Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
So picture it: I was making a pizza for lunch today. I had the dough rolled in a ball, sitting in a bowl on the counter. I was grating some cheese. I had the pizza sauce sitting beside the bowl of dough. I had a pizza pan sitting on top of the stove. The stove was preheating. My husband walks into the kitchen and asks, "What are you making?"
THEN HE ASKS AGAIN WHEN I DIDN'T ANSWER!!!!!
I responded with "WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?!" But now that I've been thinking about it all day, I've thought of a million other responses. Like "It's a bucket of chicken. I hope you like it extra flat and crispy."*
*Stole that from Golden Girls. That show makes my heart happy.
Later, when he was standing outside talking to our brother-in-law, I went outside to check the mail. I flipped through the stack of mail til I got to one piece. It happened to be an envelope that contained a check from when I was on maternity leave. I turned to Michael, who was standing no more than 5 feet away, and I said, "Oh, I got that check!" And he said, "Really? How much is it?" Dude, I JUST TOOK IT OUT OF THE MAILBOX! Let me use my xray vision skillz and look through the envelope, k?
I'm glad that my sweet husband and I love each other enough to make fun of each other. It'd suck to be stuck with someone you couldn't joke with. I'm glad I don't know that feeling!
In Dylan news, OH EM GEE kid, are you EVER full? I feel like Bessie the milk cow. I can't complain about ya too much because 1) you're super cute and 2) you DO sleep through the night. Ah, sweet sleep-through-the-night bliss. Little M didn't even bother attempting this skill til he was about 6 months old. And even then, it was an on and off type of thing.
In little Michael news, he's decided that I can no longer sing. I can't sing along with the Phineas and Ferb theme song. I can't sing along with the radio. I start singing, and he starts yelling "NO SINGING!" The ONLY person to appreciate my singing no longer appreciates it. *sigh*... at least Dylan doesn't know the difference between good and bad singing yet! :)
In sleepy news... well, I'm sleepy. Goodnight folks!
Friday, March 26, 2010
a) Pamela Anderson's face on the DWTS teaser (I wish this was a clearer picture. I think she's beyond the point of rescue on the botox thing.)
3) My son's newest obsessive catch-phrase is, "ya know, sometimes..." This can preface ANY SINGLE THING HE HAS TO SAY. Example: "Ya know, sometimes, I want orange juice." "Ya know, sometimes, Dylan's crying, mommy." "Ya know, sometimes, *babble babble babble*"
4) Speaking of this Us Weekly, I am SO MAD at Jesse James! How, oh how, can you cheat on SANDRA BULLOCK?! You DON'T GET ANY BETTER THAN SANDRA BULLOCK, A-HOLE! Sheesh. I'm sure he REALLY cares that I'm mad at him, too. :)
5) I need a food intervention. It's getting crazy around here. I am the queen of many things (ie: The World), but I am NOT the queen of will power! I know breastfeeding makes you way hungry? But it probably shouldn't make me way hungry for honeybuns and apple pies.
6) Ever watch Word Girl on PBS? Ever get extremely tickled about the title song and how soulfully sung it is? I can only imagine someone in the recording studio, putting their heart and soul into "Word up, it's Word Girl.. WORD UP!" hehehe
7) Ya know, sometimes, I'm all outta things to say. See ya! :)
Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
But in all seriousness, my friend Kate is in the process of adopting two little girls from Ukraine through Reece's Rainbow. Both of the girls have Down syndrome. By age 4, if these children (or any of the special needs children at their orphanage) are not adopted, they are put in a mental institution. They are not welcome in society at all. If you're reading this, would you please consider giving a small, tax-deductible donation to help her raise funds to bring them home? I know I personally cannot stand the thought of sweet babies being in a mental institution simply because they have a bonus chromosome. Even if you only want to donate a dollar, as that one Jonas brother and that other chick would say (I watch embarrassing amounts of Disney Channel), if you throw a small pebble in the ocean, it can make huge waves!
And I shall leave you with a convo I had recently with little M:
Me: Can you PLEASE be patient?
Him: I'm TRYING. It's not WORKING!
I love that kid.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Here's my sweet little baby, all yellow before his trip to the hospital in February.
And here he is after!
I personally prefer the fleshy color better. :)
And who can resist little M taking a nap on the couch?
Finally, because it's my blog and I can, here's my ugly mug... I look like I should be a "before" picture for a Pro.activ commercial.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Til then, do you want to know what I did with my evenings when I was on lockdown in the Ronald McDonald House? (Our RMH had a curfew of 10:30PM. That's when you had to be in the building and basically in your room. They shut the kitchen, made you turn off the tvs and computers, and discouraged you from sitting in the common areas and talking with other people... but you could do laundry all night long in one of the laundry rooms! woohoo!)
