And our fierce Pirate....
Our littlest trick or treater is sleeping, so no picture. Sorry. :)
Happy Halloween!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Happy Halloween!
From our little Monkey....
And our fierce Pirate....
Our littlest trick or treater is sleeping, so no picture. Sorry. :)
Happy Halloween!
And our fierce Pirate....
Our littlest trick or treater is sleeping, so no picture. Sorry. :)
Happy Halloween!
On the Loose
Yesterday the boys had a lot of fun catching lizards in the back yard. I think with the temperature cooling that they're a little slower so the boys caught about 4 of them.
I gave them a jar to put one in and they kept it in there for awhile. By the time I remembered the lizard, it was dark out and I didn't want to put it outside because I was afraid it was too cold for it to find a warm place to hide and that it would die, so I left the jar on the counter and planned on letting it go this morning. Plus I wanted to get out my macro lens and try to take a few pictures of it....
Last night 3 am....AJ is at my side of the bed...in my sleep stupor I could make out something about the lizard, and couldn't find it, and where is it, yada yada yada....
I shook myself awake and got out of bed to follow him to whatever this distressing deal was that he felt the need to wake me at 3 am for.
He leads me to Tyler's bedroom, where the lizard jar is on the floor, open and the lizard is no where to be found.
He points to the closet.
"My lizard is GONE!" he says.
Awesome.
Hopefully I'll find it today.
To be continued.....
I gave them a jar to put one in and they kept it in there for awhile. By the time I remembered the lizard, it was dark out and I didn't want to put it outside because I was afraid it was too cold for it to find a warm place to hide and that it would die, so I left the jar on the counter and planned on letting it go this morning. Plus I wanted to get out my macro lens and try to take a few pictures of it....
Last night 3 am....AJ is at my side of the bed...in my sleep stupor I could make out something about the lizard, and couldn't find it, and where is it, yada yada yada....
I shook myself awake and got out of bed to follow him to whatever this distressing deal was that he felt the need to wake me at 3 am for.
He leads me to Tyler's bedroom, where the lizard jar is on the floor, open and the lizard is no where to be found.
He points to the closet.
"My lizard is GONE!" he says.
Awesome.
Hopefully I'll find it today.
To be continued.....
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Happiness Is....
A warm sleepy baby.
Whose skin smells like powder and downy soft hair that smells like lavender shampoo.
In snugly footie pajamas.
Napping on a cool Fall morning.....
Whose skin smells like powder and downy soft hair that smells like lavender shampoo.
In snugly footie pajamas.
Napping on a cool Fall morning.....
A New Tradition
Last night when Steve got home from basketball practice,we carved pumpkins. Well....Steve and i had actually already carved pumpkins at a Halloween party on Saturday night, but the boys carved their pumpkins.
Here's our little pumpkin family:
We let the boys stay up past their bedtime and we all snuggled in on the couch with a bunch of blankets and watched It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!
I think we've got a new tradition in the works....
Here's our little pumpkin family:
This is Steve's self-titled "Bells Palsy Pumpkin". He said this is for all of you who are asking to see a picture of him with Bells Palsy. You get the idea.....
Here's mine. Nothing spectacular.
This is Owen's. Yes, it has TWO faces. I suggested to Owen that we turn it on it's side and use the stem as a nose and carve the face that way. He thought it was a great idea. After we gutted it, he drew me a picture of how he wanted me to carve the eyes, nose and mouth. I told him - "it already has a nose, remember? The stem."
I thought he'd get it when we carved it. He helped me carve the eyes ("scary eyes please!") and the mouth ("A SCARY mouth!!") but then when I popped the top back on and turned it toward him to admire, he jutted out his bottom lip and dropped his head with a sigh.
"What?" What is it?
*sigh*
"MAMA. THIS (grabbing the stem) is the HANDLE. Not the nose"
"I'm sorry" I implored. I thought you wanted it that way"
He crosses his arms and sits down with a humph.
"I so angry"
So we whipped that bugger around and carved another face.
Voila! Owen is a happy camper.
I thought he'd get it when we carved it. He helped me carve the eyes ("scary eyes please!") and the mouth ("A SCARY mouth!!") but then when I popped the top back on and turned it toward him to admire, he jutted out his bottom lip and dropped his head with a sigh.
