Roses on Valentine's Day?
A newborn baby's skin?
90 year old geezers walking through the park holding hands?
Maybe...but what about this?
Monday, February 23, 2009
True Love
What does true love look like?
Roses on Valentine's Day?
A newborn baby's skin?
90 year old geezers walking through the park holding hands?
Maybe...but what about this?
Leftover fried okra in a plastic bag...with instructions on how to reheat it to perfection. My mama loves me!
Roses on Valentine's Day?
A newborn baby's skin?
90 year old geezers walking through the park holding hands?
Maybe...but what about this?
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Inherited Traits
I can recall lots of examples of things that are predictable inherited traits from 10th grade biology: eye color, hair color, ability to roll your tongue, etc.
What you never predict are the unknown weird things your kids will inherit.
Like the Shackelford tendency to read rather than actually engage in conversation (no matter who is around).
Or the Freeman "Noassatall" Disease (creating ill-fitting pants all across the South).
V has inherited her mother's tendency to use her tongue. Not just for talking.
Sometimes she even "cleans" our glass front door with her tongue-without being asked- resulting in a 2 minute time out. Gross.
We can't wait to see what else she's inherited!
What you never predict are the unknown weird things your kids will inherit.
Like the Shackelford tendency to read rather than actually engage in conversation (no matter who is around).
Or the Freeman "Noassatall" Disease (creating ill-fitting pants all across the South).
V has inherited her mother's tendency to use her tongue. Not just for talking.
When playing, it must come out.
To concentrate, it must come out.
Sometimes she even "cleans" our glass front door with her tongue-without being asked- resulting in a 2 minute time out. Gross.
We can't wait to see what else she's inherited!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Chewed Out
So I was making up the bed just a few minutes ago and V starts crying. Since I've been sick and T was sick today I assume she must be feeling bad and I go in to check on her. Instead of finding a sick baby, I find an irate one. Actual conversation:
Me: What's wrong baby?
V: Mama (crying)
Me: Are you OK?
V: Mama...making noises.
Me: Do you want to rock and sing some songs?
V: Mama making NOISES and I can't sleep.
Me: What?
V: Mama making noises. Mama making noises. Mama making lots of loud noises.
Me: Did I wake you up getting the sheets out of the closet?
V: Mama making TOO MANY NOISES!
Me: I am sorry baby. Can I sing you some songs to get you back to sleep?
V: Yes but don't make any more noises.
Me: Sorry Virginia. I won't make any more noises.
Me: What's wrong baby?
V: Mama (crying)
Me: Are you OK?
V: Mama...making noises.
Me: Do you want to rock and sing some songs?
V: Mama making NOISES and I can't sleep.
Me: What?
V: Mama making noises. Mama making noises. Mama making lots of loud noises.
Me: Did I wake you up getting the sheets out of the closet?
V: Mama making TOO MANY NOISES!
Me: I am sorry baby. Can I sing you some songs to get you back to sleep?
V: Yes but don't make any more noises.
Me: Sorry Virginia. I won't make any more noises.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Ashland Weekend
It was another exciting weekend in Ashland, VA for the Bruce Clan (Scottish, not racist, just to be clear).
We were supposed to go weekend before last but then there was that whole "vomitfest" thing we had to attend to...
Lucky for us because the weather was gorgeous and we got to do lots of fun stuff like...
RIDE MOTORCYCLES
and
PLAY IN THE BACKYARD
and
GO TO THE PARK
and
OPEN VALENTINE'S DAY PRESENTS!
Last but not least, there was also plenty of time for loving on Paw Paw and Grandma.
We were supposed to go weekend before last but then there was that whole "vomitfest" thing we had to attend to...
Lucky for us because the weather was gorgeous and we got to do lots of fun stuff like...
RIDE MOTORCYCLES
and
PLAY IN THE BACKYARD
and
GO TO THE PARK
and
OPEN VALENTINE'S DAY PRESENTS!
Last but not least, there was also plenty of time for loving on Paw Paw and Grandma.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Hair Help
FACT:Virginia has a lot of hair...I mean a LOT of hair...and this dry, winter weather makes it kind of crazy. (see the crazy picture of the month to the left if you don't believe me)
FACT: T is wonder Dad and has morning duty with V, including feeding her breakfast, getting her dressed and "fixing" her hair.
FACT: The "fixing" of her hair typically means brushing around the barrette I put in her hair when she got up and occasionally reapplying a pulled out barrette. I am grateful for this-I have fond flashbacks of crooked ponytails and loose barrettes applied by my own father when my mom had worked the night shift as a nurse.
FACT: V's hair usually looks like the photo below when I leave the house:
FACT: V has wonderful teachers at her new school and Ms. Kelly is particularly sweet. For example, when V was sick at school last Friday her words to me on the phone were not "come pick up your barfing kid!" They were, instead, "our baby is sick and just threw up!" Today she took hair matters into her own hands and produced the hair below.
Enjoy it now because it'll never look like this again, even if T & I tried really hard.
FACT: T is wonder Dad and has morning duty with V, including feeding her breakfast, getting her dressed and "fixing" her hair.
FACT: The "fixing" of her hair typically means brushing around the barrette I put in her hair when she got up and occasionally reapplying a pulled out barrette. I am grateful for this-I have fond flashbacks of crooked ponytails and loose barrettes applied by my own father when my mom had worked the night shift as a nurse.
FACT: V's hair usually looks like the photo below when I leave the house:
FACT: V has wonderful teachers at her new school and Ms. Kelly is particularly sweet. For example, when V was sick at school last Friday her words to me on the phone were not "come pick up your barfing kid!" They were, instead, "our baby is sick and just threw up!" Today she took hair matters into her own hands and produced the hair below.
Enjoy it now because it'll never look like this again, even if T & I tried really hard.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
We survived Vomitfest 2009
We are now 25 1/2 hours vomit-free. V is back to her old self, and I am slowly trying to wean her off the hours and hours of cartoons that she's become accustomed to in the last 2 days. Tres is gone on a long bike ride to rid his lungs of "sick air" and I have had a shower. All is good in the world.
I hope it's safe to say we survived.
Words from the formerly sick child herself:
Before you ask, I have no idea why she says no more hot water. She must still be a little delirious from a day of no solid food.
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