Nehemiah got a little periscope with the penguins from Madagascar at McDonald's yesterday.
Today, he was attempting to master the word "periscope." The first thing we heard was Paris goat...the next? Pair of ghosts.
On the way to church Nehemiah dropped the toy behind him in the van, and though he did exclaim, "Oh my periscope!" What Ben heard was, "Oh my penis broke!" You should have seen Ben's face!
The hilarity of mispronunciation combined with the correct anatomical terminology accompanying the potty training attempts in process here. Say that 3x fast!
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Eat your 'Phil' of Punxsutawny Pancakes!
This is one breakfast I wouldn't mind eating day after day after day! ;) I found these cute little guys over at Gourmet Mom on-the-Go and couldn't resist making the winter doldrums a bit more special around here. They're not healthy for the body, but they do wonders for the spirit!
Love at first sight or bite?
The stare down.
It's alive!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Everything's Amazing; nobody's happy
Oh my gosh! This is SO true and is totally crackin' me up today! How 'bout y'all?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
It's the Easter Scoundrel Charlie Brown!
There are some things that you envision as a mom. Things that make great scrapbook or baby book pages, or really great first memories. And sometimes, they don't turn out quite right. Take, for instance, Nehemiah's first bath. I thought it was going to be a joyful occasion full of splashing and mirth, and it was a scream fest that had us both crying by the end. Sorta like yesterday and the first ever Easter egg hunt. Sort of, but not really.
You see, with an Easter breakfast of Belgian waffles, church, Easter dinner with Grammy and Pepa, and a necessary afternoon nap, it was shaping up to be a rather full day, and we still needed to squeeze in our hunt! When we returned home from church, Nehemiah was snoozing in the car, so Ben put the eggs out for the hunt. The plan was then to wake Nehemiah up, feed him lunch, have the hunt, and then put him down for his real nap.
It turns out that Nehemiah had no plans for waking up for lunch, so we ended up letting him take his nap instead. I went in several hours later to wake him up so he could hunt his eggs and we could get ready to go to dinner. He woke up in a foul disposition, and was only calmed when he found out we were going outside--or "side" as he calls it. I got his shoes and jacket on, and out we went for the first ever Easter egg hunt. As you recall, the eggs have now been sitting in our field for a few hours. It wasn't particularly hot out, and there wasn't anything in danger of melting, so we didn't see a problem with this until further inspection upon our arrival at the site.
23 of 24 plastic eggs had been opened and emptied. That's right, no jellybeans here! Well except in one egg. We wondered how this could have happened. Birds? Surely it couldn't be the dog? Not one of the eggs was broken, and both halves of each egg were lying next to each other all over the grounds.
Surely...it couldn't be the dog?
Or rather, surely it could be the dog, we found, as the 24th egg was then discovered by the scoundrel, who gingerly picked it up in his mouth, squished it around a couple of times, popping it open and spitting it out, only to devour the last four jelly beans of our very first ever Easter egg hunt!
Of all the low, down, dirty dog stunts to pull! What devious skulduggery!
In the end it was okay. As Nehemiah ran around discovering his matchbox cars, Ben filled a few of the popped open eggs and kept Maltby at bay so that Nehemiah had the joy of his first jellybeans and his FIRST EVER EASTER EGG HUNT! Ha!
I even got some pictures for that scrapbook page. :)
Dyeing eggs the night before Easter.
Ready to head to church
What's in here?
Jellybeans!
Yum-yum!
Heading back to the house with the loot.
Adelynne's 2nd Easter outfit of the day--on our way to dinner. This little girl is a bit of a spit-up factory, so I can always plan on multiple outfits! ;)
You see, with an Easter breakfast of Belgian waffles, church, Easter dinner with Grammy and Pepa, and a necessary afternoon nap, it was shaping up to be a rather full day, and we still needed to squeeze in our hunt! When we returned home from church, Nehemiah was snoozing in the car, so Ben put the eggs out for the hunt. The plan was then to wake Nehemiah up, feed him lunch, have the hunt, and then put him down for his real nap.
It turns out that Nehemiah had no plans for waking up for lunch, so we ended up letting him take his nap instead. I went in several hours later to wake him up so he could hunt his eggs and we could get ready to go to dinner. He woke up in a foul disposition, and was only calmed when he found out we were going outside--or "side" as he calls it. I got his shoes and jacket on, and out we went for the first ever Easter egg hunt. As you recall, the eggs have now been sitting in our field for a few hours. It wasn't particularly hot out, and there wasn't anything in danger of melting, so we didn't see a problem with this until further inspection upon our arrival at the site.
23 of 24 plastic eggs had been opened and emptied. That's right, no jellybeans here! Well except in one egg. We wondered how this could have happened. Birds? Surely it couldn't be the dog? Not one of the eggs was broken, and both halves of each egg were lying next to each other all over the grounds.