"What?" What is it?
*sigh*
"MAMA. THIS (grabbing the stem) is the HANDLE. Not the nose"
"I'm sorry" I implored. I thought you wanted it that way"
He crosses his arms and sits down with a humph.
"I so angry"
So we whipped that bugger around and carved another face.
Voila! Owen is a happy camper.
AJ's pumpkin was the easiest to carve because it was the smallest(thinnest skin), so he got to do a lot of the carving.
And then we stoked up a blazing fire in the fireplace turned on the stove and roasted some "smarshmellows" to make S'Mores.
We let the boys stay up past their bedtime and we all snuggled in on the couch with a bunch of blankets and watched It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!
I think we've got a new tradition in the works....
Monday, October 29, 2007
A Day Out With Thomas
Yesterday we surprised the boys and took them to Day Out With Thomas....which is like crack for little boys. There's an actual full-size Thomas the Tank engine, that pulls about 5 passenger cars. After you break out the chain saw and remove your arm and leg you can take your kids for a ride.
The boys were SOOooooo excited, and I thought Owen's head might explode when he saw the actual Thomas the Tank Engine. He was screaming, "HI THOMAS!! WE'RE COMIN'! WE'RE COMIN' TO RIDE YOU!"
When it was our turn to have picture with Thomas, Owen didn't want to get down. He said, "I gotta give Thomas a kiss"
Well, he couldn't get close enough to give him a kiss, but he DID get to enter the merchandise tent....or the "break-out-your-wallets-and-just-open-it-up-for-us-to-empty" tent. It was a Mecca of Thomas the Tank Engine Merchandise.
Seriously though, we had a GREAT time with the kids.....It's so fun to enjoy life through your children's first experiences. Here's some pictures from our day.
The boys were SOOooooo excited, and I thought Owen's head might explode when he saw the actual Thomas the Tank Engine. He was screaming, "HI THOMAS!! WE'RE COMIN'! WE'RE COMIN' TO RIDE YOU!"
When it was our turn to have picture with Thomas, Owen didn't want to get down. He said, "I gotta give Thomas a kiss"
Well, he couldn't get close enough to give him a kiss, but he DID get to enter the merchandise tent....or the "break-out-your-wallets-and-just-open-it-up-for-us-to-empty" tent. It was a Mecca of Thomas the Tank Engine Merchandise.
Seriously though, we had a GREAT time with the kids.....It's so fun to enjoy life through your children's first experiences. Here's some pictures from our day.
They had an entire tent set up with various train tables. I had to leave Steve here with the boys while I left for about 20 minutes to nurse Tyler. He said it was like a page out of Dante's Inferno...about 50 little boys, all of them trying to play at about 10 train tables. And since all those OTHER little boys weren't very good at sharing or playing nice, well.....it got old after about 1.7 minutes.
Legos AND trains?? It's little boy heaven.
They had inflatable get-your-own-concussion jumpy-things:
And putt-putt golf.
I had to grab AJ's "goff cwub" driver before he hauled out and hit that ball like he was teeing off the first hole of the Master's.
"Just a little tap" I said.
OH, RIGHT.
How boring.
I had to grab AJ's "goff cwub" driver before he hauled out and hit that ball like he was teeing off the first hole of the Master's.
"Just a little tap" I said.
OH, RIGHT.
How boring.
Owen was all about using the one-handed method.
A little cotton candy....
A train tattoo on the face...
Tyler and me on the train...
The creepy conductor guy.....he volunteered to pose for a picture with the boys.
Sir Topam Hatt with A.J.
Owen wouldn't have anything to do with him.
Owen wouldn't have anything to do with him.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Tylerina
Today, while I was out and about, I had THREE people mistake Tyler for a girl.
Note to self: Tyler looks like a girl in white. Do not dress baby in white until he becomes less androgynous.
Note to self: Tyler looks like a girl in white. Do not dress baby in white until he becomes less androgynous.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
What? Recall? Imagine that!
Well, now that about 98% of all the toys in our house have been recalled due to their apparent ability to maime, poison, or kill our children, I get notice today (thanks Sean!) that the Bumbo has been recalled.
