Brady and Theresa are parents to a new 8lb 5 oz. little girl
Lily Mae Westbrook
Check out Theresa or Sara's blogs for more pictures of my darling neice.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I wasn't actually invited...
We were down in Waikiki and this couple was getting wedding photos taken. At first we thought it was going to be an actual ceremony but it was just a cool photo shoot. Her dress was amazing in person. I wasn't all that close but here are my sneaky snapshots of the event.
Oops,I think she caught me taking her picture.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Kid Nation
So even with the two TV-free days a week (which we are actually sticking to and sometimes even exceeding our time spent unglued) we may still watch too much. Avery has decided that she can pause real life, I don't mind it so much if I'm reading her a story and she says "can you pause it for a minute" then she has to take a bathroom break or put on a princess accessory but when I am just talking to her about something or instructing her about something she needs to do and she holds out an imaginary remote control and says "pause" which is usually followed by me disregarding this action which leads her to huff "I PAUSED YOU MOM". Well then we have a problem. I do find myself wanting to rewind the radio to hear something that Dr. Laura said that I missed because she was drowned out by questions from the backseat like "Is body language good or bad?" or "Girl's can only be possible right mom?" Huh? But often it is moments with my children that I want to be able to rewind for myself or replay for Ben later.
That said, we just got done watching tonight's Kid Nation episode, which I found very interesting. I have found the whole series to be interesting so far because I believe that we can stifle childrens potential by doing too much for them and this show reinforces that belief. If you haven't seen it or heard of it, the basic premise is that 40 kids ages 9-14 are dropped off in an abandonded ghost town and have to cook, clean, set up shops, run a government and make decisions all on their own. They rally around each other, offer what is generally constructive criticism, drown their sorrows in a bottle of root beer at the saloon and they are making it work.
Of course they cast intellegent kids from "varying" backgrounds (they probably all come from middle-class families) but there are bullies, pagent girls and the undoubtedly homeschooled, so it makes for good television. So what impressed me tonight was when the kids won their challenge they were given the choice of getting a miniature golf course (currently there only entertainment is games they make up themselves and spending money they earn on candy and soda) or a collection of religous books. The majority ruled and they got...the religious books! Not only did they choose to get them but they were genuinely excited to read them and share and compare their religion with their friends. They were finding similarities between the Torah, the Koran and the Bible instead of focusing on the differences which is what we adults tend to do.
Since it aired I have wondered if my kids (when they are older of course...although A. would probably be just fine w/out me for a month) would make me proud or embarrassed if they were in that situation w/ little guidance. But TV show or not, don't we hope that we have trained our children to make good choices and be contributing citizens?
One more related Avery story, I was watching the show "I Wanna Look Like a High School Cheerleader Again" on CMT, at the recommendation of my mother (yes, the same mother who only let us watch 1/2 hour of TV a week growing up) and the women were saying stuff like "If I have to get on that scale I'm going to die" "If I haven't lost at least 5 pounds this week I will just die" etc etc. Then came the elimination scene, marked by somber, foreboding music where the host informed them that one of them would be eliminated. They huddled around each other for one last pep talk and Avery looked at me with wide eyes and said "Which one of them has to die?"
That said, we just got done watching tonight's Kid Nation episode, which I found very interesting. I have found the whole series to be interesting so far because I believe that we can stifle childrens potential by doing too much for them and this show reinforces that belief. If you haven't seen it or heard of it, the basic premise is that 40 kids ages 9-14 are dropped off in an abandonded ghost town and have to cook, clean, set up shops, run a government and make decisions all on their own. They rally around each other, offer what is generally constructive criticism, drown their sorrows in a bottle of root beer at the saloon and they are making it work.
Of course they cast intellegent kids from "varying" backgrounds (they probably all come from middle-class families) but there are bullies, pagent girls and the undoubtedly homeschooled, so it makes for good television. So what impressed me tonight was when the kids won their challenge they were given the choice of getting a miniature golf course (currently there only entertainment is games they make up themselves and spending money they earn on candy and soda) or a collection of religous books. The majority ruled and they got...the religious books! Not only did they choose to get them but they were genuinely excited to read them and share and compare their religion with their friends. They were finding similarities between the Torah, the Koran and the Bible instead of focusing on the differences which is what we adults tend to do.
Since it aired I have wondered if my kids (when they are older of course...although A. would probably be just fine w/out me for a month) would make me proud or embarrassed if they were in that situation w/ little guidance. But TV show or not, don't we hope that we have trained our children to make good choices and be contributing citizens?
One more related Avery story, I was watching the show "I Wanna Look Like a High School Cheerleader Again" on CMT, at the recommendation of my mother (yes, the same mother who only let us watch 1/2 hour of TV a week growing up) and the women were saying stuff like "If I have to get on that scale I'm going to die" "If I haven't lost at least 5 pounds this week I will just die" etc etc. Then came the elimination scene, marked by somber, foreboding music where the host informed them that one of them would be eliminated. They huddled around each other for one last pep talk and Avery looked at me with wide eyes and said "Which one of them has to die?"
