Monday, March 31, 2008
Thievery
Someone stole my 7-Up from the refrigerator at work. It happened in the span of 3 hours. Grow up, people!?!!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Glorious sleep
I had 90 minutes of uninterrupted, glorious sleep from 7 to 8:30 this morning. For good measure, B. didn't wake up until 10, so I feel like a new woman.
(P.S. I was up until 3 and then again from 6 to 7 feeding the little guy!)
(P.S. I was up until 3 and then again from 6 to 7 feeding the little guy!)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Doppleganger
Doesn't this kid look like B.? I was poking around for stuff to knit (not that I'll find the time) when I came across it.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
We're off to see the wizard!
Today I've been watching The Wizard of Oz with my new family.
C. hasn't seen it in about 30 years and it was B.'s first experience -- watching his mom sing all the songs and dance around with the characters on the screen.
I just hope it becomes a favorite of his someday.
C. hasn't seen it in about 30 years and it was B.'s first experience -- watching his mom sing all the songs and dance around with the characters on the screen.
I just hope it becomes a favorite of his someday.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I'm in trouble
B. started doing this new thing yesterday. He just babbles "Mamamamamamama!" A couple of times, he's shortened it to "Mama," and while I'd love for that to count as really calling me Mama, it's just babble right now.
But he's starting to figure out when he does that, I sure come a-runnin'!
"Mamamamamamamamama!"
Just melts my heart!
But he's starting to figure out when he does that, I sure come a-runnin'!
"Mamamamamamamamama!"
Just melts my heart!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
3D glasses not required
B. has learned to roll over, and he's using his new skill to avoid tummy time. Here's the big man showing off his talents.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Hard-hat area
Just seen on a sign advertising Concrete Express at a job site across the street from Coors Field:
"Pouring it on since 1986."
That's one way to put it!
"Pouring it on since 1986."
That's one way to put it!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Better news
*Whew!* The alternator in my car is tip-top. No major repairs were called for, just a tune up. So my ride is golden.
Now, as promised, I'll tell the camera story.
When C. and I went skiing in Copper Mountain, I stashed some dried fruit and nuts inside my Camelbak and a banana into my pocket for the lift ride. Since I had my camera, I figured it'd be great to snap some quick looks of our second snow outing together in two years.
After mayhem before our first run -- my binding promptly snapped off when I went to latch in, so not only were my bindings a loss, I had to rent skis for the first time in 11 years -- we were enjoying the mountain despite the 17-degree temperature and blowing snow. Really, it was a good time ... C. on his snowboard, me on my rental sticks.
So I decided to take some photos on the lift, and discovered two things that should never mingle. Delicate camera parts and a smashed banana. I had falled hard on the previous run, catching a ski edge on a patch of ice and (somehow) doing a belly flop onto the snow. I had the wind knocked out of me, but then I found the strength to giggle uncontrollably. Little did I know, my camera was on its last leg.
So I took these photos ... in chronological order of the final pictures my trusty Nikon point-and-shoot ever will take.
Chris on the lift.
You can see the frozen banana sludge.
It really was that snowy and cold.
Thank goodness for my neck gaiter. Brr!
Squint. You'll see trees. I promise.
The haze in the center of the lens is not snow, it's banana!
Not only is the camera happy to be alive at this point, but this was the last picture it captured, and boy am I happy it was this grown up little man, fresh off his first day of charming the day care ladies! All that flirting is tiresome. I'm surprised at how clean the lens looks here.
So now after all that camera drama, I have drug out my manual 35mm Pentax. I have to adjust f-stop, shutter speed and manually focus on the subject, which not-surprisingly has been Big B. It's actually fun, but not so great for those "Get the camera!" moments. I guess I just have to get faster. I'll keep you all posted once I get my roll back from Snapfish. So far, the picture dial reads 7, so once I hit 24 and manually rewind the film (yes, I have to do that, too), I'll pop it in the mail.
Now, as promised, I'll tell the camera story.
When C. and I went skiing in Copper Mountain, I stashed some dried fruit and nuts inside my Camelbak and a banana into my pocket for the lift ride. Since I had my camera, I figured it'd be great to snap some quick looks of our second snow outing together in two years.
After mayhem before our first run -- my binding promptly snapped off when I went to latch in, so not only were my bindings a loss, I had to rent skis for the first time in 11 years -- we were enjoying the mountain despite the 17-degree temperature and blowing snow. Really, it was a good time ... C. on his snowboard, me on my rental sticks.
So I decided to take some photos on the lift, and discovered two things that should never mingle. Delicate camera parts and a smashed banana. I had falled hard on the previous run, catching a ski edge on a patch of ice and (somehow) doing a belly flop onto the snow. I had the wind knocked out of me, but then I found the strength to giggle uncontrollably. Little did I know, my camera was on its last leg.
