I just realized that some pretty entertaining words and sayings come out of Trevor's mouth, and I'm not writing them down so I keep forgetting them. Maybe someday I'll start writing them on actual paper, but until then, I'm putting ones I can remember in here.
One day he warned a young friend, as he was pretending to build a fire with some random objects in the living room, to "get away from the hotness."
He's actually perfected the pronunciation of crocodile now, but he used to say "croco-idle."
More later, whenever I think of them! Share yours here.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Good Baby
Can you tell these babies apart?
I have been such a lame blogger lately, and my following has probably dropped off. Of course I'm using the newborn as my excuse...for everything! However, I must say she is a good baby.
Certain people like to ask if your baby is a good one. Is it a trick question? I don't know. I guess it's kind of like "how are you?", a sort of pleasantry to which you are expected to answer with one of a few stock phrases. Well, yes, she is a good baby...she sleeps, she wakes up, she poops and pees, and sometimes she eats.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Live! Labor Update! Adult Material!
Shoot! I forgot all that breathing stuff which never really worked the last time anyway...excuse me for a minute...okay...oh and I should qualify the post title with "maybe." Except that I've been having perfectly spaced contractions for the past three hours...perfectly spaced meaning when lying in bed and trying to sleep, just as I almost drift off, along comes another. Just as I convince myself they'll stop and restart at a more convenient hour, along comes another. So I've given up on sleep for now.
What I wanted to take up with you is this natural chilbirth thing. uhhhhhhh. Cleansing breath. What in the heck? How can I get an IV drip of Stadol at my house? I don't particularly want to go to the hospital at 2:30 a.m. only to get monitored and prodded and such, but I sure could use the drugs, and maybe I could hit the tub too. Actually I would feel kind of silly going in with contractions 6 minutes apart. But what are you natural people thinking? How did you do it? I am not cut out for this kind of.......................................................................................................................................discomfort, even though I now must brag that my midwife used the word beautiful to describe my pelvis. Maybe she even said perfect. C'mon, how many of you ladies have a PERFECT pelvis?
What I wanted to take up with you is this natural chilbirth thing. uhhhhhhh. Cleansing breath. What in the heck? How can I get an IV drip of Stadol at my house? I don't particularly want to go to the hospital at 2:30 a.m. only to get monitored and prodded and such, but I sure could use the drugs, and maybe I could hit the tub too. Actually I would feel kind of silly going in with contractions 6 minutes apart. But what are you natural people thinking? How did you do it? I am not cut out for this kind of.......................................................................................................................................discomfort, even though I now must brag that my midwife used the word beautiful to describe my pelvis. Maybe she even said perfect. C'mon, how many of you ladies have a PERFECT pelvis?
Monday, November 3, 2008
Random update
I like to have yogurt in the house so Trevor can eat it...mostly so he can ask for it since I love the way he says it, almost like someone's name: "Yo-Gret."
Pillows are the best toys for two year-olds.
Our baby still hasn't come out, although last night it seemed like he/she wanted to.
Halloween was super fun...we trick or treated just a little in the neighborhood, and it was plenty, then had some snacks over at the Dasenkos'...it was nice to not drive anywhere, and the best thing was that Trevor forgot about all the loot he collected by the next morning, so Todd and I kept sneaking it all day. Here's the pics: http://picasaweb.google.com/tntpics1/HorrorWeen#
Pillows are the best toys for two year-olds.
Our baby still hasn't come out, although last night it seemed like he/she wanted to.
Halloween was super fun...we trick or treated just a little in the neighborhood, and it was plenty, then had some snacks over at the Dasenkos'...it was nice to not drive anywhere, and the best thing was that Trevor forgot about all the loot he collected by the next morning, so Todd and I kept sneaking it all day. Here's the pics: http://picasaweb.google.com/tntpics1/HorrorWeen#
Friday, October 17, 2008
Lots of Pictures
Click here for lots of photos I'm too lazy to add to this blog.
http://picasaweb.google.com/tntpics1/SpringToFall02#5257997202415824034
http://picasaweb.google.com/tntpics1/SpringToFall02#5257997202415824034
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Various post ideas...
I keep thinking of really hot topics, then by the time I sit down with the computer, forget what they are. My brain isn't functioning and I pretty much just knit and watch The Office on Netflix whenever I get to sit down. I can't read above the level of Sunset magazine. The hormones must be making me stupid, because I haven't been drinking beer or stealing percosets.
The weird side-effect of crazy third trimester hormones (or whatever is making me feel weird side-effects and write sentences like this one) is a sense of humor gone off-color and surprisingly morbid. Things that normally would not merit a chuckle are suddenly hilarious.
On a random note and because I want to be sure to overuse the word "random," I truly realized the error of my ways today when Trevor said, as we walked down Monroe past the bus depot, "What's that fat worker guy doing?" I guess I should've chosen a gentler word to describe my current condition.
The weird side-effect of crazy third trimester hormones (or whatever is making me feel weird side-effects and write sentences like this one) is a sense of humor gone off-color and surprisingly morbid. Things that normally would not merit a chuckle are suddenly hilarious.
On a random note and because I want to be sure to overuse the word "random," I truly realized the error of my ways today when Trevor said, as we walked down Monroe past the bus depot, "What's that fat worker guy doing?" I guess I should've chosen a gentler word to describe my current condition.
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