Surely...it couldn't be the dog?
Or rather, surely it could be the dog, we found, as the 24th egg was then discovered by the scoundrel, who gingerly picked it up in his mouth, squished it around a couple of times, popping it open and spitting it out, only to devour the last four jelly beans of our very first ever Easter egg hunt!
Of all the low, down, dirty dog stunts to pull! What devious skulduggery!
In the end it was okay. As Nehemiah ran around discovering his matchbox cars, Ben filled a few of the popped open eggs and kept Maltby at bay so that Nehemiah had the joy of his first jellybeans and his FIRST EVER EASTER EGG HUNT! Ha!
I even got some pictures for that scrapbook page. :)
Dyeing eggs the night before Easter.
Ready to head to church
What's in here?
Jellybeans!
Yum-yum!
Heading back to the house with the loot.
Adelynne's 2nd Easter outfit of the day--on our way to dinner. This little girl is a bit of a spit-up factory, so I can always plan on multiple outfits! ;)Sunday, February 8, 2009
A Renewed Purpose
Perhaps you have been wondering what has happened in the Saga of the Squirrel since I last posted about it here. I haven't been deliberately eluding you on the subject, there has just been absolutely nothing to report. Zippo. Zilch. Nada.
We haven't seen any squirrels since the beginning of December, of any color. No reds, grays, blacks, purples (ha!). That is until this morning.
I looked out the window as I was eating my breakfast, and there was a little red squirrel eating sunflower seeds on the ground under the bird feeder.
I started shrieking the word, Squirrel! Repeatedly. And my dog, who normally tosses a glance toward the window and then charges for the door looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. For a good 20 seconds. It even took Ben awhile to realize what was happening so he could hype Maltby up and show him that it was really true.
Then the fracas began. Running and barking and jumping and squealing (by Nehemiah). Maltby rushed out the door; though by this time the squirrel was well aware that something was happening that he ought to be concerned about and was long up the tree.
Oh well. Our dog is getting fat. In a way I hope the squirrel comes back. My guys could all use the exercise. Ben's plan is to let it get nice and comfortable and bring some of its friends to the seed feed before he begins to exact his revenge for the incident. I'll let you know how it goes.
PS--If I don't post for awhile, don't be too worried. I have caught the crud that is going around, and I was having contractions--or as they call them in Hypnobabies...birthing or pressure waves all yesterday. It was just a warm up, but I had really convinced myself that this little one wouldn't be coming until March! That could still be the case, but I am a little low energy currently, so I'm making no promises! ;)
We haven't seen any squirrels since the beginning of December, of any color. No reds, grays, blacks, purples (ha!). That is until this morning.
I looked out the window as I was eating my breakfast, and there was a little red squirrel eating sunflower seeds on the ground under the bird feeder.
I started shrieking the word, Squirrel! Repeatedly. And my dog, who normally tosses a glance toward the window and then charges for the door looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. For a good 20 seconds. It even took Ben awhile to realize what was happening so he could hype Maltby up and show him that it was really true.
Then the fracas began. Running and barking and jumping and squealing (by Nehemiah). Maltby rushed out the door; though by this time the squirrel was well aware that something was happening that he ought to be concerned about and was long up the tree.
Oh well. Our dog is getting fat. In a way I hope the squirrel comes back. My guys could all use the exercise. Ben's plan is to let it get nice and comfortable and bring some of its friends to the seed feed before he begins to exact his revenge for the incident. I'll let you know how it goes.
PS--If I don't post for awhile, don't be too worried. I have caught the crud that is going around, and I was having contractions--or as they call them in Hypnobabies...birthing or pressure waves all yesterday. It was just a warm up, but I had really convinced myself that this little one wouldn't be coming until March! That could still be the case, but I am a little low energy currently, so I'm making no promises! ;)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
No Room in the Inn!
So yesterday I went to a prenatal appointment, and I told my doctor I was pretty sure I was full up! He said he was just going to say that he felt some more room in there--ha! What does he know?!
Anyway, today, we found out just how much room there is...you'll have to wait for it though, because it's kind of a long story!
After dinner tonight, we gave Nehemiah a small chocolate covered Rice Krispy treat--which he loves, but could not eat, because his diaper rash is on it's way back and he was uncomfortable enough to need to be changed. We promised he could have the treat when he was finished, and he complied sweetly--a nice happening!
After the change, he threw a ball for Maltby a few times, and then, while Maltby was playing with Ben, I made good our promise and gave Nehemiah his treat. I looked up to see Maltby making a beeline for us, and knew he was up to no good. He snatched Nehemiah's treat right out of his hand! Nehemiah was shocked and looked up with big eyes, as if he were Cindy Lou-Who from The Grinch and his tree had just been stuffed up the chimney. I noticed this look for a second before I pounced.
