The other night Jason and I had a beer with dinner. We are sitting at the table and Piper is in her high chair and she wants Jason's empty bottle. It was empty, I swear.
He hands her the bottle and she's putting her mouth all over it and then it happens:
She started singing "Jesus Loves Me," into the beer bottle and it is echoing into the bottle and she's laughing and singing and Jason and I just give each other the look like,
"Already she is a rock star with a substance abuse problem. At least it is 'Jesus Loves Me'."
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
The Brut Incident
On Sunday afternoons our family treks over to the grocery store to do our weekly food shopping. We go together because me taking the two gremlins on my own is not my idea of a good time and I always end up forgetting the vast majority of the things I needed. So, it's family time.
On this particular Sunday, we were acting a little bit silly...when is Jason not acting silly? We came to the aisle that has all the personal hygiene items like shampoo, toothpaste, lotions, and cologne..."Brut" being one of the selections. So Jason says to me,
"There was this guy I used to work with in the warehouse that always wore this stuff and it was so gross. He smelled so disgusting. Smell this, honey, smell this."
Now, when Jason is like this there is no other way to appease him but to go along with whatever he wants or he will bug me about it the rest of the day.
He opens the bottle of "Brut" and takes it over to Piper for her to smell it. He squeezes it a little to get the whiff of air to come out the top for full affect.
Then, it's my turn.
"Come on, honey, smell it. Come here, smell this" on and on and on...
He squeezes it again, but this time he is a little over zealous (I'm sure he was high or something from the fumes) and this time when he squeezes it it shoots out of the top.
UP. MY. NOSE.
IN. MY EYES.
DOWN. MY. SHIRT.
IN. MY. HAIR.
Did I get angry? Did I yell? No, but only because I was busy gagging and almost throwing up all over the pretty displays. My eyes were burning, my throat was burning, my nose was burning, but most of all...I STANK.
What did Jason do? He laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more.
"Are (ha ha ha) you ok? (ha ha ha) honey? (ha ha ha) I'm (ha ha ha) sorry (ha ha ha)."
The sad part about it is that when I tried to nurse Finn at my parents house a little while later (before I had gone home and scrubbed my body clean of the stench) she totally freaked out. I mean screaming and yelling. She couldn't smell me for all the stink I had all over me.
We got home, I scrubbed and changed (burnt the clothes) and she was fine and there was no permanent damage.
On this particular Sunday, we were acting a little bit silly...when is Jason not acting silly? We came to the aisle that has all the personal hygiene items like shampoo, toothpaste, lotions, and cologne..."Brut" being one of the selections. So Jason says to me,
"There was this guy I used to work with in the warehouse that always wore this stuff and it was so gross. He smelled so disgusting. Smell this, honey, smell this."
Now, when Jason is like this there is no other way to appease him but to go along with whatever he wants or he will bug me about it the rest of the day.
He opens the bottle of "Brut" and takes it over to Piper for her to smell it. He squeezes it a little to get the whiff of air to come out the top for full affect.
Then, it's my turn.
"Come on, honey, smell it. Come here, smell this" on and on and on...
He squeezes it again, but this time he is a little over zealous (I'm sure he was high or something from the fumes) and this time when he squeezes it it shoots out of the top.
UP. MY. NOSE.
IN. MY EYES.
DOWN. MY. SHIRT.
IN. MY. HAIR.
Did I get angry? Did I yell? No, but only because I was busy gagging and almost throwing up all over the pretty displays. My eyes were burning, my throat was burning, my nose was burning, but most of all...I STANK.
What did Jason do? He laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more.
"Are (ha ha ha) you ok? (ha ha ha) honey? (ha ha ha) I'm (ha ha ha) sorry (ha ha ha)."
The sad part about it is that when I tried to nurse Finn at my parents house a little while later (before I had gone home and scrubbed my body clean of the stench) she totally freaked out. I mean screaming and yelling. She couldn't smell me for all the stink I had all over me.
