Sunday, September 28, 2008

Pepe

There are lots of things that I love that I don't think about every day. Today I was reminded of one of them and laughed out loud as Miss Thing said "Let me see too Mommy" and was promptly educated on one of her mother's idiosyncrasies. My confession...I love the muppet show. I remember loving it as a girl but as an adult I love it even more. The subversive humor that was lost on me then is not now. I remember watching them and thinking the muppets were funny. Boy was I right, I just didn't know why.

Today when browsing through my reader I found this from Jen over at Cakewrecks I smiled and enjoyed the pictures and then I realized that my favorite character wasn't there...Poor Pepe the King Prawn had been left out. Don't get me wrong the swedish chef and beeker are hilarious, but Pepe just kills me each and every time. And if you didn't know you can convert your google page into the chef's language of bork bork bork check it out

I found my way over to Youtube and found a Pepe tribute that made me smile...and what do you know Miss Thing thought it was funny too.

"You tell him and I will smack you! I will smack you like a bad, bad donkey! okeh?"

Enjoy my friends

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Rocka Rocka

Two years ago I watched my sister amaze me with her zen focus as she prepared for new life to emerge. So it didn't go down exactly as planned but sweet baby Bean arrived and has been running us ragged ever since. She is smart, vibrant and funny with her beautiful gold curls that have a life of their own. Happy birthday Bean. I loved you from the moment I saw you and it has only gone downhill from there. And Yes my dear you may have your rocka-my-dial (crocodile)


Baby Bean


Bean rockin the shades poolside

























ewww octopus stew



The Lovely Bean

How to catch a baseball

Step 1 - Stick your glove out there
Step 2 - Hope your Dad has good aim
Step 3 - Close your eyes and pray

New Life

Talia you are a gift to your family and I am so glad to be a part of your life.
Welcome sweet girl.

Mom & Dad Thank you for your amazing friendship and for letting me be there to share this day with you.





"Borders? I have never seen one, but I heard they exist in the minds of most people." Thor Heyerdahl

The Eggmen at the Nutt

Last night I felt like doing something fun. Betty and i went to Austin360.com and found nothing. I started thinking about The Broken Spoke...Way too country. Not sure that Betty is ready for that kind of culture shock. The Backyard and then it hit me... The Nutt. Haven't been there in a while. The Eggmen were playing last night and it sounded like fun. Off we went. Mom and Dad joined us and the food was great. The music was awesome and a good time was had by all. Yeah Eggmen. Thanks for making our Friday night so much fun.



Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The death of the family costume?

I love Halloween. I think I just like having a chance to dress up and play in public for a day, but regardless of the motivation I love Halloween. I was soooo excited when Super Son was born that we could do what I had always failed miserably at before. Group costumes. I have a family ~ I can dress them all up with a theme. The more members the more challening the proposition, but what fun it will be. For those of you not present to witness the fun here is a little walk down memory lane. First there was the Flinstone family. Yes I know that Fred and Wilma had pebbles, but I was not putting a bone hair bow on my son. We adopted Bam Bam for the night and boy did he love whacking things with the squeaky club. Orange hairspray and giant pearls...it just doesn't get much better. I sewed the costumes myself (and Hero husband only had to fix one of them once)


That is until your precious son discovers his love of Buzz and Woody. I can't blame him, what an awesome movie. I hand painted his wings and boots thank you very much. The inflatable ones (wings) just weren't working for me. He was jumping off of the furniture for weeks.



Then came Miss Thing. I wondered if I would regret not dressing her up as something froofy for her first Halloween (she was less than a month old then) but Super Son had at this point discovered The Incredibles. His baby Jack Jack doll had endured the diaper practice of preparing for baby sister's arrival so why not let her do the real thing. They were so cute. I was still recovering from her birth (oy vey) and Eddie didn't enforce my family costume rule so rigorously. I got to go as Lois Lane to his superman. Lord that Helen Parr / Mrs. Incredible spandex costume would have been a mean thing to do to me then. And yes, I hand painted Miss Thing's costume onto a baby sweatsuit. I told you I love Halloween.


Then came the year of Superman. This time it was Super Son. He had been obsessed with Krypto the superdog and of course when Miss Thing heard the Supergirl suggestion she was in. Hero Husband and I had done it last year so we opted for Shrek & Fiona, but don't think I didn't try to convince the kids to go as Donkey & Puss-in-boots.