I yelled, "No Maltby!" And leaped into action, running after him. He proceeded to drop the treat and run, and I lunged forward, tackling all 85 pounds of him to the ground. I grabbed his snout, told him no, and tossed him outside.
I came back inside the house to find Ben laughing hysterically. I guess he thought Nehemiah was throwing a ball for Maltby again, and it took him a minute to recognize the situation for what it was; his 8 month pregnant wife taking out his sneaky dog, in protection of his innocent son, in a matter of seconds. You see, I don't mind being pregnant, but, I am very pregnant, and Ben hasn't seen me move this fast in some time. Apparently, neither had the dog.
We were laughing together about the whole thing as I cut Nehemiah another treat and threw out the dog slobber coated one. I snagged one for myself also. Ben started walking away to start on his homework, and said something about Maltby realizing too late that he had miscalculated my abilities, and scrambling as fast as he could in his head about where his mistake was, as he chucked the treat and fled. Then the awe that he must have felt as I "took him down to China town," as Ben said.
That was it--I lost it! I was laughing so hard that I inhaled a Rice Krispy and started to choke. Not a normal kind of choke, but you know, the, I'm about to die kind of choke. I signaled Ben to come back--just in case I needed life saving efforts. It was then that I realized I was not to die of lack of oxygen tonight--just embarassment. You see, while one is 8 months pregnant, full of supper and water, and choking on Rice Krispy shrapnel, the amount of space left in one's body is not enough to hold what is in one's bladder!
Try surviving choking, calming your son, and realizing that you have started to wet your pants, and have no control over stopping it all at once! I eventually made it to the bathroom with Nehemiah running after me, and when I came out, I found my sweet husband chuckling to himself as he scrubbed the otoman I'd been perched upon. What a guy! I apologized, but he just grinned up at me, and said, "what could you do? At least it wasn't because you were angry, because then I would have told you to calm down, but you were laughing, and what could you do?"
Why is it that I feel at liberty to share this information with everyone and their mom via my blog? I may never know, but it is therapeutic somehow.
Anyway, today, we found out just how much room there is...you'll have to wait for it though, because it's kind of a long story!
After dinner tonight, we gave Nehemiah a small chocolate covered Rice Krispy treat--which he loves, but could not eat, because his diaper rash is on it's way back and he was uncomfortable enough to need to be changed. We promised he could have the treat when he was finished, and he complied sweetly--a nice happening!
After the change, he threw a ball for Maltby a few times, and then, while Maltby was playing with Ben, I made good our promise and gave Nehemiah his treat. I looked up to see Maltby making a beeline for us, and knew he was up to no good. He snatched Nehemiah's treat right out of his hand! Nehemiah was shocked and looked up with big eyes, as if he were Cindy Lou-Who from The Grinch and his tree had just been stuffed up the chimney. I noticed this look for a second before I pounced.
I yelled, "No Maltby!" And leaped into action, running after him. He proceeded to drop the treat and run, and I lunged forward, tackling all 85 pounds of him to the ground. I grabbed his snout, told him no, and tossed him outside.
I came back inside the house to find Ben laughing hysterically. I guess he thought Nehemiah was throwing a ball for Maltby again, and it took him a minute to recognize the situation for what it was; his 8 month pregnant wife taking out his sneaky dog, in protection of his innocent son, in a matter of seconds. You see, I don't mind being pregnant, but, I am very pregnant, and Ben hasn't seen me move this fast in some time. Apparently, neither had the dog.
We were laughing together about the whole thing as I cut Nehemiah another treat and threw out the dog slobber coated one. I snagged one for myself also. Ben started walking away to start on his homework, and said something about Maltby realizing too late that he had miscalculated my abilities, and scrambling as fast as he could in his head about where his mistake was, as he chucked the treat and fled. Then the awe that he must have felt as I "took him down to China town," as Ben said.
That was it--I lost it! I was laughing so hard that I inhaled a Rice Krispy and started to choke. Not a normal kind of choke, but you know, the, I'm about to die kind of choke. I signaled Ben to come back--just in case I needed life saving efforts. It was then that I realized I was not to die of lack of oxygen tonight--just embarassment. You see, while one is 8 months pregnant, full of supper and water, and choking on Rice Krispy shrapnel, the amount of space left in one's body is not enough to hold what is in one's bladder!
Try surviving choking, calming your son, and realizing that you have started to wet your pants, and have no control over stopping it all at once! I eventually made it to the bathroom with Nehemiah running after me, and when I came out, I found my sweet husband chuckling to himself as he scrubbed the otoman I'd been perched upon. What a guy! I apologized, but he just grinned up at me, and said, "what could you do? At least it wasn't because you were angry, because then I would have told you to calm down, but you were laughing, and what could you do?"
