Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Then I went to college and my roommates laughed at me because I didn't know the true name of this particular kitchen accessory.
I then started to think about all the funny words my family used while growing up (that I got teased about later in my adult life). Usually substitution words.
Here is a short list:
Footstool. I now know they are called "ottomans".
Blaster. That thing you point at the TV to change the channels, otherwise known as a "remote control".
Air bubbles. You know...instead of toots, or farts (sorry mom).
Parmesian Cheese. It's really Parmasan cheese.
Pick Up. Instead of Truck.
Strainer. Technically it's a colander. But strainer also referred to a dish rack as well.
No. 2. We never said poop. For reals.
Draining Board. Instead of countertops.
Tennis Shoes. Any shoe that wasn't a Sunday dress shoe.
Mush. Cream of Wheat or Oatmeal.
Those are just a few off the top of my head. To this day, I still don't get the "draining board" thing.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I couldn't quite get Preston to feed the bread to the ducks. Instead, he fed himself.
Then, on Friday, we got to watch a cute little niece named Gwenevere while her parents had a night out on the town.
Meal times were quite comical.
It was like watching little birds chirping at the mama bird waiting for food to be dropped into their mouths. Who knew these kiddos loved mac'n'cheese THAT much.
On Saturday, we returned little Gwenevere to her parents, and then they watched Preston for us so that we could go do our...
We had planned to do this little race back before I was pregnant, and decided that we would still do it as long as I was feeling up to it.
"We'll take course number 7 please!", Will says.
The video below is an exciting depictment of breakfast Saturday morning with the two little baby birds.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
It had been since August since our last trip. Will just started a new job last week. It was Saturday. We just needed to get away. And we did.
And then once we reached the peninsuula, we pleasantly found ourselves under clear skies and sunshine. The ocean was deep blue, the clouds were white and puffy, and the sun was sparkling like none other.
The funny part of our day is, is that we brought the baby backpack to go hiking.
We never went hiking.
Until the next adventure...
Friday, January 15, 2010
I'm not really a blonde. I'm a natural born redhead. Okay, actually, natural born strawberry blonde.
My mother has red hair. My Grandfather had red hair. My Great-Grandfather had red hair, and even 3 more generations up had red hair. Our son Preston has red hair. My younger brother has red hair.
I have been putting blonde highlights in my hair since...hmmm...
(You know it's been a while when you can't remember).
Well, I'm here to tell you that the last time I put blonde highlights in my hair was last June. I remember because it was right before we went on a 3 day camping trip over to the Olympic Peninsula and my hair looked particularly light and summery in all of those pictures (as seen below).
Here is me today:
That is my natural color. At least, the first 5 inches of it.
It's getting to the point where I either need to do an all over dye to bring it all back to strawberry blonde, or I need to put more blonde hightlights in it.
But I can't. I won't.
I'm stuck with roots for the time being because...
Surprise! It's our Christmas surprise baby! (we found out Dec 10th)
And there you are.
A very good reason why one should avoid using hair dye and why I now have 5 inch roots of red hair.
And as for the rest of this story...I will entertain you with another time.
Baby #2 is due August 20th. You can follow my pregnancy journal on The Belly Diaries for all the nitty gritty female info.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
In case I failed to mention earlier...
A certain someone took a certain liking to Grandpa's chair over the holidays.
In fact, if Grandpa was sitting in Grandpa's chair, this certain someone would come over to him and stand right in front of him and say in the sweetest little voice, "Chair?....Chair?".
Grandpa of course thought that it meant Preston wanted to sit on Grandpa's lap on the chair.
No siree, Grandpa.
What it really meant was Preston wanted Grandpa to get up and out of his chair so that Preston could sit in it all by himself.
Grandpa booted. Preston king of the chair.
Next was Christmas morning...
Preston got his very own basketball hoop for Christmas this year, to complete his obsession with anything round, ball-ish or resembling a circle.
He now has his own "ball ball".
I betcha didn't know you could throw stuffed dogs through basketball hoops too, didya?
Preston also got plenty of matchbox cars, tiny miniature balls, and I think we counted 3 dumptrucks.
At least they were attractive looking vampires, right?