I agree...a little creepy...but I think he pulls it off well :)
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I agree...a little creepy...but I think he pulls it off well :)
Monday, December 5, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
John and Annie’s Mama
Bo was a dog.
And when I say ‘big’, I mean Bo was a giant- sized dog…almost the size of a pony!
He had outgrown his dog house, so now Bo lived inside his owner’s house.
Bo was very protective of his home.
One day, a repairman came into the house, and he surprised Bo.
Being friendly, Bo didn’t want to scare the repairman.
But being protective, Bo did what he thought was best. So he jumped up on the repairman and knocked him down.
And laid down on top of the repairman until Bo’s owners came home.
Bo’s family was proud that Bo protected their house.
And the repairman decided he’d only come back to the house when the family was home.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
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Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Luckily, my sister usually travels with poop bags.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The next day, Tom left again for a week-long college-scouting trip with Sean (for realz). My life-long friend Jin Ho came over to visit (and help!). And the very first thing John said to him was, "I go to Wiggleworms with my dad." I called Tom and he was thrilled :).
Friday, March 18, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Of course we change all of that when we decided to have her induced (very happy about that decision to help give Tom and me some peace of mind during such an emotional time!)
So now I am the mama of a 1 year old and a 2 (very soon to be 3!) year old...oh my.
"Just got taken hostage for 30 mins. Really very benign. All ok. But crazy. Driver called hotel mgr who came and told the villagers to let us go."
So taking of my mama-hat and putting on my sister-hat, WHAT THE F*CK?
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
So, Saturday John and I ventured out for a SNOW ADVENTURE!! It started with getting on our snow gear.
John: Snow pants, jacket, hat, scarf, mittens, boots. Adorable.
Mom: Jacket, gloves, scarf, boots.
And off we went, into our backyard. John was super excited...until he sunk. About thigh deep. And was stuck. We tried to build a snowman...but John was not having any fun at all since he couldn't even fall into the snow being that he was already trapped by it.
I was not going to let this ruin our snow adventure. So off we went on Plan B -- a trip to go sledding! We got the sled, loaded John into it, and set off through the public garden that borders our house to get to the park. I was pulling that sled with all my might. The snow had not yet been walked on (since we were in the garden that sane people don't go in during the winter). So the sled turned into a plow and I was literally pulling pounds and pounds of snow, trying to convince John this actually was fun. At this point, I did not need my snow gear. Tempted to leave most of it in the garden. Luckily, the sled suddenly was easier to pull. Unluckily, I turned to look back...and John was a bundle of blue lying on the snow (again stuck). We capsized twice.
After about 20 min, we made it to the park (which is 1 block away). Decided to not attempt sledding (finally realized the snow was NOT going to cooperated), and instead John played with 2 kids who were filling the slides up with snow and crashing through it on their way down. FUN. Good. Not a total loss. Then we tried swinging. In the baby-type swing with the leg holes. Fun, until John got stuck (please re-read the list of what he was wearing...not hard to figure out putting him in the baby swing was a bad idea). Had to take off his boots to get him out. So there we were, all bundled up, in the snow. Without boots. Awesome.
Time to go home.
John (again wearing his boots) splashed in puddles the whole way -- loved it! We got home, took off his boots, and apparently they are NOT water proof...oh my...SOAKING wet socks.
Yes. So I had my 3 year old out in the snow, got him stuck there, took off his boots and soaked his socks.
Today he has a fever of 100+. I know things like germs really cause illness. But I still am a total and complete loser.
My solution? Retail therapy. Just bought this for Annie:
Sunshine. Bring it.
Friday, January 28, 2011
The lack of sleep that goes with motherhood is indescribable and cannot be understood by a non-mom. Dads can't even understand it. People think that since kids sleep 12-14 hours/day that the moms should be able to sleep as well. That's just not how it works. Kids sleep ON us. If we move to get comfortable, they wake up. And as they sleep, we have to do all of the things we used to be able to do at any time -- like eat, shower, clean up.
The idea that a nursing mom can sleep in at all is just not true. Annie gets up at 5am, so I get up at 5am. No matter what time I went to bed or fell asleep. She's not going to be comforted by anyone else. I bring her into our bed, and she'll nurse and maybe fall back asleep...on me. It's such a beautiful mental image and a bonding moment...but one I am awake for. Tom can fall back asleep easily since he's there but not really part of what's going on.
I am not complaining about being a mom. I love nursing Annie and loved nursing John. It's just hard. And tiring. And indescribable. Really. And I know people reading this are thinking I'm being annoying or a martyr or whatever. And honestly I'm too tired to care. I've tried to talk about this with some people, and mostly I get advice like, "Can Tom wake up with Annie?" or "You need a night away." Which both make perfect sense...except they really make no sense at all. I told Lisa about it all. She got it. Thanks, Lisa Jean. Jelly Bean.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
I think this can only be appreciated by a fellow diaper changer. I mean it was incredible -- we were mid-diaper change. She didn't want to have her legs up, but I was holding them with 1 hand and trying to wipe her with the other...when I HEARD HER POOP fly out of her butt. And it was gigantic.
It was like one of those foam guns that shoot out that liquid foam that turns solid...
I wish I had my camera. Truly.