Monday, July 30, 2007

Baby Tuesday

These photos were taken right before I took the disposable cameras from Hawaii in to be processed. I had a few photos left to use up. They ended up being the cutest ones out of all three rolls.








Yes, I may have cut her bangs a little too short, but that's what happens when my "client" looks down while I'm cutting her hair. It's a 1920's cut, I cut the rest to make it work.


I've been telling her how helpful Baby S is around the house so she pitched it and helped sweep the porch...kinda. Okay, the highlight of the film really is how many bows she has in her hair.



Can you feel the love? (Sometimes she comes across a bib and insist that I put it on her. I guess she thinks she might find some yogurt or soup in her toy box and needs to be ready for it)

back to reality

We got back from Oahu last night...the photos are being developed as I type (we left the nice camera at home)...will blog later...

Okay, I can't wait--- WE SAW SEA TURTLES!


alright, more later....

Monday, July 23, 2007

Baby Tuesday

I'm sleepy and I have given myself 8 minutes to blog before bed, here goes...

We went back to the Seymour Center, where we had our wedding reception.
They didn't remember much, seeing that they were just little eggs back then.






Touching starfish, sea sponges, hermit crabs and the wooden puzzle likenesses of them only lasted 45 minutes. Then she and Baby R got crunk. Adios Seymour!



Like lookin' in a mirror, except cuter.



Everyone was belly-up...even Franklin whose paw can be seen in the very bottom of the picture.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

a 7-11 in which everyone is happy

Well, almost everyone was happy in the Kwik-E Mart. There were a couple of guys in there that were just too cool for everyone, like tortured writers or the comic book guy.

I bet the foreign owner/employees of that 7-11 didn't know what they were in for when they were chosen (strategically close to Google HQ) to become a Kwik E. It was packed!


(taken from inside Mochi-chan)

I bought a Homer cookie, a 6 pack of Buzz Cola and a half dozen pink sprinkley donuts, as if I had 5 friends waiting at home for a snack.


I tasted a donut, as you can see.
(and no, I'm not the one selling my six pack on eBay)

Friday, July 20, 2007

it must mean somthing...oh wait, it means nothing

Right now, my blog has been visited exactly 11,111 times!

(11,000 of those visits are mine)

Thursday, July 19, 2007

best things come to those who are cheapskates



Here's baby R's new dresser!
It was $5 and missing a leg at a garage sale last saturday.

A makeshift leg was in one of the drawers and the lady had already sanded it down-- good enough for me.

I had no way to get it home so another woman volunteered to drive it to my house (shweet!)

There was still a little bit of tangerine paint in the garage leftover from painting baby C's room a couple of years ago, so badda-bing, glue the leg on, badda-boom roll some paint on it....

Now we got ourselves a place to put blankies and sweaters.


Yes, that is a plastic garbage bag under the dresser because the cat is still peeing in his room, in that corner. At least now it won't get in the carpet. gah! what I put up with!
Anyone want to give psycho cat a good home?
Or better yet, does anyone want a black cat fur hat?
I can accommodate either one.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

we didn't have a sledgehammer

Saiyonara, melon-san!



Baby Tuesday


The drool has begun, and with it the omni-bib. Minutes after this pic was taken, he mini-barfed and I was grateful for the bib.


"I can't be bothered to look at you now, Mother. Really, can you come back another time? I'm busy with my plastic bugs."


Crush the bugs!


"No, now listen, I'm looking at this fish tank. No photos, please."


You might have seen these cool shoes on another baby in another state.


Bad hair day for Baby C, and completely my fault.


Coming to theaters this fall, in Baby C's cinematic debut, "Duck and Undercover."
It's a cop buddy flick, they're all the same...


What? He's tall.
Well, he's tall if you stand him up.
And maybe someday he'll be Mr. Basketball and I'll show this photo at the team dinner at the end of the season...or maybe he'll become a circus performer and this outfit will mean nothing.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

don't buy beans from evil overlords

After I sent en email suggesting our church serve "fair trade" coffee, I found this website and I felt like sharing.

