Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Miss {and Master} Piggy

You know I'm not capable of a "Wordless" Wednesday, but here's about as close as I can get.

I found this baby picture of myself
at my parents' house and could not get over the fact that Henry looks quite a bit like me. The even funnier part is that my mom and dad bought this picture of me {at 20 months in 1980- Henry's current age} making the squint-y squishy face that I try to avoid while taking a picture of Henry!

I like him to look cute
Or pensive and handsome

This picture courtesy of my good friend Melissa Tash who took the kids' school pictures

But, unfortunately, Henry inherited my squint-y squishy laugh face that also includes snorts of laughter.

That's right. I'm a snorter. And so is my youngest son.

Here is my little snortin' guy this morning. It's hard to catch him still when he's snorting on the run.


Hope you have a chortling, snortful Wednesday.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Fishy Business

We are fish sitting this week for our wonderful neighbors who are out of town camping. They have 2 teen/ pre-teen children who are wonderful and one- Sarah- has a fish named Sarah {ingenious, I think} and she asked us to feed her while they are gone. We only feed her 5 minuscule tablets a day, so that job is reserved for me and not Ollie. I imagine he would feed her enough for a month- or two.

But this has got me thinking about something that I read about recently. Some parents do a "pet swap" where they share a pet- like a hamster. Each family gets 6 weeks and then they pass him on. Doesn't that sound ideal? You might have him twice a year and then your kids get their pet fix taken care of! And you don't have to find people to hamster-sit when you're out of town all year long! Or try to find hotels who are hamster friendly, etc.
This is a great shot of Sarah the Beta fish above.
So, who's in? I'm going to be trading my lovely dogs- whom I ♥ dearly- for as many weeks as you'll take them so you, too, can have the joy of pet ownership.
Any takers?

Saturday, June 20, 2009

For My Dad

If you don’t know my dad, then you have to know one thing: he is a character. As in, he could be a fictional character in a book. He’s the center of attention in most rooms because he’s loud and funny.

Dad and Mom going to a Halloween party circa late 90s

He’ll act like he knows you even if he doesn’t and he loves to tell a good joke; those two things always make him very popular. If you met him, he’d ask how old your parents were {or when they graduated from high school}, see if he knew them {most likely he did} and then he’d be your friend in a southern-fried minute.

He met my mom on a double date; he was the other girl’s date. They dated for 6 months and then got engaged and married. About a year and half later I entered the scene. I can’t put my finger on exactly when, but I’ve always known I was daddy’s girl. I slept on his chest at night as a baby, he threw me in the air like only daddies can do and he always told me I could do anything I wanted to do.

Me and Dad in '81 or '82 at Easter at Other Mama's House

My dad wanted me to be smart. He didn’t just say he wanted me to be good at things, he invested his time, energy and his heart into making me excel.

In 3rd grade tic-tac-toe had become very popular. Much to my dismay, I kept losing- to BOYS of all people. So, dad and I stayed up past midnight one night so he could teach me the strategy of how to win {the secret is in the corners, people, not the center}.

He coached every softball team I ever played on. He went to coaches meetings, team practices, games and even woke up in the mornings thinking of ways that I could hit better. We would go outside at 7 am before school in the spring and work on technique in the side yard that we shared with the Andrews {Josh and Alana- their yard housed home plate and first base; ours had the rest}. He cried with me the years I didn’t make All-Stars. And when I did, my family spent the summers traveling to tournaments all over the southeast.

In high school, he was friends with all my friends {and their parents, too!}. They were always welcome at our house, he knew what was going on in their lives and everybody genuinely loved my dad. It was a weird high school phenomenon! When I left for college, he even still had people knocking on the door to come hang out.

Dad and Me on the deck of a cruise ship off Alaska around '99

He and mom trekked up to college for any event that we had and he called me almost every day of college. Most of the time he called at 7am to wake me up. Have I mentioned he’s a morning person? A no-coffee, just happy to be awake, let’s-go-get-things-done morning person. Yeah.

When Jason and I were dating, I told him that when he met my dad, he would offer him a beer. No matter what time of the day, circumstance, etc, the answer should always be “yes”. Jason thought I was crazy and making this up; he said no one’s dad had ever offered him a beer before. Sure enough, just as I’d played it in my mind, the exact scene happened. Jason said "yes" and from there on out he was “in”. Whew!
Dad had "Her Mother and I Do" written on a business card in his left hand.
He said he didn't want to mess up his "one line".

Only looking back can I see how much both my parents did to ensure I succeeded. I think they also wanted to know that I would eventually leave the house and get off their “payroll”, but they wanted me to do well and be happy. They both love the Lord and wanted me to know His love through their actions- not just church Sunday School or church every week- but through what they did for me and how they acted the other 6 days of the week.