Monday, October 8, 2007
Some like it hot.
Bikram Yoga. What was I thinking? I don't even like yoga all that much to begin with. But something about the idea of 90 minutes of intense postures in 105 degree heat and 60% humidity was intriguing to me. As I approached the yoga studio (which happens to be one of the only buildings in Hawaii with a heater) I was excited, nervous and a little bit uncomfortable in my barely there black spandex (lycra?) shorts and tank top. I tightly clutched the ten dollar bill that would gain me entry into this unknown territory and wished that I had brought another five for a reward smoothie after class (little did I know that I would not be able to eat anything after that torture, even if it was icy cold and came through a straw). I was 15 minutes early, like the website instructed, and my fears of being under-dressed were quickly allayed as the drenched, but glowing, bikini-clad (yes, bikini) beach bodies that had just finished a class exited the classroom. I could now focus my worries on potentially not having brought enough water to sustain me since my single, but full, 16 oz bottle, suddenly seemed inadequate next to their empty gallon and multi-liter containers.
The room stunk. I guess pretty people can produce stinky sweat, just the same as anyone else. But I blame the men donning the euro-look speedo shorts and the instructor, who also falls into that category and had been teaching sessions back to back (to back). But by now I had paid,
signed a full page waiver that included language like "shall not hold Bikram College of India liable for physical injury or psychological damage that may occur" (I openly laughed at the psych. damage part but the head "yogi " was not amused at my amusement. Or maybe I was merely misinterpreting his achievement of enlightenment as indifference and grim stoicism).
Anyhow, the windows were being shut and the heater cranked up, the point of no return. I must say that I had been rather pleased seeing the collective physique of the 4:30 class. It gave me hope that this could just be the best way I could spend an hour and a half at this point in my oh so close quest to get back to pre-baby constitution. But looking around the room, I'd say that the 6:30 class was clearly the second string. Beginners perhaps...or so I hoped, until I heard two comparing the number of years they had been Bikram devotees. The instructor (who looks like Moby) leads us in a set of cleansing breaths and...what happened next includes psychological damage that I have clearly had to bury because I don't remember much except that I was soaking wet and dripping within minutes of beginning, luckily I enjoy sweating when exercising, the skin around my ankles began to peel off at one point when we were doing a posture that involved maintaining a tight grip on the lower leg (pedicure and a workout all in one!) and I thought that I might die, or at the very least pass out at any moment. The clock that I was watching incessantly, reminded me of the one directly on the wall in front of me in the hospital room when I was having Miles. Or maybe it was the pain and intensity of the yogic discipline that took me back to an equally painful time in my existence.
An hour in, I was really hoping that the last thirty minutes was going to serve as a time to meditate, preferably in a supine position. No such luck. Finally, it was over and the room began to cool down. 95 degrees never felt so good! Head spinning, I quickly thanked Moby and got outside. While everyone else was chatting about going for tabbouleh or hummus or something, I hobbled to the car. Paused before I got in, because I wasn't so sure I wouldn't hurl at that point (now I know why they recommend against eating 3 hours hours prior to the class, and grateful I hadn't) and slowly drove home.
It's taken me a few days to be able to even write about the experience because I felt so awful after. And not awful like, sore. Awful, like the day after having a massage when you haven't been drinking enough water. Like all the junk came to the surface.
I am proud of myself for pushing through each posture and challenging my body in a way I hadn't before, but I can't decide if I want to go back. I've taken challenging/hard classes before (Budokon was my nemesis and painful addiction before). During this class and immediately after, no way would I consider it. But now, I am left wanting to overcome (transcend maybe) the discomfort and rid myself of this weakness in me that I didn't know existed. Plus they say that by practicing yoga you need less sleep. That'd be nice.
The room stunk. I guess pretty people can produce stinky sweat, just the same as anyone else. But I blame the men donning the euro-look speedo shorts and the instructor, who also falls into that category and had been teaching sessions back to back (to back). But by now I had paid,
signed a full page waiver that included language like "shall not hold Bikram College of India liable for physical injury or psychological damage that may occur" (I openly laughed at the psych. damage part but the head "yogi " was not amused at my amusement. Or maybe I was merely misinterpreting his achievement of enlightenment as indifference and grim stoicism).
Anyhow, the windows were being shut and the heater cranked up, the point of no return. I must say that I had been rather pleased seeing the collective physique of the 4:30 class. It gave me hope that this could just be the best way I could spend an hour and a half at this point in my oh so close quest to get back to pre-baby constitution. But looking around the room, I'd say that the 6:30 class was clearly the second string. Beginners perhaps...or so I hoped, until I heard two comparing the number of years they had been Bikram devotees. The instructor (who looks like Moby) leads us in a set of cleansing breaths and...what happened next includes psychological damage that I have clearly had to bury because I don't remember much except that I was soaking wet and dripping within minutes of beginning, luckily I enjoy sweating when exercising, the skin around my ankles began to peel off at one point when we were doing a posture that involved maintaining a tight grip on the lower leg (pedicure and a workout all in one!) and I thought that I might die, or at the very least pass out at any moment. The clock that I was watching incessantly, reminded me of the one directly on the wall in front of me in the hospital room when I was having Miles. Or maybe it was the pain and intensity of the yogic discipline that took me back to an equally painful time in my existence.