Apparently, there have been 28 reports of children with head injuries and/or skull fractures from falling out of the Bumbo when left unattended on a high surface. While leaving your small infant alone in a top-heavy seating device ranks right up there with plopping your kids on the living room floor with a pile of matches, cleaning supplies, and porn to entertain themselves in the Stupid Parent Awards, I would feel remiss if I didn't warn you about the Bumbo recall, after my glowing endorsement of it here just a few weeks ago.
However, don't be too alarmed by the word "recall". NO Bumbo seats are actually being RECALLED...if you're like me and define the word "recall" as THIS-HORRIBLE-DEVICE-WILL-HURT-YOUR-CHILD! SEND-IT-BACK-TO-US-IMMEDIATELY-FOR-A-FULL-REFUND AND OTHER GIFTS OF HIGH MONETARY VALUE TO APPEASE YOU AS OUR CUSTOMER.
No, no dear readers....Recall HERE, in the land of Bumbo manufacturers simply means, Give us a call idiots, and we'll send you a sticker to put on your Bumbo, along with *gasp* NEW directions that tells those of you with very few brain cells that, Hey! Guess what?? Only an idiot would leave their BABY all alone on a high surface so here's a sticker to remind you NOT to. Morons.
And this way you can't sue us for your apparent lack of thinking skills.
Recall Info
Apparently, there have been 28 reports of children with head injuries and/or skull fractures from falling out of the Bumbo when left unattended on a high surface. While leaving your small infant alone in a top-heavy seating device ranks right up there with plopping your kids on the living room floor with a pile of matches, cleaning supplies, and porn to entertain themselves in the Stupid Parent Awards, I would feel remiss if I didn't warn you about the Bumbo recall, after my glowing endorsement of it here just a few weeks ago.
However, don't be too alarmed by the word "recall". NO Bumbo seats are actually being RECALLED...if you're like me and define the word "recall" as THIS-HORRIBLE-DEVICE-WILL-HURT-YOUR-CHILD! SEND-IT-BACK-TO-US-IMMEDIATELY-FOR-A-FULL-REFUND AND OTHER GIFTS OF HIGH MONETARY VALUE TO APPEASE YOU AS OUR CUSTOMER.
No, no dear readers....Recall HERE, in the land of Bumbo manufacturers simply means, Give us a call idiots, and we'll send you a sticker to put on your Bumbo, along with *gasp* NEW directions that tells those of you with very few brain cells that, Hey! Guess what?? Only an idiot would leave their BABY all alone on a high surface so here's a sticker to remind you NOT to. Morons.
And this way you can't sue us for your apparent lack of thinking skills.
Recall Info
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Your Thoughts?
Read this quote today on someone else's blog:
"If you want genuine and authentic community, I think you have to neglect the pursuit of success. If you want success, you have to neglect authenticity. It’s form or substance. Choose one.'
He was talking in relation to church bodies....can you have a true community and still be hosting other stuff to boost attendance or increase your standing in the public eye (Sport Outreach programs, "Harvest" Outreaches, etc.). Some would say those activities are for outreach purposes....are they? Do you think it's possible to have that be the main objective or is there always an ulterior motive (i.e. increasing attendance, tithes, looking good, being the "better church", etc.)?? Is it "enough" for the church to be a community in itself that takes care of its members and "reaches out" by serving others in the community (without a horse and pony show to draw attention to it)??
Your thoughts?
I know, I know....deeper than I normally delve.....but I thought I'd throw it out there and hope for maybe 2 responses. :)
"If you want genuine and authentic community, I think you have to neglect the pursuit of success. If you want success, you have to neglect authenticity. It’s form or substance. Choose one.'
He was talking in relation to church bodies....can you have a true community and still be hosting other stuff to boost attendance or increase your standing in the public eye (Sport Outreach programs, "Harvest" Outreaches, etc.). Some would say those activities are for outreach purposes....are they? Do you think it's possible to have that be the main objective or is there always an ulterior motive (i.e. increasing attendance, tithes, looking good, being the "better church", etc.)?? Is it "enough" for the church to be a community in itself that takes care of its members and "reaches out" by serving others in the community (without a horse and pony show to draw attention to it)??
