We spent Tuesday night at the ballpark celebrating Dave
Jarret's Birthday and had a great time (Dave is the one in the yellow hat)
Friday, May 05, 2006
Happy Birthday Dave!
We spent Tuesday night at the ballpark celebrating Dave
Jarret's Birthday and had a great time (Dave is the one in the yellow hat)
Monday, May 01, 2006
Congratulations Chad!
Congratulations Chad and Jane on your engagement!
We are all so thrilled for you and can't wait to meet her!
John Deer Green
Yesterday, I learned how to mow lawn on a riding mower. Until yesterday I had no idea what an important skill this was. Ranks right up there with driving a stick shift on my list. Ohkay maybe not that high but at least somewhere near, tying the cherry stem into a knot with your tongue, and doing a backflip, I can’t do the latter but I got the whole cherry thing covered. Chalk it up to one to many Friday nights at TGIFriday’s in high school.
My parents had a normal-sized yard growing up (at least here in the states) that only required a push lawn-mower. Great on the tan but a sticky way to get a work out.
Its nothing like my dad’s new John Deer-this thing comes equipped with a place for my
Walkman and a cup holder. (And yes I still use a walkman—not an Ipod--but more on that latter.) If you happened to be driving by my parents yesterday afternoon, you would’ve seen me in sweats and way too fashionable for lawn mowing sunglasses, singing at the top of my lungs to whatever new song was on the radio—with a little brown dog bounding along behind. It was great—since I am the mother of a seven week old (don’t worry she was being watched carefully by her Nanna and Poppa) I was thrilled a little time just to think. I’ll admit I got a little nervous when the thing went down hill—no one told me the machine slows itself down. I was ready to bucking bronco it all the way down—a little anti-climactic but not bad.
And what did all this thinking time get me? Well, it dawned on me that since I live in a condo I pay my association a nice chunk of change each month to mow my 12 by 4 foot piece of grass (I am not exaggerating it’s really that small.) And then my parents turn around and pay me to manage their acre of lawn. Go figure.
My parents had a normal-sized yard growing up (at least here in the states) that only required a push lawn-mower. Great on the tan but a sticky way to get a work out.
Its nothing like my dad’s new John Deer-this thing comes equipped with a place for my
Walkman and a cup holder. (And yes I still use a walkman—not an Ipod--but more on that latter.) If you happened to be driving by my parents yesterday afternoon, you would’ve seen me in sweats and way too fashionable for lawn mowing sunglasses, singing at the top of my lungs to whatever new song was on the radio—with a little brown dog bounding along behind. It was great—since I am the mother of a seven week old (don’t worry she was being watched carefully by her Nanna and Poppa) I was thrilled a little time just to think. I’ll admit I got a little nervous when the thing went down hill—no one told me the machine slows itself down. I was ready to bucking bronco it all the way down—a little anti-climactic but not bad.
And what did all this thinking time get me? Well, it dawned on me that since I live in a condo I pay my association a nice chunk of change each month to mow my 12 by 4 foot piece of grass (I am not exaggerating it’s really that small.) And then my parents turn around and pay me to manage their acre of lawn. Go figure.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Overheard
"Well it is confusing because Chile is a country and a food." Said Nate to Sophia yesterday morning. I was the only one that seemed confused by the topic of their conversation until I realized they were looking at the large world map that acts as a decortive headboard in our bedroom. Nate and I have spent so many Saturday morning's staring up at Antartica that we've considered hanging it upside down. So Sophia's geography lesson's are starting early--which is important in our family--you never know where one of us is going to turn up--especially Nate's father.
"Is being a parent what you expected?" I had to laugh at this one, because this implies that either Nate or I had any expectations. At the moment the fatigue is starting to get the better of us and finishing a sentance is a great achievment--but we're starting to fall into predictable patterns.
"No, take the Porsche and keep planning our trip to Asia." Okay so this was a line from my new favorite show Gilmore Girls--but just once in my life I would like someone to say this to me.
"Is being a parent what you expected?" I had to laugh at this one, because this implies that either Nate or I had any expectations. At the moment the fatigue is starting to get the better of us and finishing a sentance is a great achievment--but we're starting to fall into predictable patterns.
"No, take the Porsche and keep planning our trip to Asia." Okay so this was a line from my new favorite show Gilmore Girls--but just once in my life I would like someone to say this to me.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Center of Attention
Sunday morning after church my mother dissapears with
Sophia leaving Nate and I with and empty car seat. Yesterday
we pilled a coat a diaper bag and my purse into the seat. So imagine
my surprise when I see the little girl in the white rifling through
the car seat pulling out my purse and digging her hands under the
coats. Thankfully Nate clued in to what was going on. "Are you looking
for the baby?" She was sure there was a baby under all that stuff.
Then when she spotted my mother she grabbed a bar stool and dragged
it across the lobby. She needed to see the baby!
God Bless the Pacifier
On Saturday I realized I only had one summer outfit
for Sophia and since it was 85 degree's on Saturday I broke
out this little outfit. It was supposed to be a 6 month old outfit
and looked like a moomoo, so we put a little onsie under it and
called it a day. All morning when we were at garage sales Nate
kept getting eyed by older women--"You could just tell they wanted
to snatch her out of my arms! Those Grandma's get grabby."
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