Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
I guess he is slightly worried due to Carter’s height and ninja monkey abilities that an escape from the crib will happen in no time.
So we have been watching Carter ponder the height of furniture for a few weeks quietly hoping that he would wait to climb up on anything. And have been trying to distract him away from climbing with toys and food.
No such luck. He’s up on the couch and chairs.
This video does not fully show how quickly he can get onto furniture...but you'll get the idea.
Now, I understand the doctor's viewpoint and appreciate his concern for Carter's safety...but I respectfully disagree (read: plan to blatantly ignore).
I just can’t bring myself to take a 13 month old out of his crib. And when anyone argues this topic with me…my only response is “he just started sleeping through the night a few months ago…do you really think removing the railing (read: cage aspect of it) and allowing him access to toys is a good idea?
I will revisit this topic when I have seen Carter actually try to escape from the crib...or he turns 2 (read: 3 (ok ok read: 18))
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
This year – Carter is still suckin' that same binky … (I can't take it away...he's getting his molars and they make him hurt and cry a lot...poor little guy).
And Chad…well…he has a mustache now.
Monday, August 24, 2009
So, as if him playing fantasy football isn’t geeky enough, he now has a mustache for the mustache contest that will be held at his fantasy football draft.
Again…let me break down this situation for you. He gets together with a group of adult men, they pick a fake team of football players so that they can have fake scores and fake games. For those of you that were geeky in high school you may think this sounds a lot like Magic the Gathering. And you may be correct.
I’m told it’s ‘not like that’…because there are less things said about evil elves and sword fights and more sitting around with beer in a dingy bar fighting over some football players stats.
I still Love you Chad (even though I want to ask you when you got off your shift with the California Highway Patrol everytime I see you...and I hummed the theme song from Magnum PI all Friday morning).
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Here are some "Before" hair pictures:
Here are some hair cutting pictures (I omitted the ones where he was screaming and pounding his fists):An "After" picture (of him glaring at me wondering when I will put down the camera):
And he has this cute certificate to remember his first haircut by (and a weird little baggie of hair). Say it with me ... awwww.
We ate, we partied, we played, we ate more, we drank, we changed poopy diapers...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Now, most couples look back to their first apartment together and laugh at how small it was and how nothing worked, etc. Not us. Our first apartment was actually a beautiful townhouse with 5 bedrooms (or so the landlord said….it was more like three with some extra space in the non-heated attic), a beautifully renovated kitchen, and the two coolest neighbors ever.
We moved in, settled into our routine (get up, go to work, get home, drink, yell at each other because we were both learning how to live with someone that was more than a roommate, go to bed, and so on).
One day, one of our neighbors (who moved into their house the day after Christmas…seriously….who moves in the day after Christmas) asked if we wanted martinis in the driveway. OF COURSE WE DID…and where have these wonderful men with martinis been all of my life?! So we had martinis. And that was it. After that we hung out in their backyard for the remainder of our lease.
And even though Chad and I have been through two moves (and said neighbors keep threatening to move) we all just know that no backyard (or family room, or living room, or whatever) is too far away.
Those two wonderful men are Trad and Michael. And it just so happens to be Trad’s birthday.
Trad, I can’t tell you how lucky I feel to have met you. I’m so happy that we ended up neighbors, and more importantly that we all became friends. You are truly one of the coolest people I have ever met and I hope you have the most wonderful birthday.
We all love you very much.
And to prove it, I made a Trad birthday video (don’t judge it’s crappy-ness though…I am still learning this new program….by your next birthday the quality of videos will be much improved – I promise).
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
4:45am - Carter wakes up. His molars hurt. I rock him, binky him, rock him more and give him some baby meds
5:45am - back in bed
6am – kitty wants to know what all of the movement is about. It HAS to mean I want to pet him right? He jumps in the bed and starts purring and walking in circles around my head
7am – Chad’s up and getting ready for work
7:15am – kitty gets trapped in the bedroom with me and then wants out…so he’s batting at the closed door non-stop
7:30am – Carter’s up and wants me to come get him. I know this because he’s crying and yelling “MAMA” loudly (and unhappily)
7:45am – I go downstairs to find out that kitty has had a party last night pushing everything off counters (including the freshly cut and dried chives).
8am – Carter gets into the non-baby proofed pantry cabinet (we ran out of the magnets). He pulls out the nutrigrain bars, opens the box, rips it to shreds, opens two nutrigrain bar wrappers, sits on one (leaving nutrigrain stuck in interesting places), and smashes the next into the kitchen floor.
8:01am – Why the heck isn’t my coffee done brewing yet?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I was sort of the arty, not-stand-out but not-fade-into-the-background type that did my own thing and was happy doing it. I don’t think I actually came into my own (as some people say) until the end of (or just after) college. I just sort of floated along doing my artsy thing and leaving people alone.
But one thing was always for sure, I wore converse.
On a side note: I am not trying to make Carter look gansta' here...nor is he wearing boy capris...these shorts are just a little too big on him...and tend to sag.
On another side note: yes, he has figured out our child-proofing. He's really living up to this nickname (Ninja Monkey) by breaking through the baby-proofing in the new house already.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
And I have to add that there was a giant inflatable cow at the entrance to the fair as well (and by 'giant' I mean like almost two stories tall). And I had to stop Chad from sitting under it (I could have had a romulus and remus-ish photo). AND there was a fake cow with rubber fake udders that people could milk. There are no words to describe how weird I find this.
2.) There are animals at fairs.
Here is Bryce showing Carter chicks
Grandma showing Carter bunnies
And some other random animals standing/laying in their feces
3.) There is beer at fairs. Of which I don't actually have pictures of...i just thought I should point that out.
4.) Fair rides. Carter went on the Merry-go-round for the first time.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
This is so funny I had to read it twice just to justify how hard I laughed the first time. I wish I could track this person down (not the one representing the home owners association) and have he or she ghost write on this blog.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I will update with new pictures as I update the room.
I don’t know how to explain the phenomenon better than that. Sorry.
Plus … a sign that says “danger” just seems like an appropriate way to open my blog post about Canada. If the guy climbing the fence on this sign looked more drunk and stumbley … it would have been even more appropriate.
I think at one point Vanessa calculated that Chad drank more than a case of beer (himself) on Saturday. That’s my hubby.
And not to worry - we went back to the Greek-owned Mexican restuarnt for Dave's free birthday shot.
And then we put on hats and acted like crazy (read: drunk) tourist. I feel that this is a necessary part of travel.
Maybe this should become an annual trip....???