Your thoughts?
I know, I know....deeper than I normally delve.....but I thought I'd throw it out there and hope for maybe 2 responses. :)
Model? Maybe!
I just remembered that the GAP Kids open casting call deadline is up today! So of course, believing (as every mother does) that I have some of the cutest children on the planet, I submitted a photo of each of my boys.....
We're up against about half a million other adorable kids, but you never know!
You've got about 9 hours left to submit photos of your kid!
Go HERE if you wanna give it a go! You never know if your kid might be America's Next Top (Baby GAP) Model! :) lol
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Halloween
This Saturday we're going to an (adult) Halloween party. I haven't dressed up for Halloween in FOREVER, so I'm feeling a little indecisive (and like a major procrastinator). Neither of us have any ideas, so I thought I'd throw it out there....Got any ideas for us?? We're not opposed to doing a "couple" costume(s), but we couldn't come up with anything good....
I don't want to spend a bunch of $$ on a costume that I'll only wear once, but I want to wear something...because, well, it's just more fun that way.
Any ideas???
What are you doing for Halloween?
I don't want to spend a bunch of $$ on a costume that I'll only wear once, but I want to wear something...because, well, it's just more fun that way.
Any ideas???
What are you doing for Halloween?
Monday, October 22, 2007
Autumnal Dream
Last night
I dreamed
that you placed in my hands
Leaves.
Crisp.
Wet.
Gorgeous Leaves.
All of them Bright Red.
And they smelled so good.
Like Autumn.
Like football and apple cider and cool air and cold wind.
Like Michigan in October.
And they felt so crisp and so delicate.
Papery thin and slick with dew.
And I brought them to my face and drank them in.
Filled my nostrils with their crisp Fall smell.
Felt the crunch of them in my hand.
And when I woke up this morning
My hands were empty
And the only thing that remained
Was my memories of Autumn's cool breath.
And it made me miss home.
*sigh*
I dreamed
that you placed in my hands
Leaves.
Crisp.
Wet.
Gorgeous Leaves.
All of them Bright Red.
And they smelled so good.
Like Autumn.
Like football and apple cider and cool air and cold wind.
Like Michigan in October.
And they felt so crisp and so delicate.
Papery thin and slick with dew.
And I brought them to my face and drank them in.
Filled my nostrils with their crisp Fall smell.
Felt the crunch of them in my hand.
And when I woke up this morning
My hands were empty
And the only thing that remained
Was my memories of Autumn's cool breath.
And it made me miss home.
*sigh*
Sunday, October 21, 2007
FYI: Phone's Out
FYI to anyone who calls our home phone on a regular basis.....we're switching phone providers so our home phone is out for a few days....Hopefully we'll retain our old number, but we'll let you know when we're back in business on a land line.
Until then, you can call our cell phones.....
Until then, you can call our cell phones.....
A Side of Palsy, If You Please
So...yesterday Steve was laying on the couch after he got up in the morning, and he says to me:
"I'm a little worried"
"Yeah? 'Bout what?" I said. I waited for him to say "Money" because that's mostly what I worry about these days and living at poverty level is starting to get old and plague our thoughts a lot these days. I digress....
To my surprise, he didn't lament our financial status, but instead he informed me that on Friday he had started feeling "weird"....he had a persistant headache for 3 days, and yesterday when he tried to eat a hamburger at the football game, he had to concentrate on opening his lips wide enough to eat it...and he slurped soda on himself when he tried to drink through a straw.
"Okaaaayyyyyyy" I said....not sure what to think.
"AND..." he says, "i can't whistle anymore".
"whaddya mean, you can't whistle anymore??"
So he proceeds to purse his lips together and whistle and nothing but a poof of air and spit comes out of his mouth. He had got up to take Cooper out and tried to call him back with a whistle and couldn't do it.
"AND", he said..."when i was eating my cereal for breakfast this morning, it dribbled out the right side of my mouth because I couldn't keep it in there".
Now, what you need to know about me is that when it comes to medical issues, I always assume the worse and then I'm not as devastated when it actually happens, OR I'm relieved when that's not it at all.