We got home, I scrubbed and changed (burnt the clothes) and she was fine and there was no permanent damage.
Monday, March 28, 2005
My New Favorite Song
"Constellations"
Jack Johnson, In Between Dreams
The light was leaving in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
Skipping just like the stones they threw
Theor voices echoed across the waves
It's getting late
It was just another night
With a sunset and a moonrise
Not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
We listened to Papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations
The wes winds often last too long
And when they calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea
Of stars up above us chasing the day away
A way to find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough and all else fades
Fades away
It was just another night
With a sunset and a moonrise
Not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations
Jack Johnson, In Between Dreams
The light was leaving in the west it was blue
The children's laughter sang
Skipping just like the stones they threw
Theor voices echoed across the waves
It's getting late
It was just another night
With a sunset and a moonrise
Not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
We listened to Papa's translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations
The wes winds often last too long
And when they calm down
Nothing ever feels the same
Sheltered under the Kamani tree
Waiting for the passing rain
Clouds keep moving to uncover the sea
Of stars up above us chasing the day away
A way to find the stories that we sometimes need
Listen close enough and all else fades
Fades away
It was just another night
With a sunset and a moonrise
Not so far behind
To give us just enough light
To lay down underneath the stars
Listen to all the translations
Of the stories across the sky
We drew our own constellations
Easter By the Numbers
3 = Number of Easter egg hunts that Piper participated in
3 = Number of Easter baskets that the Easter bunny brought Piper and Finley (each girl)
20 = Minutes of a nap time Piper had
2 = a pair of matching Easter dresses
2 = number of bags of M&Ms Piper had for breakfast
1 = number of times that Piper went all the way under the water in the pool
0 = number of meltdowns from anyone
4 = number of helpings of jello salad at dinner that Piper ate
Too numerous to count = amount of candy consumed by a crazy 2 year old
1 = Risen Savior who died on a cross to save all of us from ourselves and each other. I hope you know that joy and if you don't...ask me, I'll tell you all about it!
3 = Number of Easter baskets that the Easter bunny brought Piper and Finley (each girl)
20 = Minutes of a nap time Piper had
2 = a pair of matching Easter dresses
2 = number of bags of M&Ms Piper had for breakfast
1 = number of times that Piper went all the way under the water in the pool
0 = number of meltdowns from anyone
4 = number of helpings of jello salad at dinner that Piper ate
Too numerous to count = amount of candy consumed by a crazy 2 year old
1 = Risen Savior who died on a cross to save all of us from ourselves and each other. I hope you know that joy and if you don't...ask me, I'll tell you all about it!
Thursday, March 24, 2005
In Appreciation
I would just like to take a moment to thank some people for their kindness and generosity. First, let me tell you that I registered for gifts for my birthday at Crate and Barrel as a joke between me and my family. They all know how present-obsessed I am, more so on the giving end...Anyway, it was a joke and a funny one at that.
What I didn't know was that my husband was going to link to that registry on his blog. How embarrassing, right? It was a sweet post about my birthday and I love him, but I know that like 2679834298346 people read his blog and I couldn't believe he put that in there!
So, some of his friends were kind enough to actually purchase things from my registry for my birthday.
To Michael Yang at become.com...thank you so much for the dishes. Now you just have to fly on over to the other coast so we can make you dinner and use them.
And to Rob Thrasher at activSoftware.com...thank you for all the doo-dads for the kitchen. I already used the sandwich cutters to make Piper a sandwich to take with her to Mom's Day Out.
Again, I appreciate your kindness! Happy Birthday to ME!
What I didn't know was that my husband was going to link to that registry on his blog. How embarrassing, right? It was a sweet post about my birthday and I love him, but I know that like 2679834298346 people read his blog and I couldn't believe he put that in there!
So, some of his friends were kind enough to actually purchase things from my registry for my birthday.