I read books.
I do that when I'm not on lockdown too.
Of course, I didn't bring myself any books to read, as I had just finished a couple of really good novels before I had the baby, and getting more books was on the to-do list that never got done because EMERGENCY C-SECTION!!! Luckily for me (kinda), they had themselves a little library (and by this, I mean, a couple of shelves of books people have donated over the years) in the common area near the ALL NIGHT LAUNDRY!! (another woohoo!), and I perused through those shelves over and over again. Here's what I came up with.
The Secret Life of Bees. By Sue Monk Kidd. Not a bad book... I got involved enough in the plot. A little juvenile for my liking, but it did the trick to get me to fall asleep at night. It was a tad bit descriptive... as in, less-is-more-on-describing-things-sometimes-so-chill-with-the-uber-descriptions,-lady. But it kept me company one night when, having a headache and not having good sense, I popped a couple of excedrine migraine pills and couldn't sleep because of the caffeine jitters.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime. By Marc Haddon. I really liked this one. A little British boy on the autism spectrum's view of life. It was good and frustrating at the same time. I was able to waddle my way through British terms I'd never heard of, and that was actually kind of fun.
Angela's Ashes. By Frank McCourt. Admittedly, I did not finish this book. This was the last one I picked up before we got discharged from the hospital and reprieved from RMH jail. And I didn't have it in my heart to steal it from the Ronald McDonald House because I could only imagine God smiting me for it. But what I read of it, I liked. :)
Gifts: How Children with Down syndrome Have Enriched Our Lives. This is a collection of stories from parents with children with Down syndrome. And they're all pretty encouraging. Michael and I both read this one, in fact. We read it in Dylan's NICU room. We smiled at parts and teared up at others. We actually got this one from the Down Syndrome Association of Central Oklahoma's representative. (ooh, that reminds me, I'm supposed to email her! I keep forgetting. Thanks for reminding me, yall. :) )And I'm sorry, but HOW PRECIOUS IS THAT BABY ON THE COVER?!! I want to eat it all up!
Okay, okay, I will upload the pictures. They're not going to be fancy, like fancy photographer's photos anyway... just my kiddos. With a regular digital camera. But it doesn't make my kiddos any less beautiful or any less special. I think some people take glorifying blogs with fancy photos and awesome writing a little too far sometimes.
I shall leave you with the convo I had with little M earlier today:
Him: Okay, I'm going to the store! *picks up his Halloween basket. (yep, it's still out.)*
Me: Oh, okay... what are you going to get at the store?
Him: I'm getting groceries and monster trucks.
Me: Sounds good!
Him: Okay, have fun! Be good! I'll see you later! I'm going to the store!
Can I just say that I have the Cutest Kid In All Creation? :)
Monday, March 08, 2010
This was D in the hospital last time.
D is still sickish with a yuck cough. But he felt better today than he did yesterday. You could just tell.
Here are a few of little M's favorite things:
The big guy is stuck on One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish right now as his Favorite Book. And even though I have read it 23409820492384098 times in the past few days, I still have favorite parts. There's "Look what we found in the park in the dark. We will take him home, we will call him Clark. He will live at our house. He will grow and grow. Will our mother like this? We don't know!"
And then "Today is gone. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one. Everyday from here to there, funny things are everywhere."
It's so fun to watch him read the book to himself. Today I saw him, book in hand, upside down of course, and he was reading the page that says "This one has a little star. This one has a little car." And he got the words right because he's heard them 23409820492384098 times in the past few days. And it made my heart swell up, burst, and leak love juice everywhere, to be perfectly gross. :)
M simply ADORES this cartoon. I agree, it's rather funny and definitely tolerable as cartoons these days go, but it's more of a bigger kid humor. Like my former 3rd graders would probably love it. But so does my 2 year old.
*note that he doesn't get to watch junk tv... in fact, the bulk of his tv watching is on PBS. And yes, I let my 2 year old watch tv, thanks for asking! Did you know that he knows some vocabulary he would never otherwise know from watching the shows on PBS? And I don't know that he has ever actually sat through ANY show at all without getting up to run, play, grab a toy, or bug me while I'm doing the dishes. :)
The child has always been a huge fan of cars. If you know his daddy at all, you'd know why. You don't know how many Hot Wheels I've stepped on/kicked/tripped over in the past 2 years. But his new passion? MONSTER TRUCKS!! He especially loves lining up his cars a mile long and having Monster Trucks run over them!
Anywho, I promise real pictures will grace this blog eventually. :)
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Oh, and we've consented to the Synagis shot? Which is the shot to prevent RSV? And our part is $320. Because Dylan is going for the title of World's Cutest Million Dollar Baby, of course.