So I took these photos ... in chronological order of the final pictures my trusty Nikon point-and-shoot ever will take.
Chris on the lift.
You can see the frozen banana sludge.
It really was that snowy and cold.
Thank goodness for my neck gaiter. Brr!
Squint. You'll see trees. I promise.
The haze in the center of the lens is not snow, it's banana!
Not only is the camera happy to be alive at this point, but this was the last picture it captured, and boy am I happy it was this grown up little man, fresh off his first day of charming the day care ladies! All that flirting is tiresome. I'm surprised at how clean the lens looks here.So now after all that camera drama, I have drug out my manual 35mm Pentax. I have to adjust f-stop, shutter speed and manually focus on the subject, which not-surprisingly has been Big B. It's actually fun, but not so great for those "Get the camera!" moments. I guess I just have to get faster. I'll keep you all posted once I get my roll back from Snapfish. So far, the picture dial reads 7, so once I hit 24 and manually rewind the film (yes, I have to do that, too), I'll pop it in the mail.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Good news, bad news
I found the camera*.
My alternator in the Nissan might have crapped out tonight.
*Story TK.
My alternator in the Nissan might have crapped out tonight.
*Story TK.
I can't make this up
Just seen:
In the lotion and soap basket in the bathroom at work, there's a bottle of lotion called Pecan Passion.
It's slogan?
A love so irresistible, it will drive you nuts.
The stuff made me smell like Dillards.
In the lotion and soap basket in the bathroom at work, there's a bottle of lotion called Pecan Passion.
It's slogan?
A love so irresistible, it will drive you nuts.
The stuff made me smell like Dillards.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
As expected
For all my pontificating about our household sleep patterns in this post, I've been subjected to late-night torture since last Sunday night.
It began in Copper Mountain, where B.'s second night there was one to forget. We couldn't tear outta town fast enough because we knew once in the car, he'd pass out. (And he did.) But just last night, he got up at least four times, prompting me to wake C. for back up. We're definitely not of the bleary-eyed persuasion we once were during the first couple of weeks, but nobody's sleeping like a baby in this house. Not even the baby.
I hope all is well and his little gurgly tummy and tiny toots are to blame (lest you worry, I'm not going to be talking about baby poop and spit up all the time). Another reason could be that it was the "milestone ghost." Rumor has it when babies get near a milestone, their tiny brains work so hard round the clock trying to master their new skill, they can't turn it off. And B. now has some mad rolling skills to show for it.
As I write while my two favorite guys are napping, please help me in wishing Mr. Sandman wears out his welcome here very soon!
It began in Copper Mountain, where B.'s second night there was one to forget. We couldn't tear outta town fast enough because we knew once in the car, he'd pass out. (And he did.) But just last night, he got up at least four times, prompting me to wake C. for back up. We're definitely not of the bleary-eyed persuasion we once were during the first couple of weeks, but nobody's sleeping like a baby in this house. Not even the baby.
I hope all is well and his little gurgly tummy and tiny toots are to blame (lest you worry, I'm not going to be talking about baby poop and spit up all the time). Another reason could be that it was the "milestone ghost." Rumor has it when babies get near a milestone, their tiny brains work so hard round the clock trying to master their new skill, they can't turn it off. And B. now has some mad rolling skills to show for it.
As I write while my two favorite guys are napping, please help me in wishing Mr. Sandman wears out his welcome here very soon!
A glimpse
Picture this: Me in my bathrobe. C. holding the wee one and rocking back and forth. We're hanging out on a Saturday morning. Chillaxing, if you will. Just then, a familiar song fills the room.
Aww, yeah.
We cranked up the volume and started dancing around like fools. I was singing and tapping a wire whisk on the side of a bowl, C. was bobbing up and down and swaying and B. just looked at the two of us like we were the dorkiest parents on earth.
When the Beastie Boys' She's Crafty comes on, you just have to drop everything and dance.
Aww, yeah.
We cranked up the volume and started dancing around like fools. I was singing and tapping a wire whisk on the side of a bowl, C. was bobbing up and down and swaying and B. just looked at the two of us like we were the dorkiest parents on earth.
When the Beastie Boys' She's Crafty comes on, you just have to drop everything and dance.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Throwback Thursday
Sassy. Need I say more?
On second thought, I love how light my hair was (and thin!) and the upholstery on the outdoor bench. So '70s.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Baby's first
...day at day care. Nalik cared for B. while we spent the afternoon skiing and snowboarding at Copper Mountain. I think I had the worst time with it, crying while I walked out the door. I called halfway through the day and asked how he was, where the report was that he was fantastic, he had a rest, had been playing and was not upset at all. He also ate like a champ. Thanks, Nalik!
Monday, March 03, 2008
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