bye bye: bye bye

More to come.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Nothing new to update

I decided to go with a bigger font; the "small" was a bit too small. I wonder how small the "smallest" font is.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Wow. That's small.

We're excited for Christmas and should have pictures up soon. Hamma(h) and Papa got here today, much to my delight, and we're reveling (revelling?) in some Calonico-ness that has been sorely lacking. Don't get me wrong, I adore all the Carter-ness. Sometimes I just need to go back to where I came from, though. Remember the little people, y'know?

Jason had a really long work-day today. But, Robert got robbed at gunpoint. Puts things in perspective.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Cavalcade of goodness, is what it is.

Please for the love of God and the sweet baby Jesus, look at this. It's the most wonderful thing I've seen in a very long time. I love this woman and have determined that I need to be friends with her.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

A Visit with Santa

Santa paid a visit to the Grand Peninsula HOA a couple of weeks ago and the neighborhood kids found time to stop in, have a few cookies, do some pagan dances and have their picture taken with Santa. Will had a good time.

Kylie did not.

Don't worry: Will managed to not give anyone a knuckle sandwich.

Thanks, Jessica Simpson!

Will: What do you mean the Cowboy's lost?
Santa: Romo's on the naughty list ever since he hooked up with Jessica Simpson and her poisonous vagina. Besides, I'm a Packer's fan. I live in a frozen tundra; what did you expect?

Thursday, December 13, 2007

12007 Spring Grove Drive

Last night Jason asked if I missed our old house, which, no. My reasons include:

1. I would have to run into the garage to flip the breaker in order to operate my garbage disposal.
2. I was never sure if I would have to open the window in the kitchen while cooking b/c it was possible that Cal had peed on one of the burners. Burning cat pee smells, y’all.
3. The master bathroom had no door.
4. We had no quarter-round on our floors.
5. The utility room smelled like dead mice. Guess why.
6. Popcorn ceilings.
7. There was a hole in the shower of the guest bath because one of Jason’s cousins tried having sex w/ his girlfriend while bathing (or so I was told).
8. There was a hole in the wall between the two guest rooms so Jason’s cousins had a place to hide beer cans.
9. The half-bath smelled like pee because Jason’s cousins liked to stand on the staircase and attempt to pee in the toilet. The attempts failed.
10. Neighborhood hate crimes which resulted in Jason being interviewed on the news (not in a suspect’s role, thank God).

I do have some fond memories of that house: The Gould’s living w/ us for a short time and still being friends w/ us afterwards. My joy of getting dinner from Pei-Wei on Wednesday nights and settling in to watch Lost and gorging myself on Dan Dan noodles. Jason trying to do pull-ups on the banister to impress his sister, falling and breaking his wrist.

…but that’s another entry.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Secret Lovers...Yeah.

That's what we are. Try so hard to hide the way we feel.



Oh Scotch Tape, how you delight me. You cover up my mistakes and make all my Christmas packages look tight and firm. You are the platic surgery of Christmas. I rescued five packages of you from obscurity at my local Dollar General--I brought you home and have kept you safe and warm; I gave you a place to lay your weary end piece. But I am a cruel mistress, Scotch Tape. I will use you. I will abuse you. I will discard you without a second thought. But oh! how I will cry when you are gone. I will yearn for you, Scotch Tape.



Monday, December 10, 2007

Something clever

Not much going on here; I just felt guilty that I've only been posting once a month.

Will's been growing leaps and bounds--he has to duck his head when he closes the fridge door (otherwise he'll get massively decapitated, according to his screaming (as opposed to getting a little decapitated, I guess? Shut up, I'm tired)). We're also noticing how much more he's comprehending: we're eating dinner and letting him do a little roaming around (he's a free-range kid, after all) and when he starts doing something he's not supposed to be doing, we call him over. Not surprising, but while he used to look up at the sound of his name and do his little shit-eating grin, now he actually walks over to us with a look on his face that clearly says "Pip pip, Mother; can I make you a cuppa?" (apparently I think Will's British; obviously courtesy of Uncle Scott). Anyway, we ask him to play us a song, and he waddles into the kitchen and turns on his little Fridge DJ...

BTW: We love our Fridge DJ. It's actually our Dishwasher DJ, but it works just the same. It's a little piece of Heaven in a Fisher-Price box...

...and he'll walk back over to us and do his little dance. Will's dance is a slight bouncing up and down; he's also learned how to sway, which will come in handy at his 8th grade dances (don't worry, honey, I'll lend you a dollar to buy the Little Red-Haired girl a carnation, kay? Kisses!) His dancing is a pre-cursor (does that need to be hyphenated?) to his new thing: Jumping. These are deep knee bends w/ his arms behind his back, and then quickly standing up straight again. Very different from dancing.

I also think Will can talk a lot more than I give him credit for. I have a witness that will swear she heard him say "I not tired" on Saturday night (of course, this was while he was taking a bath w/ Jovie, so maybe he didn't want to end the slumber party too early and get his diaper frozen?). And Sunday morning after breakfast--when it was time to wake up an already-awake Daddy--Will ran into the bedroom and said "Dada, wake-up". Except it was all one word so it was more like dadawayup, which could also be the phrase used on the next skydiving expedition.

True story.

Final thoughts for today: what is my love affair w/ parenthesis? Why can't I form cohesive thoughts anymore? I used to be smarter than this....