Tearfund

I don't really drink coffee, I drink tea, but I hereby swear that the next box of [decaf] tea I buy, will be fairly traded.
And I can proudly say that the chocolate I ate earlier was "fair trade" chocolate, which gives:
  • Farmers' organizations a fair and stable price for their products
  • Extra income for farmers and plantation workers to improve their lives
  • Greater respect for the environment
  • Small-scale farmers a stronger position in world markets
  • A closer link between consumers and producers
All things I'm in favor of.

I hate it when the little guy gets screwed over.


Friday, July 13, 2007

Someone beat me to the nail salon shtick

You know I wouldn't put it on here if it wasn't funny.



(Men, you won't understand)

Thursday, July 12, 2007

the teapot dome scandal pales in comparison

History facts I learned this evening:

Did you know?

FACT!
President James Garfield was fatally shot by a complete lunatic.

FACT!
President Garfield lived for 3 months after his shooting but the doctors were completely incompetent and so he died from infections.

FACT!
Abraham Lincoln's son Robert was saved by John W. Booth's brother Edwin.

FACT!
Lincoln's last living relative died in 1984 and there is no photo of him anywhere on the internet

(I can't believe Lincoln has no living descendants! that's crazy!)

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

dedicated to Allison, the airline puker


Design for Chunks!

(the most brilliant art contest to date)


a little more confusing is this, a coca cola art contest...


right up there with rainbows and butterflies

I love it when the dogs bark in their sleep, or rather, in their dreams.

"rrrmph rmhp rrmph..."

Monday, July 09, 2007

knowledge creates more work



By now, we've all heard about the melamine-pet-food problem, right?
Well I got to thinking about my melamine plates in my kitchen cabinet.
And how they say "not microwave safe" and how I microwave them all the time.
Hmm.

I have already ordered new bisphenol A-free baby bottles and sippy cups for the babies, and it only makes sense that I should get rid of the do-not-heat-melamine too.
Because honestly how useful is a plate you can't heat?

So then, I need new microwavable plastic plates, and the hunt was not an easy one.

It's between Corelle and MiracleWare.

I really wanted some that were made from corn polymers but alas, none suited my picnic plate needs.

Excellent cup review here.


Baby Tuesday

The babies attended their first rock concert last Tuesday-- did I take photos?
No.

And then the next day we went tour neighborhood block party where there were lots of other babies and a jump house, etc.-- did I take photos?
No.

But fun was had.


"Ok, for this next play we're gonna run it down the field! Kangaroo-rat, llama, you guys run defense and me and unicorn butt will do a punt fake..."


For once, he's not on the recieving end of eye poking (from Baby C).



It was a cute moment, and I took alot of pictures, okay?
Man, look at that melon head. So cute.


"send for help, I'm strapped down"



Guess which is Kevin, and which is me...
...Ok, the pink bow gave it away.
I have included them for reference.



I can see a little mommy-Baby C likeness, no?


See that little blue dinosaur on the left hand side? Baby C bopped that thing over and over and over when she was his size so it doesn't chirp anymore. I called the company and asked for a replacement "little blinky dinosaur" part. Racket.



she has her TV and he has his, which is her.


Look at those thighs that I have to CRAM in the bumbo! When I pick him up, the bumbo comes with him. Hence, he doesn't care for the bumbo very much.


Typical scene of my workplace.


It's like he's asking another baby at a stoplight if he wants to race.
Peel out!


Even the Elmo trator-beam cannot keep Baby C from meddling in Baby R's toys.
Good thing he likes it.


Anyone who uses sippy cups or any plastic cups read this!

Friday, July 06, 2007

I know why this family is happy



Everytime I watch Paula's Home Cooking on the Food Network I want to cuss.

Just when I think she's taken a food to the nth degree, with more butter than most people keep in their house-- she'll add a bag of cheese, or 2 cups of chocolate or something completely outrageous.
And I mouth the word "*$%#" as I watch the show because she just topped my expectiations.
She doesn't try to be low calorie or multicultural, she just makes it taste good.