Why is it that I feel at liberty to share this information with everyone and their mom via my blog? I may never know, but it is therapeutic somehow.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Got Milk?
Well, apparently Ben doesn't. Isn't that encouraging?
You see, I started doing this Hypnobabies thing. I put the tracks that I am supposed to listen to on my iPod, but found the headphones and earbuds we have are not really comfortable to sleep with. So my sweet and supportive husband brought home a docking station to borrow. Meaning that we both listen to the tracks.
Which Ben quipped was fine as long as they don't hypnotize him into thinking he is pregnant! ;) A few days later, he started eating a lot of pickles and joked again. Well, he had a real scare at work the other day.
He was making French Toast for breakfast, and just before he got ready to serve, he felt a moist sensation in an odd place. He ran into the bathroom to investigate further, and saw a milky white substance on his shirt.
He was mentally cursing Hypnobabies and wondering what he was going to do, when he lifted up his shirt and realized it was only on the outside. Apparently some of the egg white--milk mixture ended up rather convincingly in the general area for lactation! He breathed a sigh of relief and served the ladies gathered for the retreat.
It was quite the story when he got home!
You see, I started doing this Hypnobabies thing. I put the tracks that I am supposed to listen to on my iPod, but found the headphones and earbuds we have are not really comfortable to sleep with. So my sweet and supportive husband brought home a docking station to borrow. Meaning that we both listen to the tracks.
Which Ben quipped was fine as long as they don't hypnotize him into thinking he is pregnant! ;) A few days later, he started eating a lot of pickles and joked again. Well, he had a real scare at work the other day.
He was making French Toast for breakfast, and just before he got ready to serve, he felt a moist sensation in an odd place. He ran into the bathroom to investigate further, and saw a milky white substance on his shirt.
He was mentally cursing Hypnobabies and wondering what he was going to do, when he lifted up his shirt and realized it was only on the outside. Apparently some of the egg white--milk mixture ended up rather convincingly in the general area for lactation! He breathed a sigh of relief and served the ladies gathered for the retreat.
It was quite the story when he got home!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Next Teen Pop Sensations?
The pizza sauce all over their faces is a nice touch, you think? And an adoring/adorable fan!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
One of those Nights
Last Friday night was pretty productive, but in an interesting way.
We really needed to go into the bigger town nearby and get some groceries, hit the Target clearance on kid's slippers, etc. So, we did, and we got done quickly and out of there with everything we needed! We decided to stop at Culver's on the way home for a treat of a frozen custard Concrete Mixer. I LOVE berries and chocolate together, and you get two mix-ins, which is delightful, so I ordered brownie pieces and raspberries in chocolate custard--mmm mmm! As we were part of the way down the road, I realized that they forgot the raspberries, and I'm not a big fan of the raspberries alone. C'est la vie. It was disappointing, but I still had a lot awaiting me when we returned home, so we couldn't turn around and rectifiy the situation. I should have seen it as a sign. The evening was about to turn!
We got home, and I got Nehemiah settled into bed. I reassemble our new double-stroller. (My aunt's friend found us a Graco DuoGlide stroller for $15 at a thrift store in Colorado, and structurally it was in great shape...it wasn't very clean though. Rhonda (who found it) said that you could just unscrew the screws holding on the upholstery and wash it all. This is not generally something I am ambitious enough to do. I may have the inclination, but it always sort of fizzles out because I get worried that I'll strip the screws and ruin the stroller or some such thing. Well, it took me quite awhile, but I was successful, and the stroller looks great!
Ben told me that he needed a haircut that night, and there was something else big that I accomplished, though I can't remember exactly what. I went about preparing the area for his haircut, and I smashed a kitchen glass. I was just moving too quickly, and had hit the end of my real productivity. Then I banged my hip on the china cabinet, which produced a lovely bruise with all sort of fun colors. I warned Ben that this probably was not the best night to attempt a haircut, but he insisted.
I have found that if I start out with the clippers on the #1 blade cover (the shortest one), I am (for some reason) more conservative, and that serves us well, because Ben likes his hair on the longer side. So I started at the bottom, as always, with the good ole' #1 . I thought I was ready to move on to blade cover #2, so I removed #1. Then I noticed that it wasn't quite even and went to even up the sides. Yeah, if you have cut hair before--you just started groaning. At this point there is no cover on the blade, and I shaved Ben's head to the skin up the side I was evening.
I gasped.
I covered my mouth.
Ben groaned.
So, I had to use shorter blades on the rest of his hair, resulting in as short a haircut as Ben has had since he left the Ranger Battalion! He is so gracious, and says he can just wear a hat, and swears that the money it saves is worth the occassional slip-ups, but you know it is bad when there is no hair underneath the back of his hat. Yikes! I then proceeded to almost wipe out with my pregnant self, by slipping in the quickly amassing pile of hair beneath me!
