She has never been too cool.
Clean off my camera week continues with ShoeShe demonstrating to two year old boys how to play in the sprinkler properly. She does a good job. One of my biggest pet-peeves are people who think they are too cool to be silly and have fun. She has never ever been one of those people.
My favorite part is H in the background wondering “What the heck is this “grown-up” doing?”
What grace. What form. She gets a 9.7 in the sprinkler jumping Olympics.
H is all “Lordy here she comes again, I am MOVING!”
Last time. Make it count, the Canadian judge is being harsh.
Awesome.
Night at the Rodeo
We went to the rodeo a while ago; though, we are not really rodeo kinda people. I used to ride horses, but it was much more “let’s put on this pretty blue blazer and french braid our hair to jump over white picket fences” instead of “how about we get a big’ ole belt buckle and a cowboy hat and see who can destroy their vertebra fastest”. However, in the interest of family fun not in front of a movie screen, we went to the rodeo. One of us dressed the part.
I did not bring my tripod and it was getting dark so there are very few shots of the animals. The ones I do have are BLURRY. Photos or not–the horses were gorgeous and the cowboys were the only ones getting injured.
Our sweet boy was concerned each time someone got bucked off, but cheered the loudest when the horses came through the gate. That kid is a puzzle wrapped in an enigma .
He was so excited to go run with the kids after the calf during (what is it called? Not half time, intermission?) but would not let me hand him over the fence to the nice man so he could be in the ring. Have I mentioned two is kicking my butt? Here are other kiddos tormenting a calf by trying to get the ribbon off of its tail. Everyone knows if you are going to torment a calf you should at least be able to eat some veal when you are finished. (Kidding!….sorta.)
Tantrums or not, we all had a great time, and I imagine we will be right back here again next year.
Operation clean off my camera will continue tomorrow with baby pictures so cute they will melt your ovaries. If you do not have ovaries then, well…it is just a cute kid.
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People smile and tell me I’m the lucky one, and we’ve just begun,
Think I’m gonna have a son.
He will be like he and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.
And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.
Seems as though a month ago I betcha never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now a smile, a face, a man that shares my name,
Now I’m through with the game, this boy will never be the same.
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we’ve just begun,
Yeah, we’re gonna fly to the sun.
Love the boy who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love him and he’ll bring you luck.
And if you find he helps your mind, buddy, take him home,
Don’t you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.
And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.
Danny’s Song, A. Murray version
Have a happy (not commercialized, waste of money, invented by Hallmark) Valentine’s Day Sweet Husband. I know there is a God because love like this is not of this earth. I love you, and enjoy.
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Hupdates
1. Ma had her surgery on Friday here in hometown, she is recovering nicely and my Mom is taking great care of her. She will be driven home, to a house with electricity, tomorrow-ish.
2. I am assuming this is not insider information, if it is– read fast because I will take this one off. My Dad got laid off after working there since I was a sophomore in high-school. I was concerned by this because every other time he has ever changed jobs it has meant a major move….and I want my family close! Also, I so am not ready to be responsible for my grandparents. Dad has already been contacted about some contract work and did get a decent severance package, so maybe he will just be able to be semi-retired and not much will change.
3. JHJ also got laid off and is coming home. I am thrilled because I have missed my brother, but sad that he does not really want to be here. Vegas it is not.
4. Someone has taught The Son to say “I want a sister.” and I am not amused
5. Someone (Gabs) also taught him to say “SHUT UP” and “That is STUPID”. I am pissed.
6. I have had this um…medical thing. This girly medical thing that really made me (and a doctor) think that maybe I had miscarriage–and not have realized that I was even pregnant. I have had two ultrasounds and about a gallon of blood work done and it has been determined that I was not pregnant (which Hallelujah because I was going to be all WTF Trojan!) and have just had some um.. issues. To solve this problem I have been given hormones. Because I needed help on my journey to crazy town. Hormones seem to be helping and it looks like I am going to be able to avoid a D&C. p.s. this has not been caused by extended breastfeeding. No it has not. I said NO. Okay, maybe a little, BUT my OB said that she wishes that every one of her patients could nurse until their baby was 32 months, so *pfffzt*extended nursing for the win.