I made these tonight, she calls them Orange Brownies, but I like to think of them as Orangies.
And yes they are cover-your-ears good.

I think I just heard a seam rip in my pants.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

nevermind how I got to the taxidermy site

I came across this page while searching for something else, and it cracked me up.

It's a federal offense to be in possesion of bird feathers, people!!!
Everybody put the feathers down!
The FBI will be here any minute!

People, especially bird people, are looney.
(Man that's a bird pun isn't it? And to think I avoided using "cuckoo")

public opnion poll



Does the image inside the "o" of the word perio look like a film reel?
at all?
Or does it even matter, because the image is kinda cool anyway?

Bring it.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

the A team is back! In chrome!

I searched for "airstream" and this came up.



This is the first Ford in a long long time that I would proudly drive [with a mohawk and a whole lotta gold chains].

Baby Tuesday

I blame blogger for my photos disappearing...I put them on again, watch them come back and I'll have double...

Baby C got attacked by a crazy toddler in the church nursery on saturday night, she wasn't his only victim and somehow in a sick way that made me feel better about the incident.
Here's how it went:
I walked in to pick her up, and in front of me was a father picking up his son. The nursery lady said politely but with a firm stare, "your son was scratching all the other children today." Then the guy carried him out and I asked for my toddler.
They pulled her from the ajoining room wailing and holding her cheek.
"She got pinched in the face."
I think she was his final victim, the attack for the road, if you will.
Luckily Daddy was there with me to hold her but she was still pretty upset.
When we got all buckled in the car I looked at her face and the area underneath her right eye was all pink and swollen.
I grumbled to myself about the little turd going for her eyes and said "do you want ice cream?"
So we got ice cream.

And yes I know that you're not supposed to use food as a reward or whatever the rule is.
And yes I know I should think other people's kids are turds.
But I do and I don't care.

Just in the past week she's been stringing together words to convey more complex thoughts, which means that communicating with her is more like playing the $10,000 Pyramid than say, Concentration.

Here's an example of what I think is the cutest thing:
C:"Park"
Me:"We already went to the park"
"Rich"
"And Rich was there too."
"GiGi"
"And Gigi"
"Dada"
"And Daddy"
"baby"
"yes and the baby was there too"
"stro"
"we went in the stroller"
"fun"
"Did you have fun?"
"yeah!"

Hey, she's my first kid. I think it's adorable that that's how she tells me that she remembers going to the park with all of us that morning and having fun.

She told her father a similar report on the events at the aquarium, who was there and what she saw and that it was fun.
Cute!

Also in the middle of the night instead of making little whines when she wakes up, she plays with her plush Tad that sings little songs when you press his buttons. At 3AM I'll hear "that's the yellow star! that's the green circle!"


Buried treasure!


So many neat things for little kids to experience there!
Like this little coral tunnel with fish tanks inside, so cool.
I can't wait until both babies can play in there. I wanted to let her hang out and play all afternoon but Baby R made it clear he wasn't cool with that.


Baby R relaxing at last in Capitola.


"Thanks GG for holding me. I love love."


Guess where I am in all this?


What am I doing here?
Moreover, what is my hair and outfit doing?


This activity confused both of us. I don't think she had the prerequistite for the flippers.


Note the penguin shirt. I thought ahead! We had aquatic spirit.


Please people, just leave me in peace. I have no interest in fish.


Again, the best part about this exhibit was the fiberglass rock.


This little boy had been in the giant seashell but when I told Baby C to climb in and share it with him, he got weirded out. He looked at her for a moment and then walked off. Sorry Chuck, not a love connection.



Grandpa Rich educates Baby R (who is now 4 mo old!) about the wide world of hot doggery.


the pleasantly unexpected


Thanks be to Rich for carrying the big lump around!
This video makes more sense knowing this was the arrangement.




"ooh reading glasses- yoink!"


At this point, Baby C loved chasing the seagull feathers that were blowing around out on the balcony way more than anything else in the museum.





If you can't tell, she saying penguin penguin! fly fly!
Or rather "pennuh pennuh! fye fye!" Which is cuter anyway.