- Both my ex husband and my current husband are named Mark.
- Can belch half the alphabet.
- I am a physics/black holes/theory of all things fanatic!
- I have been known to make an entire batch of homemade chocolate icing with the soul intention of eating it straight from the bowl.
- Once traveled to
to meet a guy I had only known on the internet. California
- Shot a hand gun at age six.
- Spent $200 to have a half pound of French chocolate express shipped to me.
- Took a West coast touring vacation by myself from
Seattledown to for my 30th bday; staying in youth hostels almost the whole way. San Diego
- Traveled to
to live in an artist commune for two weeks. Los Angeles
- Used to have competitions with my sister to see who could do the best #1 sign with their big toes.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
...as The Onion would have you think! :) I LOVE owls. The problem is, from a decor standpoint, they tend to conjure up images of 1960's crocheted owls with beads for eyes - at least it often does with me.
I've chosen to go with a sort of owl motif for decorating my youngest son's room. I'm just beginning to decorate. I'm not big on going ballistic in decor for a baby, so I have plenty of time to have fun searching out and creating Owl decor for my son's room. I figure I should have it all in place by the time he's a year old; an age where he's more likely to appreciate or at the very least enjoy it.
The room we're talking about is painted purple, yes purple, by the previous owners and we have never bothered to repaint it, mostly because we're never in the room. Now that I'm in it daily (and nightly) I can not stand to look at it any longer. I plan (I think) to paint it all a light beige color and have one wall that is dark chocolate. On that dark chocolate wall I plan to paint a stylized mural of a tree with an owl perched up on a branch.
Google searches for owl fabric for the curtains in his room are not very encouraging. I wanted something that was subtle - all I'm finding is bright over the top materials. I may research how to stain/dye/or otherwise alter fabric myself...not sure how.
What else I found with my Google owl search was that it seems my unique choice of owl decor was not so unique after all (as this blog post will attest), such a disappointment. But owl popularity is not enough to make me change my mind.
What started all this owl nonsense? Well, my husband has these cute glass or pottery-type figures he's had with him since his commune days of University. I love them! There's a bear, a chicken, and an owl. He tells me there used to be a few other animals that were broken over time. My oldest son LOVES these figures and they currently all reside in his room. But Mr. Owl Asshole, as we lovingly call him ever since The Onion photo, will eventually perch somewhere in my youngest son's room.
I welcome any hints, projects, tips or awesome owl finds!!!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
When I posted Paul's four month old stats the other day, the picture I put up with it reminded me so very much of a picture I had of Peter when he was infant. I dug it up and was surprised to find the picture I had in mind was of Peter at 6 months old. Check it out above, Paul at 4 months old on the left and Peter at 6 months old on the right.
Gee whiz my boys are handsome if I do say so myself!!
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Wow, I think it was yesterday...yes just yesterday it seems that I posted Paul's 3 month old stats...boy that month went fast! Paul turned 4 months old on Sunday.
His doc visit isn't scheduled until the 15th - so I don't have his official stats. We did, however, measure how tall (long) he is and that little weed of a boy is already at 27.5 inches (68.95 cm to you my Canadian family) that's 3.5 inches taller than 2 months ago. Grow Paul, grow!
I weighed him by stepping on the scales alone (we won't share that weight) and then weighing myself while holding Paul...that gave us his weight of 14 pounds (approximately). Oh and that's 6.35 kilos to my Canadian Family. I swear I thought he was closer to 16 pounds by now. Either way he is definitely a tall kid! He's already wearing his 9 month old clothes....next week I'll be writing that he's into his 12 monthers!!! The picture above is about 1 week before he turned 4 months old.
Here's a shot of Paul from Sunday - he's kicking the play toy at his feet:
Monday, July 6, 2009
I had forgotten all about this inflatable duck bath tub we had purchased for my first born. I was never a fan of the plastic baby bathtubs intended to be used on your counter top. They were cumbersome and my baby always looked uncomfortable in it. The instant I felt comfortable propping my son up in an upright position without him flopping over (with both boys that age was 3 months old) I bought this inflatable duck bath tub and ditched the counter top bath.
I've resurrected our duck tub from the depths of basement with great joy for our second born son. He clearly enjoyed his bath much more with kicking feet and splashing hands...so fun! The tub is just wonderful. Since it's inflated it's soft on all sides (no hard plastic, no rigid supports ... just soft inflated plastic), also on the bottom inside of the tub is a small circle that turns colors and lets you know if you have the water too hot for the baby. It's small enough that it fits inside our traditional bathtub. Finally, it has a suction cup on the end so you can hang the duck up on the bath wall to drain.
I didn't take pictures of Paul in the tub tonight (we were having way too much fun to think of photos), but I promise to get one up soon...here's a few of Peter in the tub from when he was a wee baby boy. These are shots of us using it as a pool outside.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
My sons, my Mother and I all recently took a road trip from Washington, DC to Memphis, TN. My Great Uncle had passed away and we decided driving with the boys was better than flying.
My Great Uncle George and his wife Frances (who passed away a few years ago) were (are) pillars of the family. All of my cousins and I have fond memories of family functions always occurring in their home. There's not a single Christmas that wasn't spent at their house during my childhood - no small affair! We are a huge family!! Here's one of my favorite photos of Uncle George and Aunt Frances.
The trip as a whole had it's ups and downs. Like checking into a Howard Johnson's at 3:00am in Knoxville that was old, musty, smokey, had FILTHY shag carpets in the room and, I noticed as we were walking out (no we did NOT sleep there!), dried blood splattered on the hallway walls! We moved to a Best Western in another part of town where all was normal. The boys did pretty well on the trip. Peter had fun yelling out TRUCK!! every time one drove by or "cy-cycle!" every time a motorcycle went past.
Peter's vocabulary really seemed to blossom during the week we stayed at my Uncle Mike and Aunt Gail's house in Memphis. He also had tons of fun! Uncle Mike has an awesome train set with a wood mill that cuts logs and produces slats of wood, the set has smoke that comes out of the train engine, and a firehouse where the engines come out of the garage with bells and sirens going. Peter LOVES it!!
Peter met his cousin Linley who is a bit younger than him and then met his cousin James who is almost exactly the same age. They had a blast playing together.
Bath time at GiGi's house - Gigi is Aunt Gail. All of my Aunt Gail's grand kids call her Gee, Peter kept hearing Gee and for some reason it came out Gigi. So she's Gigi and we, apparently, were staying at Gigi's house! He was constantly saying go home to Gigi's? Anyway, bath time at Gigi's house was pretty much the same as at home except in the basket of bath toys that Gigi keeps for her grand kids were two action figures. Every night Peter would get each toy out and put it in the bathtub, but when he got to these two figures he would put them on the toilet and say "no men!" Every time he did it, it made me think of my cousin's blog post about her son James evicting a gazelle from playtime at home. Must be a two-year-old thing to do.
We made the required trip to the Peabody Hotel to see the ducks parading out to the fountain in the lobby. I got to catch up with some old grade school friends. Soon, all too soon, it was time to go home. Here are a few photos of our trip. ALL of the photos we took, including several Peter took, are on my Shutterfly page ~here~ I forgot to say, if you are a friend or family member - basically if I know you IRL and you don't have access to my Shutterfly photos, just sign up on the page that comes up to join and view and I'll approve it or email me and I'll add you. If you are a blogger friend and we haven't met - sorry... I won't approve it...nothing personal, I just dont know you that well! :) Here are few:
Peter, Gigi and his cousin James playing with the marble toy:
The boys watching Gigi going to get the mail:
Peter played with bubbles every morning: