So Will's at that stage when he's starting to notice body parts. Sometimes to amusing results.
Case in point: lately, he's been waking up with a bit of an erection (and I hope I never have to make note of that again) which he's noticed when changing his diaper in the morning. The first time Will saw this, he exclaimed "Whoa! Big penis!".
The other day I got out of the shower and Jason let Will into the bathroom to see me. When I opened the door of the shower stall, Will looked at my crotch and said "Ew! Dirty!". Although lately he's been wanting to wipe me when I'm peeing, so it must not freak him out that much.
I guess he's ready to start potty training?
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Happy Birthday Grandma!
Another birthday post, folks!
Janice (aka Grandma) turned 50 this past Friday and Robert asked Kristy to put together a small party. And I helped!
We decided on a game-night theme and Party City helpfully obliged.
I'm a lame decorator. This is nothing new. Janice loved it, so that's all that matters.
Robert was in charge of flowers and he COMPLETELY rocked his role (heh). He got a bouquet for Dora (she was in charge of Kylie that day so Kristy could get stuff ready), one for me (obviously) and one for Kristy (even more obviously). The ones above? Those were for Janice. Those f-ers were heavy.
And a shot of the birthday girl. We all know I can't take a picture worth a crap so I posted the best one I've got. Don & Marsha surprised Janice by making the trip in and everyone had a great time playing Dominoes (Jenny and I should never sit next to each other)
Janice (aka Grandma) turned 50 this past Friday and Robert asked Kristy to put together a small party. And I helped!
We decided on a game-night theme and Party City helpfully obliged.
I'm a lame decorator. This is nothing new. Janice loved it, so that's all that matters.
Robert was in charge of flowers and he COMPLETELY rocked his role (heh). He got a bouquet for Dora (she was in charge of Kylie that day so Kristy could get stuff ready), one for me (obviously) and one for Kristy (even more obviously). The ones above? Those were for Janice. Those f-ers were heavy.
And a shot of the birthday girl. We all know I can't take a picture worth a crap so I posted the best one I've got. Don & Marsha surprised Janice by making the trip in and everyone had a great time playing Dominoes (Jenny and I should never sit next to each other)Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Happy Birthday Abba!
Today is Mom’s birthday.
The past two years with Will has made me really appreciate my mom (and y’all know how much I already appreciate my mom). I’ve realized I need to get a move on if I’m going to half as awesome as my mom is/has been her entire life.
My mom made the birthday book for my elementary school library. Every child in that school got to choose a book in honor of his/her birthday; the child’s name and the name of the book was recorded in this… what I can only describe as the precursor to scrapbooking (which makes me laugh now knowing my mom’s thinking on scrapbooking). Anyway, there were balloons or presents or cakes or whatnot to transcribe each child’s name/book, but there was only one pink balloon. One pink balloon that had been reserved for Courage, Dana for Jill Calonico because I loved pink balloons.
My mom put notes in my lunch bag every so often, even when I was in high school.
My mom would make me a turkey bacon sandwich every morning if I asked her to (and sometimes I didn’t even have to ask).
My mom apologized and let me cry ran she ran over my first cat. Then, covered in kitty blood, she laughed with my friends and me when she told me she’d run over the second cat (both lived, btw, and went on to have very long kitty lives).
My mom took me to Fuddrucker’s on her 40th birthday because she didn’t want to be home when her birthday Strip-o-Gram arrived (and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to remember that or not).
My mom continued to let me wear my Strawberry Shortcake shoes even after they started smelling so badly they had to left outside at night.
My mom let me drive her fun little red sports car whenever I “needed” to.
My mom made me a Gloria VanderButt jean skirt when I was a kid.
My mom didn’t let me get too scared when I had a large, scary cyst removed. She took care of me.
My mom let me take care of her when she had a small, even more scary lump removed. She still didn’t let me get too scared.
My mom made my homecoming and prom dresses. She made my best friend’s wedding dress when her mom couldn’t.
My mom lives farther away than I’d like and I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like to. But she always answers the phone when I call and will tell me to suck it up when I’m being ridiculous (which is often).
My mom was always my mom when I was growing up, but now she’s my friend, too.
Happy Birthday, Mom—I love you.
The past two years with Will has made me really appreciate my mom (and y’all know how much I already appreciate my mom). I’ve realized I need to get a move on if I’m going to half as awesome as my mom is/has been her entire life.
My mom made the birthday book for my elementary school library. Every child in that school got to choose a book in honor of his/her birthday; the child’s name and the name of the book was recorded in this… what I can only describe as the precursor to scrapbooking (which makes me laugh now knowing my mom’s thinking on scrapbooking). Anyway, there were balloons or presents or cakes or whatnot to transcribe each child’s name/book, but there was only one pink balloon. One pink balloon that had been reserved for Courage, Dana for Jill Calonico because I loved pink balloons.