Ben then commented that if I needed surgery or the baby came early because I was cutting his hair and wiped out, that he was pretty sure our saving money by my giving haircuts would be down the drain. I think he's right. Maybe he can get a real haircut next time?
We really needed to go into the bigger town nearby and get some groceries, hit the Target clearance on kid's slippers, etc. So, we did, and we got done quickly and out of there with everything we needed! We decided to stop at Culver's on the way home for a treat of a frozen custard Concrete Mixer. I LOVE berries and chocolate together, and you get two mix-ins, which is delightful, so I ordered brownie pieces and raspberries in chocolate custard--mmm mmm! As we were part of the way down the road, I realized that they forgot the raspberries, and I'm not a big fan of the raspberries alone. C'est la vie. It was disappointing, but I still had a lot awaiting me when we returned home, so we couldn't turn around and rectifiy the situation. I should have seen it as a sign. The evening was about to turn!
We got home, and I got Nehemiah settled into bed. I reassemble our new double-stroller. (My aunt's friend found us a Graco DuoGlide stroller for $15 at a thrift store in Colorado, and structurally it was in great shape...it wasn't very clean though. Rhonda (who found it) said that you could just unscrew the screws holding on the upholstery and wash it all. This is not generally something I am ambitious enough to do. I may have the inclination, but it always sort of fizzles out because I get worried that I'll strip the screws and ruin the stroller or some such thing. Well, it took me quite awhile, but I was successful, and the stroller looks great!
Ben told me that he needed a haircut that night, and there was something else big that I accomplished, though I can't remember exactly what. I went about preparing the area for his haircut, and I smashed a kitchen glass. I was just moving too quickly, and had hit the end of my real productivity. Then I banged my hip on the china cabinet, which produced a lovely bruise with all sort of fun colors. I warned Ben that this probably was not the best night to attempt a haircut, but he insisted.
I have found that if I start out with the clippers on the #1 blade cover (the shortest one), I am (for some reason) more conservative, and that serves us well, because Ben likes his hair on the longer side. So I started at the bottom, as always, with the good ole' #1 . I thought I was ready to move on to blade cover #2, so I removed #1. Then I noticed that it wasn't quite even and went to even up the sides. Yeah, if you have cut hair before--you just started groaning. At this point there is no cover on the blade, and I shaved Ben's head to the skin up the side I was evening.
I gasped.
I covered my mouth.
Ben groaned.
So, I had to use shorter blades on the rest of his hair, resulting in as short a haircut as Ben has had since he left the Ranger Battalion! He is so gracious, and says he can just wear a hat, and swears that the money it saves is worth the occassional slip-ups, but you know it is bad when there is no hair underneath the back of his hat. Yikes! I then proceeded to almost wipe out with my pregnant self, by slipping in the quickly amassing pile of hair beneath me!
Ben then commented that if I needed surgery or the baby came early because I was cutting his hair and wiped out, that he was pretty sure our saving money by my giving haircuts would be down the drain. I think he's right. Maybe he can get a real haircut next time?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A Developmental Milestone
We have a nice little inflatable bath tub for Nehemiah that saves us water and is nice and cushy if he slips around a bit. He likes it, but I thought he might enjoy a bath in the "big person" tub.
At first, he wasn't sure what to do all alone in that much water. So he just stood there.
He seemed a little perplexed.
Eventually I tried a 2nd time to sit him down, and then he got really into it.
At first, he wasn't sure what to do all alone in that much water. So he just stood there.
He seemed a little perplexed.
Eventually I tried a 2nd time to sit him down, and then he got really into it.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Laughing out Loud
I feel like I know several people who would write this sort of thing...way to Rap Kate McAlpine! :)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Buzz
Today, two blog-worthy events occurred in our hacienda!
The first was a Ben thing. Every now and then his latent Army Ranger comes out--the episodes are few and far between, but for the most part they make me grin and swell with pride. Such was this morning's Operation: Night Swim. The camp that Ben works at (and practically grew up at--his dad was the director while he was a kid), has a ginormous, ugly old Sawfish mounted in the Dining Hall. They like to tell kids that they caught it in the lake, which is a huge lie, since it is definitely a salt-water being. But you see kids, especially the littler ones looking pretty closely when they are out on the docks. :) Anyway at 0300 hours, Ben and his 4 regular staff members stole the fish that they affectionately nicknamed Buzz (I'm sure you get it, but in case you are slow today...buzz-saw, er, um...fish?). They took him off of the wall and mounted it in the new dining hall at the new camp. It was a pretty successful and surprising prank. The only problem is that it was also relatively dangerous--really the kind of thing only a crew headed up by someone who had forethought all of the possibilities out (like Ben) can pull off safely. There is already talk around camp about it being stolen back, so I have a feeling Buzz may "disappear" soon, to end any hard-to-explain workman's comp claims or calls to staff members family back home! No fish here...why you staring?