They set the standard pretty high. I don’t know if it’s possible to live up to, but I will do my best. I want my kids to know they’re loved like I do and to know that their parents will always support them like I know mine will. I want them to know that they can always come running to us, when needed and they might get a kick in the pants when needed- just like I have in the past. {My dad handed me my car bill on the day I graduated from college… and I didn’t have a job.}

Dad -aka Big Daddy- with Ollie {who is named after him in real life}

Dad and Henry cruising in style

Dad, thanks for all the late night strategies, early morning calls and constant positive outlook on life. You are an amazing Dad and so much fun to know and love! Our lives would be so boring without you! We love you and can't wait to see you soon!

Happy Father’s Day!
Love,
Daddy’s Girl

Captain Destructo Strikes Again

This post could also have been titled, "Why I Don't Use My Children's Real Names Online". Here is the reason why. I don't think anyone is going to steal them. Really. I just don't want their mortal embarrassment in middle school to come from me. They'll have to create that on their own.

For current fun stories that one day might cause such embarrassment, here is update on Henry.

We were SO proud of him and thought he was so cute the other day when he was "typing" away on hoopty laptop in the breakfast room. {This laptop was given to Jason for free because it was broken. He fixed it and it is super old, but works just fine. That's what I get with a computer guy as a husband- he is the MacDaddy and I have hoopty laptop. And a nice machine downstairs that he built, but that's beside the current point.}

Where was I? Okay, Henry being cute, installing viruses and banging on the hoopty laptop.

Then, yesterday morning, I walked in and found this.


The J and the S were missing. Nice.
I'm sure we won't need those letters at all. Especially not JaSon.

But, since I am typing away on her royal hooptiness right now, you might decipher that Jason got them back on. Those computer people are really handy.

Another note about yesterday:
It was a crazy, ridiculously insane little bit busy with work. So much so that when I packed Ollie's clothes for water day, I forgot to include underwear in his dry clothes.

That's right. My 3 {almost 4} year old knows what it means to "go commando". And he was so happy that way. And a little upset when I forced his Diego unders on him.

Last night, Jason was working late. Since I've mentioned 8 times here that he is a computer guy, you should also know that when they install new systems or do something big with machines and cords, they have to do it when there aren't people planning on using those computer thingys. So he has to work late nights sometimes. Not a biggie.

Until the power went out at our house {and 30,000 of our friendly neighbors' homes, as well}. It went out right at 7:20. So, I ran to put the kids in the bath knowing that there wasn't that much more light available. After bath, they were running around nekkid while I was searching for some jammies with a flashlight. We have stacks of clean clothes from our trip and nothing is in a drawer, yet. So, while I'm digging through the baskets, I hear Henry running, then stopping. Running, then stopping. What in the world is he doing?

I soon found out that he was POOPING! He was like Hansel and Gretel leaving tracks of poop across the house. It was dark. I couldn't find wipes- or diapers- or flashlight to avoid stepping in the POOP! Good gravy.

Cute now. Not so cute when you are picking up and smearing off poop from carpets, rugs, your feet and your clothes. I'm so glad we haven't gotten new carpet, yet!

If steam could come out of your ears like it does in cartoons, it would have been pouring out of mine!

After I got my little stinkers to sleep, I used the last slivers of light to hop in my shower to wash off the day {and the poop, but I think you probably got that}.

When Jason finally got home we actually sat and talked in the dark. Is that what people used to do? Does anybody know how quiet your house is without electricity?

Of course we had our iPhones to check power outage updates online, Facebook and other very important matters like those. Power finally came back on at 11:30-ish when we were both asleep on the sofa {because it was 80+ degrees upstairs}. The lights popped on all over and I ran in to shut them off in the kids rooms. They were happily asleep and seeing them like that makes me think they are so sweet and kind.

Even with the poop and the destroyed keyboard and commando children.

But I was also half asleep, so I was most likely in a daze. Yep- in a no-power induced daze.

Back to the real world today. We're headed to Jason's company picnic- WITH water slides. A combination that strikes fear in the heart of this mom.
Even more than poop in carpet.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner

Just because I like to say that.

So sorry this posting has been delayed. I'll have a whole write up tonight (hopefully), but the 2nd shuttle launch attempt was ALSO scrubbed, so we drove for the better part of yesterday back home.

With good news, though, the winner of the $50 gift certificate to The Bug Boutique is Lindsey with this comment:

Lindsey said...
just posted a link to the giveaway on my blog! pick me random.org! **hope you guys are having a FUN weekend!
June 12, 2009 1:05 PM

Congrats, Lindsey!!
Lindsey is a friend of mine from home, and we most likely played on this softball team together.
We also went to college together, but we lost touch between then and now. I have been so happy to reconnect with her in the blog world! She is about to or has already had her 3rd baby and you should check out her cute blog!

Congrats, Lindsey!

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