My mom put notes in my lunch bag every so often, even when I was in high school.
My mom would make me a turkey bacon sandwich every morning if I asked her to (and sometimes I didn’t even have to ask).
My mom apologized and let me cry ran she ran over my first cat. Then, covered in kitty blood, she laughed with my friends and me when she told me she’d run over the second cat (both lived, btw, and went on to have very long kitty lives).
My mom took me to Fuddrucker’s on her 40th birthday because she didn’t want to be home when her birthday Strip-o-Gram arrived (and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to remember that or not).
My mom continued to let me wear my Strawberry Shortcake shoes even after they started smelling so badly they had to left outside at night.
My mom let me drive her fun little red sports car whenever I “needed” to.
My mom made me a Gloria VanderButt jean skirt when I was a kid.
My mom didn’t let me get too scared when I had a large, scary cyst removed. She took care of me.
My mom let me take care of her when she had a small, even more scary lump removed. She still didn’t let me get too scared.
My mom made my homecoming and prom dresses. She made my best friend’s wedding dress when her mom couldn’t.
My mom lives farther away than I’d like and I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like to. But she always answers the phone when I call and will tell me to suck it up when I’m being ridiculous (which is often).
My mom was always my mom when I was growing up, but now she’s my friend, too.
Happy Birthday, Mom—I love you.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Hodge podge
No real rhyme or reason to this, just pictures.
Will refused to get out of his chair, although he'd finished his snack. So we decided drawing would be the best use of his time. Ah, to think back to the hundreds of (collective) hours amassed on this kitchen table (to those who don't know, this is the kitchen table from my parents' old house. I inherited it when they moved. For my birthday this year, my parents hauled themselves up here and worked for hours [in May, in Texas, in my garage] sanding and staining this table to my precise specifications. I'm not all spoiled).
Will refused to get out of his chair, although he'd finished his snack. So we decided drawing would be the best use of his time. Ah, to think back to the hundreds of (collective) hours amassed on this kitchen table (to those who don't know, this is the kitchen table from my parents' old house. I inherited it when they moved. For my birthday this year, my parents hauled themselves up here and worked for hours [in May, in Texas, in my garage] sanding and staining this table to my precise specifications. I'm not all spoiled).
These shots are actually a couple hours after the previous ones. Will's eating again. On the counter.
After dinner and bath, I put Will in his Halloween costume (I do this so he gets used to it. He's not normally a big fan of hats, but he's making an exception for Halloween).
He's going to be a pirate, although the above shot reminds me of Oliver! "Please sir, can I have some more?"
"Food, glorious food!"
Actually, here you can really tell the pirate-ness of the costume. It comes with spats to go over his shoes but I didn't put them on yet. That disembodied hand is me holding Pirate Pablo which inspired Will's love of pirates (not Captain Feathersword).
Saturday, October 11, 2008
After Dark in the Park
Today I realized that the Metroplex area turns into Stars Hollow when the weather gets "cooler" (meaning under 90 degrees) and we have umpteen different festivals going on. I'm pretty proud to say that Jason and I have been getting off our duffs and partaking in many of these.
This weekend is the annual "After Dark in the Park" festival, which we also attended last year with our good friends, The Harpers.
This weekend is the annual "After Dark in the Park" festival, which we also attended last year with our good friends, The Harpers.
Will's favorite part, without a doubt, is the fire truck. Luckily, we got there before the fire truck was called away for fire-truck-ly duties, and we got the requisite picture in front of it.
Then we realised that, instead of waiting in the long line to sit in in the back seat and have your picture taken, we could go around the truck and immediately have Will's picture taken in the front seat. So we did.
Will helped himself to pushing a few buttons. Relax, he got permission.
We headed over to the pumpkin patch where Will picked out some of his favorites, then proceeded to roll, kick or throw them to other children in attendance. I really, really thought he was going to launch one at the baby in the corner of the above photo, but that crisis was somehow averted. Baby's mom was very cool about the near miss though. Thanks, Baby's Mom!
It was a long night and Will was very tired by the end of it. He just needed to stop and take a little rest for the long hayride back to the car.
Seriously, we turn into Stars Hollow.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Putting the hurt in yoghurt (British spelling)
Will helped himself to some yogurt (or yoghurt, for my English brethren)
"No Momma! No help"
Going.
Going.
Gone!
"No Momma! No help"
Going.
Going.
Gone!
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