And 2nd of all, Nehemiah had his first haircut! It was NOT a buzz! Our good friend Megan got her shears out and trimmed him up a bit. You'd hardly know it if you weren't used to looking at him daily, but he looks less like a ragamuffin, so I am pleased. No more ear flaps, shorter bangs (if you call them that on a guy), and a little shorter in the back.
I hope to edit this post with pictures soon, unfortunately, though there were pictures taken of both occasions, they are not yet in my possession.
The first was a Ben thing. Every now and then his latent Army Ranger comes out--the episodes are few and far between, but for the most part they make me grin and swell with pride. Such was this morning's Operation: Night Swim. The camp that Ben works at (and practically grew up at--his dad was the director while he was a kid), has a ginormous, ugly old Sawfish mounted in the Dining Hall. They like to tell kids that they caught it in the lake, which is a huge lie, since it is definitely a salt-water being. But you see kids, especially the littler ones looking pretty closely when they are out on the docks. :) Anyway at 0300 hours, Ben and his 4 regular staff members stole the fish that they affectionately nicknamed Buzz (I'm sure you get it, but in case you are slow today...buzz-saw, er, um...fish?). They took him off of the wall and mounted it in the new dining hall at the new camp. It was a pretty successful and surprising prank. The only problem is that it was also relatively dangerous--really the kind of thing only a crew headed up by someone who had forethought all of the possibilities out (like Ben) can pull off safely. There is already talk around camp about it being stolen back, so I have a feeling Buzz may "disappear" soon, to end any hard-to-explain workman's comp claims or calls to staff members family back home! No fish here...why you staring?
And 2nd of all, Nehemiah had his first haircut! It was NOT a buzz! Our good friend Megan got her shears out and trimmed him up a bit. You'd hardly know it if you weren't used to looking at him daily, but he looks less like a ragamuffin, so I am pleased. No more ear flaps, shorter bangs (if you call them that on a guy), and a little shorter in the back.
I hope to edit this post with pictures soon, unfortunately, though there were pictures taken of both occasions, they are not yet in my possession.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Cover Tune Grab Bag
Oh my goodness! I have just been rolling on the floor laughing!!! My sister-in-law inspired this post for a few reasons...#1 she gave me a bit of a hard time about not blogging as consistently as I did in the Winter/Spring. I have to confess; when I am busy with other things, I don't have to blog as much for my own sanity, though I do still enjoy it! You can look forward to another long Minnesota winter with me if you are missing it-ha! (And I know you were saying it tongue-in cheek Mel!)
Anyway, the 2nd thing is that she told me about a link to Mercy Me's Cover Tune Grab Bag. Wow...there's not much else to say. Mercy Me is a fabulous Christian band known for their sweet harmonies and praise and worship type music. Ever heard I Can Only Imagine? Yup...that's them. Anyway on their blog, they are doing some hilarious covers of retro songs. The two I watched all the way through so far were the ones for Ice, Ice Baby and Thriller. I highly recommend it. Stick with Thriller to, because the dancing comes. There are more too--you'll love it, I know! :) Nehemiah did--he was groovin' and singing along.
Anyway, the 2nd thing is that she told me about a link to Mercy Me's Cover Tune Grab Bag. Wow...there's not much else to say. Mercy Me is a fabulous Christian band known for their sweet harmonies and praise and worship type music. Ever heard I Can Only Imagine? Yup...that's them. Anyway on their blog, they are doing some hilarious covers of retro songs. The two I watched all the way through so far were the ones for Ice, Ice Baby and Thriller. I highly recommend it. Stick with Thriller to, because the dancing comes. There are more too--you'll love it, I know! :) Nehemiah did--he was groovin' and singing along.
Friday, June 27, 2008
The Cheerio Incident
Nehemiah is at the stage where he LOVES to self-feed! I got some funny pictures of the results. :)
Blissfully unaware of the Cheerio-nipples-ha!
Blissfully unaware of the Cheerio-nipples-ha!
Oh, he was also eating a bunch of watermelon--hence the red stuff.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Skunked
We were coming home from a lovely Mother's Day dinner and dessert in a whole string of traffic when we took out a skunk!
Yeah--that was a first. It was alive. I believe I saw it lift it's tail as we bared down on it. I'm not quite sure how the cars ahead of us missed it-- except for the fact that my car is such a low rider!
The worst part? We still had 30 more minutes to drive before we arrived home, and the car wash was closed!
I went out this morning to grab my cell phone, and the interior of my car still reeks.
I have to take Nehemiah to swimming lessons in that thing!