So at this point in our conversation, of course I come to the horrific realization that my beloved spouse has a gnarly and highly aggressive brain tumor and he will no doubt be dead in approximately 2. 5 days. I shake my thoughts away from Victor, my horribly mean and grungy boss at the bar where I will have to work until 2 am for minimum wage and crappy tips to support the kids after Steve has left us and take a deep breath and say,
"Ok. We'll make you an appointment with the doctor. It's probably just stress-related and not a big deal"
But over the next 20 minutes, my fears get the best of me as I notice that the entire right side of Steve-o's face is practically paralyzed.
His right eye doesn't blink when his left one does. His mouth is drooping on the left side. Only the left side of his face lifts up when he smiles.
So I call the doctor and find out what we should do.
And of course, since it's Saturday he says to go to the hospital.
"Can't you call ahead for us or something?"
"No"
Bastard.
So we call the O'Connors, and drop off the boys and head over to the hospital to sit and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And while we were waiting, Tyler puked all over my shirt, prompting the mentally disabled girl sitting across from me to burst out in hysterical laughter and point at me. No lie.
*sigh*
And Steve is sick with anxiety, and standing outside for fresh air, while I'm thinking of what I'll do for a day job to support the kids. Writer? Zookeeper? Janitor? *gasp* Walmart employee?
Steve comes back in and sits beside me. I chew my lip in worry. Please, don't be dying baby...I don't want to be a Walmart greeter and work at a place where it's ok to come with holes in your shirt and minus 8 teeth.
The highly un-friendly nurse comes out.
"steve......No-wock? No-wuck?"
He goes back. Without me. Because apparently bringing a baby into a hospital ER is an unspeakable sin and the amount of germs in the back would surely knock him senseless with Small Pox in 2.5 seconds flat.
Not 15 minutes later he comes back.
Diagnosis? Bells Palsy.
You can read what exactly it is HERE.
So, we're on our way to Walgreens to drop off his 3 prescriptions and he's holding his eye shut because it doesn't blink on its own and it easily dries out.
"Want me to buy you one of those eye patches when I go in Walgreens?" I ask with a snort. "Arrr, matey! I's be Steve Nowack Palsy! Evil pirate of Albany!"
He turns to me with a glare (and one hand over his eye) and growls, "NO"
"When we get home, can I take some pictures of you?" I ask.
"No! What for?"
"The blog, of course" I reply sweetly.
"No. You may not take pictures of my paralyzed face for the enjoyment of your blog readers" he said back.
I giggle.
"It's NOT funny" he pouts.
"It's a little funny" I retort.
"yeah. I guess it IS a little funny."
"But you're still not taking pictures for the blog"
So....i apologize dear readers. Only those of us who know and love steve-o well get to experience the short-lived effects of his Bells Palsy. So I've tried to simulate the visual picture with a little drawing for you, that I've posted below. Enjoy.
"I'm a little worried"
"Yeah? 'Bout what?" I said. I waited for him to say "Money" because that's mostly what I worry about these days and living at poverty level is starting to get old and plague our thoughts a lot these days. I digress....
To my surprise, he didn't lament our financial status, but instead he informed me that on Friday he had started feeling "weird"....he had a persistant headache for 3 days, and yesterday when he tried to eat a hamburger at the football game, he had to concentrate on opening his lips wide enough to eat it...and he slurped soda on himself when he tried to drink through a straw.
"Okaaaayyyyyyy" I said....not sure what to think.
"AND..." he says, "i can't whistle anymore".
"whaddya mean, you can't whistle anymore??"
So he proceeds to purse his lips together and whistle and nothing but a poof of air and spit comes out of his mouth. He had got up to take Cooper out and tried to call him back with a whistle and couldn't do it.
"AND", he said..."when i was eating my cereal for breakfast this morning, it dribbled out the right side of my mouth because I couldn't keep it in there".
Now, what you need to know about me is that when it comes to medical issues, I always assume the worse and then I'm not as devastated when it actually happens, OR I'm relieved when that's not it at all.