Last year Super Son was a complete space nut. Miss Thing didn't care too much and was getting her fairy princess dressup fix from the dress up box at home so when Super Son suggested that they be Astronauts she was game and in true Miss Thing fashion wanted to do what Super Son was doing. I couldn't figure anything to go with Astronauts so Hero Husband and I were mission controllers. Vintage dress, headset and pocket protector filled out the ensemble and we rocked the party. Hero Husband and I even had nametags for Mr. & Mrs. Gorsky Don't let the look on Super Son's face trick you he just hated standing still for the photo.


So this year the search has begun. I have some awesome ideas...

Peter Pan, Hook, Wendy, Tinkerbell, Lost Boys, Crocodile, ticking alarm clock...

Alice in Wonderland, Mad Hatter, Queen of Hearts, Rabbit...

and my personal favorite The Wizard of Oz...Dorothy, Toto, Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, Glenda, The Wicked Witch of the West...

I could start sewing right now except that every time I raise the issue I hear (whining) WallE, Diego, Star Wars. Star Wars, seriously, they haven't even seen Star Wars. Diego. Come on please cut me some slack. We watch Go Diego Go EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK. I am not exaggerating here. Every Day...and I am throwing a Diego Animal Rescue Adventure birthday party for Miss Thing where the kids actually go rescuing for their own (stuffed) animal! Must I dress up like Diego's mother too?

Let me be Glenda, heck I would even take Auntie Em at this point! But I feel like the WWotW because I am the mom and I am not letting them pick their "own costumes". Even though I am giving choices that have some mass appeal to both boys and girls (fairies & pirates anyone) and letting them choose who within the group they want to be. They continue to cross their eyes at me and moan about how the catalog has so many other things to choose from.

Am I horrible for wanting to do a family costume? Am I taking this holiday I treasure away from my kids? I was prepared to start this post and say forget it I will let them choose, but I have hopped back over the fence again. This is minor in the big picture, but I make your meals, pick you up, drive you anywhere you need to go, wash your clothes, your butts, your faces...I just want to dress up as a family. Please...

*disclaimer* Hero Husband was never officially excited about the donning of any of these costumes (except maybe superman) He does it only for love of me and his "Man Card" should under no circumstances be confiscated as a result of what he does for love of me and Halloween fun.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Family Field Trip

Every time we take a trip on Mopac that reaches further than 2222 Super Son gets the chance to marvel at Camp Mabry. Someone must have had him in mind when they placed airplanes and helicopters on display so close to the highway. Betty told me about free museum day in Austin so we decided to go visit the Camp Mabry Military Museum. It was much larger than I expected and full of interesting photos, equipment and vehicles. Super Son was beyond excited and both he and Miss Thing enjoyed dressing up in a soldier's real gear and climbing into the cockpit of an airplane. Overall the morning was a hit. We ended it with a trip to Which Wich (awesome by the way) and home for a nap. The Blanton or the Children's museum is on the agenda for the afternoon if everyone wakes up in a good mood that is...

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Remembering

My belly round and warm with life growing I dressed for work. Running late again I relished my state of being and some stolen moments with my dearest. Television mumbled along in the background the change in programming reminding me that I was growing ever later

and in a moment it all changed

I watched as lives hurled through over and under shattering all manner of understanding
I sat down
I wept.
His words so clear in my ear. You know I am leaving.
The pain searing as I acknowledged.
The embrace tighter than ever before as the call came and the journey snaked on.
Planes
politicians
busses
convention centers
the statue of liberty looming.
The calls came in waves from him from everyone~if you need anything please call
He only shared his fear after the wounds began to slowly knit themselves back together. At the precipice he chose not to fear for fear changes everything and helps no one.
This could never be made right.
Joy at his safe return
anger over the disease to follow
acceptance that regardless he would do it again and again and again

Babies are born with no fathers
I weep
343
my own is born and life continues ~ altered
slightly askew
never the same
for reasons red and raw that bleed when you touch them
The reminder sits in my hall
encased in glass
and in the eyes of my partner who saw it all
I remember
I always remember

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Her mother's daughter

Miss Thing and I were driving to school this morning when my ipod flipped to one of my favorite bands.She moves like water when she finds a rhythm that she loves and she loves Blue October. She is her mother's daughter.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Date Night

I swear I looked at the calendar yesterday and there was no date night there. I don't remember making plans or reservations. Apparently I forgot that I had tickets to the theatre event of the year. And that is all it is theatre. Who needs anything real and substantive when you have fear and idiocy to feed on.