Suggestions are welcome...I need help! ASAP!
Yeah--that was a first. It was alive. I believe I saw it lift it's tail as we bared down on it. I'm not quite sure how the cars ahead of us missed it-- except for the fact that my car is such a low rider!
The worst part? We still had 30 more minutes to drive before we arrived home, and the car wash was closed!
I went out this morning to grab my cell phone, and the interior of my car still reeks.
I have to take Nehemiah to swimming lessons in that thing!
Suggestions are welcome...I need help! ASAP!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I think the dog has PTSD
or some kind of a complex anyway! A few days after we came home from the hospital with Nehemiah, and Ben's first day back at work, I woke up around 6am to nurse and realized it was a beautiful, sunny morning. I thought it would be nice for Maltby (our dog) to spend some time outside until I woke up again for good.
At about 9am I heard a ruckus, and swore that someone was breaking into our little house. I rushed out of the room, and found Maltby inside. I thought perhaps I was delirious from lack of sleep and had not actually put him outside to begin with, but I still couldn't figure out the noise. I went in the laundry room, and it became apparent that Maltby, upon seeing the screen blown out of the window, and the window open, decided to jump through our window and into the house. I'd say it was a good 4 and 1/2 feet. I was really surprised! Then I noticed that the wind had picked up unexpectedly, and there were a few large limbs down in the yard. I figured Maltby was so freaked out that he climbed to safety. Feeling bad for him, I petted him to calm him down and fussed over him quite a bit.
The rest of the summer, Maltby spent his time ruining our screens trying to climb back in the windows. I chalked it up to him adjusting to the new baby. Since then however, he has been, REALLY FREAKED out by the wind. I mean crawl under desk and hide freaked out! It is quite humorous to watch an 80 pound dog curl up under our desk, though it can also be annoying when he is on you like ugly on an ape at the slightest hint of a breeze!
Last night, he spent the night wandering the house scratching on doors and whining. It was really windy yesterday, and I think he had a ton of pent up nervous energy. That morning around 4am, as the wind began, he nudged his way into the nursery and licked Nehemiah until he woke up. Because, as you know, 9 month olds are great comfort when one perceives a hurricane!
Uugh! I must admit my patience with him wears thin--especially when he deprives me of one of my current best friends...sleep!
At about 9am I heard a ruckus, and swore that someone was breaking into our little house. I rushed out of the room, and found Maltby inside. I thought perhaps I was delirious from lack of sleep and had not actually put him outside to begin with, but I still couldn't figure out the noise. I went in the laundry room, and it became apparent that Maltby, upon seeing the screen blown out of the window, and the window open, decided to jump through our window and into the house. I'd say it was a good 4 and 1/2 feet. I was really surprised! Then I noticed that the wind had picked up unexpectedly, and there were a few large limbs down in the yard. I figured Maltby was so freaked out that he climbed to safety. Feeling bad for him, I petted him to calm him down and fussed over him quite a bit.
The rest of the summer, Maltby spent his time ruining our screens trying to climb back in the windows. I chalked it up to him adjusting to the new baby. Since then however, he has been, REALLY FREAKED out by the wind. I mean crawl under desk and hide freaked out! It is quite humorous to watch an 80 pound dog curl up under our desk, though it can also be annoying when he is on you like ugly on an ape at the slightest hint of a breeze!
Last night, he spent the night wandering the house scratching on doors and whining. It was really windy yesterday, and I think he had a ton of pent up nervous energy. That morning around 4am, as the wind began, he nudged his way into the nursery and licked Nehemiah until he woke up. Because, as you know, 9 month olds are great comfort when one perceives a hurricane!
Uugh! I must admit my patience with him wears thin--especially when he deprives me of one of my current best friends...sleep!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Peace Pipe
When I first met Ben in college, he used to smoke a pipe on occasion. He said it was part of his quest to enjoy the delights of being an old man throughout his life. I remember one day when I came out of my dorm room and knew he had a big test he was about to go to...I saw him leaned up against a wall puffing away like Sherlock Holmes on a case. I am not really into smoking, mostly because it makes me sick, but I thought it was really cute. It must be love, eh?
Well, we went out with some fun new friends tonight and Ben thinks that when the guy gets together for a fooseball night with some buddies that they may smoke cigars. He was a little excited, because I bet it has been well over a year since the last time he has done anything like that, and he prefers to do it socially.
It got us to talking, and I decided the pipe may make a comeback...especially if I'm not around. I mean it is reusable. The ultimate in green indulgences, right? Surely if you cloth diaper and smoke, it only makes sense to go with the pipe! Ha!
What random thoughts on the eve of another blizzard.
Well, we went out with some fun new friends tonight and Ben thinks that when the guy gets together for a fooseball night with some buddies that they may smoke cigars. He was a little excited, because I bet it has been well over a year since the last time he has done anything like that, and he prefers to do it socially.