So at this point in our conversation, of course I come to the horrific realization that my beloved spouse has a gnarly and highly aggressive brain tumor and he will no doubt be dead in approximately 2. 5 days. I shake my thoughts away from Victor, my horribly mean and grungy boss at the bar where I will have to work until 2 am for minimum wage and crappy tips to support the kids after Steve has left us and take a deep breath and say,
"Ok. We'll make you an appointment with the doctor. It's probably just stress-related and not a big deal"
But over the next 20 minutes, my fears get the best of me as I notice that the entire right side of Steve-o's face is practically paralyzed.
His right eye doesn't blink when his left one does. His mouth is drooping on the left side. Only the left side of his face lifts up when he smiles.
So I call the doctor and find out what we should do.
And of course, since it's Saturday he says to go to the hospital.
"Can't you call ahead for us or something?"
"No"
Bastard.
So we call the O'Connors, and drop off the boys and head over to the hospital to sit and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And while we were waiting, Tyler puked all over my shirt, prompting the mentally disabled girl sitting across from me to burst out in hysterical laughter and point at me. No lie.
*sigh*
And Steve is sick with anxiety, and standing outside for fresh air, while I'm thinking of what I'll do for a day job to support the kids. Writer? Zookeeper? Janitor? *gasp* Walmart employee?
Steve comes back in and sits beside me. I chew my lip in worry. Please, don't be dying baby...I don't want to be a Walmart greeter and work at a place where it's ok to come with holes in your shirt and minus 8 teeth.
The highly un-friendly nurse comes out.
"steve......No-wock? No-wuck?"
He goes back. Without me. Because apparently bringing a baby into a hospital ER is an unspeakable sin and the amount of germs in the back would surely knock him senseless with Small Pox in 2.5 seconds flat.
Not 15 minutes later he comes back.
Diagnosis? Bells Palsy.
You can read what exactly it is HERE.
So, we're on our way to Walgreens to drop off his 3 prescriptions and he's holding his eye shut because it doesn't blink on its own and it easily dries out.
"Want me to buy you one of those eye patches when I go in Walgreens?" I ask with a snort. "Arrr, matey! I's be Steve Nowack Palsy! Evil pirate of Albany!"
He turns to me with a glare (and one hand over his eye) and growls, "NO"
"When we get home, can I take some pictures of you?" I ask.
"No! What for?"
"The blog, of course" I reply sweetly.
"No. You may not take pictures of my paralyzed face for the enjoyment of your blog readers" he said back.
I giggle.
"It's NOT funny" he pouts.
"It's a little funny" I retort.
"yeah. I guess it IS a little funny."
"But you're still not taking pictures for the blog"
So....i apologize dear readers. Only those of us who know and love steve-o well get to experience the short-lived effects of his Bells Palsy. So I've tried to simulate the visual picture with a little drawing for you, that I've posted below. Enjoy.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Loopy
ok, Ness posted this on her blog, and it threw me for such a loop I thought I'd post it over here for you guys to check out:
Is the dancer turning clockwise, or counterclockwise?
If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.
Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.
LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe
RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses feeling
"big picture" oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can "get it" (i.e. meaning)
believes
appreciates
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
impetuous
risk taking
I saw her turning clockwise, and I stared at her for a good 4 or 5 minutes and couldn't make her change. THEN.....I focused on the shadow underneath her and started doing math in my head. 2+2=4, 4+4=8, 8+8=16, etc. and then she changed direction! So I then I looked back at her shadow and started to picture pieces of art: Crucifixion by Salvador Dali, Virgin of the Rocks by DaVinci, Mattisse's Creole Dancers, etc and she turned back the other way.
Incredible the way that the brain functions!
Is the dancer turning clockwise, or counterclockwise?
If clockwise, then you use more of the right side of the brain and vice versa.
Most of us would see the dancer turning anti-clockwise though you can try to focus and change the direction; see if you can do it.