7. I have had lots of inquires about The Husband since his accident. He is still in physical therapy, and his shoulder still hurts some, but his rib seems to be all better. We have not yet settled with the insurance company for his personal injury claim, we are waiting for him to be well so we know how much to settle for first. Little work car is up and running, but looks flat out ghetto. Oh, well, it is paid off and the money the insurance company gave us for it paid The Husband’s tuition.
8. That’s all I’ve got people. So, what has been going on with you?
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Keeping with the trend I apparently set last night (unbeknownst to me) in posting the David Bowie song…….Tonight’s video is strictly for Hey You.
Everyone else: Please pray that their electricity is restored soon and the trees cleared off the roads so that everyone can go back to reading the eloquence that is Hey You’s blog posts.
Oh, and don’t worry about me, I’m not depressed. I just miss my family.
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We’re really missing you and The Son here. Katy is eating a stuffed snowman and Ellie is collecting things and placing them in your favorite chair.
We want you to come home soon, but only when the ice has cleared and it’s once again safe to traverse the country.
Until then, stay safe, stay warm…………and climb the hill to call us as often as you can without freezing.
I love you both very much.
TheHusband
Here is something for everyone else out there:
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As of right now I am 254,052 hours old. For those mathematically challenged like myself, that is 29 years, 12 hours old. 29 sounds like the age of a grown up. This has not been such a great week. Actually, it has kind of sucked. You know why? Because I have had to be a grown-up way too many times this week.
One of the reasons I love being a SAHM is I have an outlet for all of the bizarre stuff I want to do. An audience that always plays along and giggles. Do I want to put on slippery socks and ice skate in the hallway? He thinks it is awesome. Do I want to use mini marshmallows as snow on the island of Sodor? I rule! Should we give each other tattoos with washable markers and then spend an hour in a bubble bath? Of course we should! Moral of the story? We do not act like grown-ups. We have fun. I figure as long as we are relatively well fed, have on clean underwear, and at least try to take a nap, that is good enough.
This week? I have been 29. Want to know some of the sentences I have been told this week? “We are going to total the car, but you can buy it from us at salvage cost if you want.” “We should do that, it will be cheaper than buying a whole new car.” “The injury is worse than we first thought, now we think a rib is separated too.” “He will need several weeks of physical therapy.” “We will not settle the claim until he is well.” “Since I work as a contractor I will not get paid at all for the time I was off because of the wreck.” “Since your husband was not a full-time student last semester, he will have to start repaying his student loans now.” “You owe us 12 hundred dollars.” “Your no interest financing on the hot water heater from last year is up next month.” “The Huckablazer is making a funny sound.” “Your grandmother forgot what month Valentine’s day is in.” “Maybe if you hang up some hearts over the bows on them you can call them Valentine’s decorations.” “No! No, Mama! I NO wear coat!” “No! No! Mama! I not eat toast. I eat candy!” “I not eat oatmeal, I eat CANDY MAMA!” “I eat CANDY NOT BEAKFAST!” “No, I no go to time out! I will hit!” “NO, I no dink cup, I Nur-nur.” “No I go night-night in Mama Daddy bed.” “No, I no go potty.” “NO! NO! NO!”
Arg. I have been a grown-up. And, then as if someone out there said, “Hey, it is her birthday, we should let her have a good day instead,” today has been a good day. The Husband went out in the ten degree weather to buy me a vanilla latte. The Son did not injure himself or others at play group. My mom fed me homemade minestrone and from scratch bread for lunch. The Son curled up next to me and took a nap. The Husband and I went out for Sashimi. Now we are home and going to snuggle up and watch tv from i tunes. A good day. Oh, and guess what? My husband has been sticking away money and has enough saved up for this. He said not to worry about student loans, or car wrecks, or hot water heaters, so I am going to let him be the grown-up and I am going to count the days until my new camera is delivered.
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