It got us to talking, and I decided the pipe may make a comeback...especially if I'm not around. I mean it is reusable. The ultimate in green indulgences, right? Surely if you cloth diaper and smoke, it only makes sense to go with the pipe! Ha!
What random thoughts on the eve of another blizzard.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Bureau of Communication
In my efforts to share light-hearted, useful, and free internet resources with my vast readership *giggles*, I have chosen to bestow upon you some privileged information.
You have got to check out these hilarious fill-in-the blank forms. They look rather official, but really they could be treated as the old standby, MadLibs, or just used for quick and fun e-mails. Whether you want to insult or invite, these are the things for you. There are even love notes for those Valentines! Just had to share.
Check out:
The Bureau of Communication- Fill-in-the blank correspondence
You have got to check out these hilarious fill-in-the blank forms. They look rather official, but really they could be treated as the old standby, MadLibs, or just used for quick and fun e-mails. Whether you want to insult or invite, these are the things for you. There are even love notes for those Valentines! Just had to share.
Check out:
The Bureau of Communication- Fill-in-the blank correspondence
Monday, February 11, 2008
Caucus
Good news: Nehemiah slept through the night really well last night!
In other news...the dog, did not. It wasn't really his fault, though it took us awhile to figure out what had him so riled up. Sometime after 1am, Maltby woke us up growling and barking. This is, thankfully, where Ben comes in. I may get up for the baby, but Ben makes Maltby his business. :) It took Ben some time to settle him down, and when he came back to bed, we realized that there was a pack of coyotes somewhere in the vicinity of the house. We could hear them yipping away.
About an hour and a half later, Maltby was at it again, and this time it was obvious that the coyotes had gotten considerably closer to our abode. I was holding my breath and praying that Nehemiah would sleep through it, which *yay* he did! Ben was back out with Maltby and I was completely awake! Those darn dawggies were loud!
I guess I can't say I was completely awake, because I started having those, I think I'm really awake and lucid, but I'm having really bizarre realizations moments. By the time Ben came back to bed from soothing the dog, I had cooked up a tale of our caucusing coyotes. I could see and hear it now...One caucus choosing either Bark Obama or Howllary; the other going for McCote or Scruffabee. It must have been a heavy debate because the noise continued for another hour easily. And there was not a full moon.
The best outcome? Ben turned the heat up to 68* in the house so that the heater would run without interruption and drown out the noise for Maltby, because he sleeps snuggled up next to it. It worked to keep him quiet, and I woke up to a toasty house!
In other news...the dog, did not. It wasn't really his fault, though it took us awhile to figure out what had him so riled up. Sometime after 1am, Maltby woke us up growling and barking. This is, thankfully, where Ben comes in. I may get up for the baby, but Ben makes Maltby his business. :) It took Ben some time to settle him down, and when he came back to bed, we realized that there was a pack of coyotes somewhere in the vicinity of the house. We could hear them yipping away.
About an hour and a half later, Maltby was at it again, and this time it was obvious that the coyotes had gotten considerably closer to our abode. I was holding my breath and praying that Nehemiah would sleep through it, which *yay* he did! Ben was back out with Maltby and I was completely awake! Those darn dawggies were loud!
I guess I can't say I was completely awake, because I started having those, I think I'm really awake and lucid, but I'm having really bizarre realizations moments. By the time Ben came back to bed from soothing the dog, I had cooked up a tale of our caucusing coyotes. I could see and hear it now...One caucus choosing either Bark Obama or Howllary; the other going for McCote or Scruffabee. It must have been a heavy debate because the noise continued for another hour easily. And there was not a full moon.
The best outcome? Ben turned the heat up to 68* in the house so that the heater would run without interruption and drown out the noise for Maltby, because he sleeps snuggled up next to it. It worked to keep him quiet, and I woke up to a toasty house!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Super
Yesterday I was a hero of the super variety; I had a cape and everything. You see, last summer, I was in a Beth Moore Bible Study called "Believing God." While we were studying, one of my friends said that it made her feel like a super hero, and we all agreed. The next week, she had capes for us. :) While I was cleaning yesterday, I rediscovered my cape.
When Ben came home, I was playing a little Link's Crossbow Training on our Wii, shooting all the bad guys. He laughed when he saw me. There I was wearing a cape saying *Armed and Dangerous--I'm Believing God* and shooting the place up!
I know what you're thinking...impressive! Yeah, me too. ;)
When Ben came home, I was playing a little Link's Crossbow Training on our Wii, shooting all the bad guys. He laughed when he saw me. There I was wearing a cape saying *Armed and Dangerous--I'm Believing God* and shooting the place up!
I know what you're thinking...impressive! Yeah, me too. ;)
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