LEFT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses logic
detail oriented
facts rule
words and language
present and past
math and science
can comprehend
knowing
acknowledges
order/pattern perception
knows object name
reality based
forms strategies
practical
safe
RIGHT BRAIN FUNCTIONS
uses feeling
"big picture" oriented
imagination rules
symbols and images
present and future
philosophy & religion
can "get it" (i.e. meaning)
believes
appreciates
spatial perception
knows object function
fantasy based
presents possibilities
impetuous
risk taking
I saw her turning clockwise, and I stared at her for a good 4 or 5 minutes and couldn't make her change. THEN.....I focused on the shadow underneath her and started doing math in my head. 2+2=4, 4+4=8, 8+8=16, etc. and then she changed direction! So I then I looked back at her shadow and started to picture pieces of art: Crucifixion by Salvador Dali, Virgin of the Rocks by DaVinci, Mattisse's Creole Dancers, etc and she turned back the other way.
Incredible the way that the brain functions!
Mooo
I'm not a huge comparison-price shopper. I figure my brain is too full of other things to remember how much cheerios cost at Publix, and whether or not cheese is on sale at The Pig.
If we need fruit, I buy fruit at the store. If we need salad dressing, i buy it. I don't pay much attention to the 20 or 30 cent difference in prices from store to store.
That said....I can't help but notice the drastic price of MILK around here lately.
Could anybody out there tell me why milk is so freaking expensive in southwest Georgia right now??
Yesterday I paid $4.55 for ONE Gallon.
What the heck???
How much is milk where you are??
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
The Tennis Lesson
Steve's sister-in-law is a kick-arse tennis pro and over the weekend she bought each of our boys their own little kiddie tennis rackets and took them out for a tennis lesson. Jen is an excellent teacher and AJ had a great time and (no surprise) did a great job. Here's some snaps from the tennis lesson.....(click any to enlarge...or copy onto your hard drive, family):
Jen shows AJ the basics, and surprisingly, he listened intently and did everything she said...
Sticking your tongue out helps you perform better.....just ask Michael Jordan.
Keep your eye on the ball....
Where's Owen in all this, you ask??
Well, at the beginning of the lesson, AJ beaned him in the nose with a tennis ball, which made him bleed, which freaked him out, so.....he wasn't having any part of any stinking tennis lesson.
But AJ is cutt'n it up on the court....
Here's Sloan. She's watching. She's waiting her turn. She's probably thinking, "MY mom is the tennis pro....tennis is in my BLOOD. Stand back, 'cuz....i'm gonna kick your butt"
For little girls, it's all about the cute tennis skirt....and it MUST be pink.
I told you it was in her blood. This girl's intense. Watch out. And then click the picture to enlarge and get the full effect...
Better refine some of the finer details....
Now she's got it....watch out Venus Williams.
Ok. So what if Venus & Serena Williams are the only female tennis name i know?? Do they even play anymore? I have no idea....
Oh wait! Actually there's Anna Kornikova (how you spell it, i have no idea)....Sloan resembles her more than Venus or Serena.
AJ's not impressed. He's ready for more....
Let's try the backhand, shall we??
Now he's got it....
A pro in the making.....
Thanks for the lesson, Aunt Jen!
Jen shows AJ the basics, and surprisingly, he listened intently and did everything she said...
Sticking your tongue out helps you perform better.....just ask Michael Jordan.
Keep your eye on the ball....
Where's Owen in all this, you ask??
Well, at the beginning of the lesson, AJ beaned him in the nose with a tennis ball, which made him bleed, which freaked him out, so.....he wasn't having any part of any stinking tennis lesson.
But AJ is cutt'n it up on the court....
Here's Sloan. She's watching. She's waiting her turn. She's probably thinking, "MY mom is the tennis pro....tennis is in my BLOOD. Stand back, 'cuz....i'm gonna kick your butt"
For little girls, it's all about the cute tennis skirt....and it MUST be pink.
I told you it was in her blood. This girl's intense. Watch out. And then click the picture to enlarge and get the full effect...
Better refine some of the finer details....
Now she's got it....watch out Venus Williams.
Ok. So what if Venus & Serena Williams are the only female tennis name i know?? Do they even play anymore? I have no idea....
Oh wait! Actually there's Anna Kornikova (how you spell it, i have no idea)....Sloan resembles her more than Venus or Serena.
AJ's not impressed. He's ready for more....
Let's try the backhand, shall we??
Now he's got it....
A pro in the making.....
Thanks for the lesson, Aunt Jen!
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