To Michael Yang at become.com...thank you so much for the dishes. Now you just have to fly on over to the other coast so we can make you dinner and use them.
And to Rob Thrasher at activSoftware.com...thank you for all the doo-dads for the kitchen. I already used the sandwich cutters to make Piper a sandwich to take with her to Mom's Day Out.
Again, I appreciate your kindness! Happy Birthday to ME!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
lists, lists, lists
on my list of things to blog about...you vote and I'll post in order of popularity:
- the "Brut" incident at the grocery store
- the art show we attended with pictures
- piper singing into the beer bottle
- jobs and computers
- my wierd SAT dream
- crate and barrel
there you go...vote away and if I don't get any votes, I'll just do them in any order I want.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Now Showing
Finley. Rolled. Over.
next...world peace, a lofty goal, I know, but anybody who can roll from their tummy to their back can surely solve a global issue?
next...world peace, a lofty goal, I know, but anybody who can roll from their tummy to their back can surely solve a global issue?
Friday, March 18, 2005
New Music
so, I remember that I asked you for help figuring out what I should be listening to, and now that I am driving the Jetta I feel like it would be a crime to play lousy music in it so I went out and got some new music. One that I have already fell in love with is the the Jack Johnson, In Between Dreams. Here is a song from the album:
"Better Together"
There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
And no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
And our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
We'll look at the stars when we're together
It's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too, too many thing I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we go to be we'll sit beneath the mango tress now
It's always better when we're together
We're somewhere in between together
It's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
I believe in memories they look so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will tell you one thing
We're better together
"Better Together"
There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
And no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
And our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
We'll look at the stars when we're together
It's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too, too many thing I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we go to be we'll sit beneath the mango tress now
It's always better when we're together
We're somewhere in between together
It's always better when we're together
It's always better when we're together
I believe in memories they look so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will tell you one thing
We're better together
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy St. Paddy's Day
some irish jokes for you:
Two drunks coming home, stumbled up the country road in the dark. "Faith, Mike, we've stumbled into the graveyard and here's the stone of a man lived to the age of 103!" "Glory be, Patrick and was it anybody we knew?" "No, 'twas someone named 'Miles from Dublin'!"
Why did God invent whiskey? So the Irish would never rule the world.
We've got our own recipe for Irish stew: Get some meat, some potatoes and a lot of Guinness Stout. Drink all of the stout. Forget about the stew.
and some irish blessings:
Christ be with me, Christ be within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in dangerChrist in hearts of all that love me Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
FROM THE BREASTPLATE OF SAINT PATRICK
Deep peace of the running waves to you. Deep peace of the flowing air to you.Deep peace of the smiling stars to you.Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.Deep peace of the watching shepherds to you. Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.
AN OLD GAELIC PRAYER
May the roads rise to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; The rain fall soft upon your fields And, until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
A GAELIC BLESSING
Like the warmth of the sun And the light of the day, May the luck of the Irish shine bright on your way.
Two drunks coming home, stumbled up the country road in the dark. "Faith, Mike, we've stumbled into the graveyard and here's the stone of a man lived to the age of 103!" "Glory be, Patrick and was it anybody we knew?" "No, 'twas someone named 'Miles from Dublin'!"
Why did God invent whiskey? So the Irish would never rule the world.
We've got our own recipe for Irish stew: Get some meat, some potatoes and a lot of Guinness Stout. Drink all of the stout. Forget about the stew.
and some irish blessings:
Christ be with me, Christ be within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in dangerChrist in hearts of all that love me Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
FROM THE BREASTPLATE OF SAINT PATRICK
Deep peace of the running waves to you. Deep peace of the flowing air to you.Deep peace of the smiling stars to you.Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.Deep peace of the watching shepherds to you. Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.
AN OLD GAELIC PRAYER
May the roads rise to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; The rain fall soft upon your fields And, until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
A GAELIC BLESSING
Like the warmth of the sun And the light of the day, May the luck of the Irish shine bright on your way.
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