Day of Movies

These have all entertained me today:



This one I can only link to since it was uploaded to facebook:

My brothers.

Muppets are genius:



And speaking of Muppets, are you excited for this? (and did you know Flight of the Conchords is doing the music and directing? I think it's the perfect place for them.)




Also, I was wasting time by reading my really old blog posts this morning. I guess it's a good thing, but I find my-back then-self  quite an entertaining read. For a loser of course.

UPDATE: I almost forgot that I really liked this this week as well. He didn't win his race, but I much approve of his suggested "culture of adoption:"

bourgeois

Mike and I were watching some Kids Say the Darndest Things with Art Linkletter clips the other day. That's some good stuff. I decided that I now want every video there ever could be of that show for my birthday. I'll even take the Cosby stuff from when I was younger.


While we were watching, I wondered why, since this was pure gold, they didn't still have a similar show running?


Mike answered, "They can't. The kids could say the wrong thing." Heaven forbid.

What a sad time to live, when the darndest things kids could say can't even be said. Be disrespectful and disreputable all you want, just as long as you're pc.
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Trey is so good at eating, Let me tell you all about it!

He will eat normally for a couple of bites, but then he will start to blow on the spoon as it goes into his mouth, plastering his upper lip with strawberries and pears, or whatever it is he is eating at the moment. His next move is to snort up as much ofthe food he can get before I wipe it up. His nose then drips food for the next hour, or, if I get lucky, he'll sneeze a ton of it out all at once (and all over everything)! It's such an efficient way to eat, I don't know why everyone doesn't do it!


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Mike is pretty nice to me.

Music for your listening pleasure as you read this post:

Mike and I love San Diego. Love love. San Diego has it all: beautiful weather, beautiful beaches, beautiful temple, Luigi’s, Julia’s in-laws, and other stuff.

We love San Diego. In fact, we might even consider marrying it if we weren’t already in a committed relationship with the Valley.

San Diego is our secret lover that the neighbor’s whisper about behind our backs. Oh sure, we’ve got history and a beautiful relationship with AZ, the stuff that keeps us together, but everyone’s got their own turf infidelities, and if that’s something you balk at, we’ll just call it a “confusion” or “weakness.” (“Honey, it was a moment of weakness! She was flashing her BEACHES at me! How could I resist?!)

San Diego is the cute, younger kind of lover we could never really take seriously, but, even so, feel ourselves longing for if we don’t sneak away for a visit every couple months. In those times, we convince her of our love and fill her with false hopes, and then too soon drive away, back to the warm, familiar bed waiting.

Now the Valley, of course, knows all about this arrangement, but could never admit to herself that she can’t hold our short attention (I have needs woman!). She thought that a baby would finally help to hold us down and monopolize our affections (I think that’s the start of every Maury or Jerry Springer episode), and that did work for a bit, but really, what can you expect with such a track record.

But we are back now, and always will come back, because our AZ love is true.

(the same may not be true if you were to ever bring up Denver to Mike. Now SHE is a whole different story.)

SanBanego!

We're headed off for the weekend, and couldn't be more excited! This is our first trip since baby. We've been meaning/wanting to take little weekend cabin trips, but every time we've been able to someone else has reserved it. That's what we get for being so(,what some may call last minute or lame, but we just refer to as) flexible.

In preparation for our First Road Trip Ever With Baby, I spent a million ton of time this week making a million ton of fruit leather. And now that I've got it all portioned and neatly stacked, I don't want anything to do with it. Anyone want some?

Here are basic fruit leather instructions:

1. Dice up your fruit.


(the mango actually turned out the best) (also, I'm not big on mango, but I discovered I am the mango master. look at that perfect thing!)

2. Cook your fruit.


(apricot)

3. Blend your fruit.


(this is the strawberry before the straining proces. that's optional. for those who don't prefer strawberry seeds.) (like Mike.)