I don't want higher taxes, but someone will have to pay for this war and playing the "everyone but me" game won't work forever.

I don't think aborition is right, but I (and everyone else) have no business making a decision so intimate and personal for anyone but me.

My marriage is between a man and a woman, but I know that love and commitment come in more shapes and sizes than I can comprehend and if you find that with someone I don't care what package they come in you deserve a life of love and happiness.

I don't want to spend my life paying for people who never manage to get on their feet, but when you take away the anonimity and you see that it is a person you worked with, went to church with or heaven forbid love you give from your heart and remember that Christ tells us that what we do to the least of them we do also to him.

I know that we are smart enough to not depend on the dinosaurs for everything we use.

I know that I am a woman with two small children who would protect them from unnecessary pain and couldn't imagine being absent for the most important moments of their lives for my work. I think it is hard to relate to anyone who would knowingly.

I know business and capitalism work, but I also know that businesses make bad choices bowing to the all important bottom line and they require rules and oversight. Hello Enron

I enjoy hunting and fishing but that doesn't mean that I am more homegrown or down to earth than you.

I know that I am smart. I know that most people are smart. I know that if you treat us like people and not mindless reptilian brained idiots you will find that we are more than you give us credit for. Don't make me question your honesty and integrity by using banal recycled crap and telling me it is change. Oh and seriously abstinence only. We don't come prepared for a test without reading the book, we don't empower ourselves by denying what we are. Our children are smart too. Smarter than we give them credit for when we teach them.

I belive that we are done on the path we have been on. I pray that everyone else sees it. Neither is perfect but one is clear.

I am stepping off my soap box now.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

No Mom I Swear

Petr & Pavlina...I swear Betty is helping out around the house and here is the proof.

Seriously I can't say enough how wonderful having Betty with us is. She is so considerate and appreciative of the little things that we do because it is just what we do...and what we would do for Super Son or Miss Thing. She has become a part of our family and I am already thinking about 10 months from now how sad we will be to see her go.
Thank you for sharing her with us!

Monday, September 01, 2008

Labor of Love

What's more fun on labor day than a meme about...well...labor(ing)

How long was your labor?

Super Son 7 hours
Miss Thing 5 hours

I had the luxury of "enjoying" the labor experience because I knew that i got to say when it was all over

How did you know you were in labor?

Super Son I couldn't stand up straight when I was talking
Miss Thing I remembered that Super Son hadn't gotten to paint my belly and knew if I waited until he woke up the next day he would be painting a wobbly baby free belly and let him stay up late to paint me (into a giant baseball)

Where did you deliver?

Both Babies Same hospital where I was born

Drugs?

Both Babies Don't have much choice when they are cutting you open - Spinal block my friends

C-section?

See above...Super Son decided that upside down, backwards and folded in half with his feet by his ears was a comfy place to be from 25 weeks on...didn't have much of a choice about the knife with him
Miss Thing Daddy insisted on the knife because the injury rates with VBAC were almost entirely on Daddy's girl. I was willing to give it a try, but only if it was my neck on the line, not Miss Thing at risk. Knife number two it is.

Who delivered?

Super Son Dr. Phillips ~ He and Daddy talked sports in the hall until the nurses came to get him and tell him to get to business. Due to a poorly positioned surgical light I got to watch the reflection of the whole kit and kaboodle.
Miss Thing The very handsome Dr. Uribe who I tried to bribe into a little nip and tuck while he had me open. He didn't take me up on it.

Both times I begged the anesthesiologist to let me keep my hands free to touch my little one when they arrived. Both times they let me only because I swore I wouldn't cross the sterile barrier. With Super Son I was shaking so hard (lovely drugs) that I had to grab on to the drapery poles and hang on to keep from reaching past the barrier.

So there you go. Feel free to join in. You can link up at Rocks In My Dryer who's name made me laugh out loud. I can't even count the number of times I have had rocks in my dryer. What I should be counting is the number of things weirder than rocks I have found in my dryer.

I think irrigation piping stuffed with sticks and twigs was the weirdest....what was yours?