This is Brynner exploring his artistic side. Go Brynner go.
We are officially 'hang pictures on the fridge' people.
P.S. I finally found out how to post larger pictures. Wanna know how? Go here
P.P.S. I haven't figured out my spacing issues. While I'm composing a post it will allow me to have as many spaces in between paragraphs as I want. However, when I post it, it squishes some lines together while spacing others out. So annoying! Does anyone know how to fix this?
In my dream a couple nights ago I was babysitting some of my friends babies for a few days. (By the way Kensey, you're having a boy if you were wondering) I kept forgetting them everywhere I went. They were such good babies that they never made a sound. I would put them on a shelf, for example, and a day later they would still be there. If I wasn't forgetting them somewhere I was forgetting to feed them and change their diaper etc. etc. etc. I woke up several times and when I would fall asleep this horrible dream continued (that never happens to me). Each time I woke up a flood of relief washed over me. Imagine if I really forgot my child?! Which reminds me that I was forgotten once......sorta... My Dad was taking my sister to work at Foodtown and I wanted to go along for the ride. I was in the back and Cheri was in the front seat. Which means she had probably called the front seat as we were walking down the front steps and I probably wished I had called it sooner. The front was a big deal in my family. Front seat=power. ie Music control, temperature control, beverage control (Our Camry didn't have cup holders in the back. It was tough). We arrived at Kamas Foodtown and Cheri started to get out, as did I, so I could sit in the front seat ( big deal, remember?). I had barely slipped out and closed the back door when my Dad zoomed off. I started waving my hands while yelling, "DAAAADDD!!" He didn't hear me. I ran the entire length of the parking lot that day. He didn't see me. I ventured on. It was like a scene out of a movie. I started to close in as he sat at the stop sign waiting for his turn to merge onto the main road. Just as my fingertips brushed the back windshield he took off! I watched him drive out of view as I continued to wave my hands hoping he'd check his rear view mirror. I wiped off my dusty fingertips and had a good, out of breath, chuckle. I was young but it was still a long parking lot! I waited for what seemed like a long time thinking any second I'd see him turn the corner and rescue me from my new parking lot home. I eventually gave up and started the walk of shame. My Dad had forgotten me. OK, I wasn't really ashamed, I was giggling too much as I walked back into Foodtown. 20 min. later he finally pulled up. He told me he had made it almost to Woodland before he realized I wasn't in the car. He had carried on an entire conversation with himself and kept thinking it was weird I wasn't responding. He finally looked back to find an empty back seat. I would have paid good money to see his face. However, I would have spent much more if I could have been guaranteed a front seat from then on. Front seat=power, music control, temperature control, beverage control, and (recently added) making it home control. Priceless.
Image courtesy of blogs.knoxnews.comValentines is a few days away so I thought I'd share who my new favorite singer/song writer is, Tristan Prettyman. Go here to listen to her stuff. I think she's talented and amazing and oh so perfect for a little valentines romance. To me she's a cross between Norah Jones and the old school Jewel. Slow dance in your kitchen and living room and fall more in love with your sweetheart. Happy Valentines!
Of all the house hold chores I get to do, vacuuming is my favorite. In fact, the only thing I don't like about vacuuming is trying to remember how to spell it. Two C's or two U's? (Feel free to share your clever associations) Anyway, we had our home appraised recently for a refinance. The appraiser was talking about square feet and how long our garage was etc... Exciting things I don't get to converse about on a regular basis. I don't know about you, but I really can't picture what 200 yards or even 200 feet look like. So. I think everyone should learn to speak in vacuum terms to me. Instead of talking about square footage on my house, the appraiser should have asked how many different plugs I must use to vacuum the upstairs. Without hesitation I would have blurted out, "One!!" He would have been impressed with my extensive knowledge, had he asked me that. All the same, I recall how excited I was the day I found my one perfect plug. I vacuumed the entire upstairs without the annoyance of switching plugs. I guess you could say we've sucked together, my vacuum and I. I suck at spelling vacccuuum and my vacuum has great suction. May you be so lucky!
Just once I'd like to run around naked in some puppy dog slippers while emptying shelves and cupboards to my hearts delight. I would make everyone around me giggle with my infectious grin and I could get away with anything! That's the dream life. I can only think of one thing that I may improve upon-some puppy dog gloves. I wouldn't want to catch a cold for heavens sake!
And yet some more news. My son kind of looks like me in this picture. I can't quite place exactly which feature, but it's awesome.
I brush my teeth too hard. It's true. My logic-if you want them really clean, brush really hard and Tadaa! really clean. Not the case when it comes to teeth. Apparently my gums are receding because I brush too hard. I now only use my two pinky's to hold my toothbrush. You should do the same. It was an important lesson learned. It made me think about more things I could be doing too intensely.
What does this all mean?? I honestly don't know. Just promise me this: Use light circular motions on those pearly whites of yours.
Brynner chewing on gifts...at this point in the day we thought he was teething.
Brynner's little cake. You know...the one that he didn't want anything to do with.
Brynner thinking how strange everyone is for the sudden out break of song.
Poppy helping Brynner get messy.
Brynner not liking messy...or ear aches....I forget which
Brad threw this cake together 15 min. before people arrived. Good job hon!
Yes, that is a vacuum attachment for a pinata stick. What do you use?!
This is on his actual birthday. He enjoyed his cake this time!
Finally we have a happy Brynner on his Happy Birthday!!!