4. Make sure your baby practices his piano (also optional).

5. Spread the blended fruits in every pan you've got and let sit in the oven and/or sun for all the day long.

6. Do with it whatever your patience allows.

See ya'll when we get back! Have a wonderful Independence Day!

(it's true that one thing I regret about leaving is missing all the cool blog giveaways from the holiday weekend. Yes, I actually thought about that.)

(mango master)

Why, hello there.

It is time for me to be a better person and start blogging more. I mean, "again."

How will this make me a better person? Well, let me tell you.
I got nothin'.

But there are some better people I know that blog regularly. And some memory of a quote is coming into my head now...: something about association and causation. Eh, it's probably not important.

So, some people I like that blog regularly: Natalie (has fun little boy, younger than Trey but is passing him up in everything already), Connie (but of course. always cute and thoughtful posts, and love the photography), Christine (probably doesn't know I read, and sometimes read to Mike. does this genius weekly sibling report that is always a hoot), Katie (has been on a roll lately thanks to a personal goal. stick around even though it's over soon!), and Katie (way fun girl and blog, I especially appreciate her Sunday posts. also genius.)

My favorite blogs: The Pioneer Woman (of course.) (her picture holds a place next to Jesus on our mantle), Boolworm Room, and Althouse.

Also, I have a baby.

This little boy of mine...

I have a big boy and a little boy.

This is my little boy:

He is the prettiest baby and the cutest thing ever. For reals, ever.

(I can't get over that face.)

Before he was born, when people would ask how I felt, my reply was, "Regular." Then he was here, and as he was getting his lungs and body de-gooped I could just look over where he was and cry - with no thoughts really, just feeling. Lotsa feeling.

Then I was handed my baby boy. I learned in church (what the?) that there's a rush of oxytocin at this point, facilitating the bond of the mother for the child. I looked at and held my little boy and felt that I want to give everything I have, everything that is me, to this little being. And now that's my regular.

It's horrible that he's already two months old. I'm nostalgic for his infant days.

6 days old

5 1/2 weeks old

7 1/2 weeks old

But gee whiz this kid is so fun and cute. He makes goober faces when awake and growls in his sleep. "He simpers and smirks and makes love to us all."

He doesn't laugh yet, but will give some smiles when tickled. He likes dancing and when I rattle my pill bottles. And he loves running.

freaked

I usually handle things pretty well. I'm not a big panicker or one to lash out. I attribute this to being mostly mentally stable and prepared for outcomes. It's not just having a knowledge of what to do in situations, but also realizing the chance of it happening. So, for example, when I'm out on a trail and come upon a snake or take a hard fall, I just deal with it.

I like to get in a kayak or raft and go down the river. Of course, I've only ever done this with people I consider to be "experts" and trust to be able to take over when my skills are insufficient.

My friend was once teaching me to roll in a kayak in his pool (since learning, I actually haven't had a chance to test it out on the river. my last trip's runs were too advanced for me to try on my own, and we only had one kayak in the group, or were runs I had no danger of rolling.). As we were joking/flirting once, he pushed me out into the water and I flipped.

I immediately began panicking. I didn't have a paddle. It did not enter my head to pull the chicken strap. I didn't consider calming myself to a point where I could attempt to roll without a paddle. All thought was that I was stuck under water and I needed to get air.

I started using all my energy and air to claw my way up the side of the kayak, which is impossible and just silly with the spray skirt on. My friend realized after a while that I was not going to consider the chicken strap, so he jumped in, propelled himself to lift the kayak some to give me a moment of air, and then went under to find the strap and released me.

What is funny is that I knew how to help myself. I had numerous times, and without any thought, pulled the chicken strap after flipping in real rapids. I had repeatedly righted myself in the pool over the weeks. That was the time I panicked. That was the scariest time I ever had in a kayak. It wasn't trying out a fall. It wasn't getting stuck in a hole or caught in brush. It wasn't in a rapid of any kind.

It was at home.