B-A-B-Y
May 18, 2008 (and not a minute later)
Bailey is stoked to be a big brother...
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Clowns...
are pretty scary. Today, I saw a clown in the passenger side of a van talking on a cell phone. That wasn't scary. That was crazy.
Leave a comment about your experience and thoughts on the clown subject...
Leave a comment about your experience and thoughts on the clown subject...
Friday, August 31, 2007
Feeding babies...
...lemons never ceases to be hilarious. Poor sweet little Bailey, he just kept going back for more and Mommy and Grandma just kept giving it to him and laughing hysterically. Even other people in Red Robin were partaking in the entertainment...
Monday, August 20, 2007
Freeway Off-ramps
I have always known that I rate pretty low on the scale of compassion. This last Saturday, I realized why. Since I've lived in Portland (because you know I had hardly ever driven on the freeway before that), I have NEVER, not once, given money or anything else to any of the people you see with the signs on freeway on- and off-ramps telling their sad story about why I should part with my money on their behalf. I felt very vindicated on Saturday when I pulled off the freeway and spotted a guy, sitting on a crate holding a sign that simply said "homeless". The first thing I noticed was how average he looked with an Old Navy type button up plaid shirt, jeans and tennis shoes...pretty much how my husband dresses. The second (and final) thing I noticed was that as he was sitting there, begging for handouts from people, at least he had his iPod to keep him company.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Buttons
Mary bought this Pooh cart, you know the type that is supposed to help kids learn to walk?
It has a bunch of buttons and an octave worth of a keyboard.
Anyways, Bailey hasn't done much with hitting buttons until today. He now slaps them with his hands and thoroughly enjoys making the sounds, to our great joy. :-)
We thoroughly enjoy having Bailey learn and develop so quickly. He really does try all the time to become more mobile and more capable by the day. He's also become quite a bit more vocal about how he feels, like today when he was actually cranky.
I know that some of you have heard that Bailey isn't cranky but for him he was. I needed to learn today how to readjust to a baby that could be fussy. How weird is that! :-)
It has a bunch of buttons and an octave worth of a keyboard.
Anyways, Bailey hasn't done much with hitting buttons until today. He now slaps them with his hands and thoroughly enjoys making the sounds, to our great joy. :-)
We thoroughly enjoy having Bailey learn and develop so quickly. He really does try all the time to become more mobile and more capable by the day. He's also become quite a bit more vocal about how he feels, like today when he was actually cranky.
I know that some of you have heard that Bailey isn't cranky but for him he was. I needed to learn today how to readjust to a baby that could be fussy. How weird is that! :-)
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Redneckin'
So, I know many of you have been waiting in anticipation for my blog about our family camping trip and I'm a little nervous--hoping I live up to the expectations. :)
I can't even write this blog without starting with a confession: about 8 years ago, my sister-in-law Wendi (shout out, Wendi!) shocked our entire family by showing up to the family camping trip dragging along a U-Haul trailer. I thought I was going to laugh myself silly when I saw my big, bad, redneck brother pull up to a totally rustic (and I mean R-U-S-T-I-C) "campground" (a.k.a. some mostly flat spot in the middle of the forest by a lake) pulling a U-Haul. I thought Wendi was the citiest city girl I had ever met and this just solidified it. Imagine my humiliation when I realized this summer that there wasn't room in our SUV for Mark, Mary, Bailey, Grandma Faye AND Sasha along with all of our stuff. This is what I said to myself: "Holy crap. THIS is why Wendi had to rent a U-Haul! I owe her a MAJOR apology for all the years of mocking and scorn." So, Wendi, may my deepest and sincerest apology live on eternally entombed in the internet! :)
Okay, moving on. The funnest game ever invented: The Redneck Game of Life. http://www.rednecklife.us/ The whole point of this game is to finish the game with the most teeth. True story. Mark & I have played this game several times with several different groups of people but I knew deep in my heart that nothing could have prepared him for playing it with my family. Here are three direct quotes from the game:
Monty (p.s. he had a mullet until not that long ago): (upon turning over the card that would reveal the "house" he would be buying) "Hey Julie, come look at this! This looks just like our trailer!"
Marty (p.s. he lives in BFE Montana): (Upon review of nearly EVERY "Go Redneckin'" card he turned over) "Okay, that one hits just a little to close to home."
Cody (Marty's 10-year-old son): (After Marty got a card that made him lose a tooth because his bat riquocheted while playing mailbox baseball) "Hey Dad! Is that what happened to our frog mailbox?" Yep.
There is a card in the game that requires all the players to engage in a pig calling contest (seriously). Dusty got that card and, for the record, I won. Thank you very much. Later on Dusty got a card that caused Marty to lose his job (which required a 5th grade education, mind you) as the Ciggy Shack Attendent because he was doing donuts in the parking lot and flattened the Ciggy Shack.
My mom landed on a square right at the end of the game where she had "one last roll in the hay" and ended up with a young'un named...wait for it...Mary Jane. Awesome.
I could go on all night recapping that game because it was the funniest thing that has happened in a really long time.
Poor Mark, he's still twitching.
I can't even write this blog without starting with a confession: about 8 years ago, my sister-in-law Wendi (shout out, Wendi!) shocked our entire family by showing up to the family camping trip dragging along a U-Haul trailer. I thought I was going to laugh myself silly when I saw my big, bad, redneck brother pull up to a totally rustic (and I mean R-U-S-T-I-C) "campground" (a.k.a. some mostly flat spot in the middle of the forest by a lake) pulling a U-Haul. I thought Wendi was the citiest city girl I had ever met and this just solidified it. Imagine my humiliation when I realized this summer that there wasn't room in our SUV for Mark, Mary, Bailey, Grandma Faye AND Sasha along with all of our stuff. This is what I said to myself: "Holy crap. THIS is why Wendi had to rent a U-Haul! I owe her a MAJOR apology for all the years of mocking and scorn." So, Wendi, may my deepest and sincerest apology live on eternally entombed in the internet! :)
Okay, moving on. The funnest game ever invented: The Redneck Game of Life. http://www.rednecklife.us/ The whole point of this game is to finish the game with the most teeth. True story. Mark & I have played this game several times with several different groups of people but I knew deep in my heart that nothing could have prepared him for playing it with my family. Here are three direct quotes from the game:
Monty (p.s. he had a mullet until not that long ago): (upon turning over the card that would reveal the "house" he would be buying) "Hey Julie, come look at this! This looks just like our trailer!"
Marty (p.s. he lives in BFE Montana): (Upon review of nearly EVERY "Go Redneckin'" card he turned over) "Okay, that one hits just a little to close to home."
Cody (Marty's 10-year-old son): (After Marty got a card that made him lose a tooth because his bat riquocheted while playing mailbox baseball) "Hey Dad! Is that what happened to our frog mailbox?" Yep.
There is a card in the game that requires all the players to engage in a pig calling contest (seriously). Dusty got that card and, for the record, I won. Thank you very much. Later on Dusty got a card that caused Marty to lose his job (which required a 5th grade education, mind you) as the Ciggy Shack Attendent because he was doing donuts in the parking lot and flattened the Ciggy Shack.
My mom landed on a square right at the end of the game where she had "one last roll in the hay" and ended up with a young'un named...wait for it...Mary Jane. Awesome.
I could go on all night recapping that game because it was the funniest thing that has happened in a really long time.
Poor Mark, he's still twitching.
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