An hour in, I was really hoping that the last thirty minutes was going to serve as a time to meditate, preferably in a supine position. No such luck. Finally, it was over and the room began to cool down. 95 degrees never felt so good! Head spinning, I quickly thanked Moby and got outside. While everyone else was chatting about going for tabbouleh or hummus or something, I hobbled to the car. Paused before I got in, because I wasn't so sure I wouldn't hurl at that point (now I know why they recommend against eating 3 hours hours prior to the class, and grateful I hadn't) and slowly drove home.
It's taken me a few days to be able to even write about the experience because I felt so awful after. And not awful like, sore. Awful, like the day after having a massage when you haven't been drinking enough water. Like all the junk came to the surface.
I am proud of myself for pushing through each posture and challenging my body in a way I hadn't before, but I can't decide if I want to go back. I've taken challenging/hard classes before (Budokon was my nemesis and painful addiction before). During this class and immediately after, no way would I consider it. But now, I am left wanting to overcome (transcend maybe) the discomfort and rid myself of this weakness in me that I didn't know existed. Plus they say that by practicing yoga you need less sleep. That'd be nice.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
As heard at the dinner table.
Avery, can you please say the prayer for the food.
Heavenly Father,
Bless this food so we can be healthy and strong. Bless mom. Help us to be good.
{with fervor} And get out of here satan! That the devil may go so we can live in peace.
Amen
I'm not sure where that last line came from.
Must be the Baptist in her.
Heavenly Father,
Bless this food so we can be healthy and strong. Bless mom. Help us to be good.
{with fervor} And get out of here satan! That the devil may go so we can live in peace.
Amen
I'm not sure where that last line came from.
Must be the Baptist in her.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
I never met a book I didn't like.
That's actually not true. I hated being forced to read The Sound and the Fury in high school and the term stream-of-consciousness evokes a shudder ever since (unless it's my own, of course). But for the most part, I enjoy reading a variety of authors and genres. Or at least I used to. Now I'm lucky to skim through a magazine article uninterrupted, much less escape to another place and time compliments of someone's literary artistry. I now turn to the good old boob-tube (why is it called that?) for entertainment and enlightenment because small hands cannot disturb or destroy it as well as the more important factor being that I can feed, diaper, fold laundry, exercise etc. at the same time.
I love the idea of sitting in bed, propped up by pillows in the soft glow of the side table lamp, or even better, one mounted on the wall behind me, engrossed in a tale (and since I'm fantasizing, I'm also wearing cute p.j.'s, the children are tucked in, and the kitchen is clean). I always imagined that staying home with the children would provide plenty of time to read and here I am, nearly four years later, still waiting for the chance to pick up the latest New York Times bestseller instead of Brown Bear, Brown Bear for the umpeenth time. Even the days of reading on an airplane, gone, especially now that the FDA condemns the use of antihistamines in children (disclaimer-I have personally never drugged my child, although it is tempting). I'm not a bathroom reading type, but if I were, I wouldn't be alone long enough to read the foreword. This is sad to me because I come from a reading family. Everyone always "has their nose in a book". Growing up, we were only allowed 30 minutes of TV a week (I couldn't wait for Full House - TGIF!), so reading was a natural hobby. Although hardly fine literature, I loved The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley Twins as well as the Indian in the Cupboard series and Little House on the Prairie! My mom, who knows best, would pay us ($1) to read classics and books she thought we should read. I'm thankful for that.
So what's all this leading up to? Well, I'm reading again! Not just reading, but devouring, and I'm so excited. Two factors contributed to this. Firstly, my friend April, who has two children, still reads...as I learned from from her blog, which in turn inspired me to attend our wards bookclub meeting. I wasn't sure if I would like reading what they suggested so I read the excerpts of the book they would be discussing on Amazon and went, hoping at the least to be able to meet new friends and find some other adults to talk to. Bonus - a selection of goodies from the Portuguese bakery. But the real bonus was the selection of books they have been reading or have slated to read. A couple I have read or am reading, and a few have been made into movies or are being made, hopefully well. I will be commenting on books as I read them but would love to know what you're reading, or raving about, or if you have any comments on the selections below.
Meanwhile, Brown Bear Brown Bear what do you see...
I love the idea of sitting in bed, propped up by pillows in the soft glow of the side table lamp, or even better, one mounted on the wall behind me, engrossed in a tale (and since I'm fantasizing, I'm also wearing cute p.j.'s, the children are tucked in, and the kitchen is clean). I always imagined that staying home with the children would provide plenty of time to read and here I am, nearly four years later, still waiting for the chance to pick up the latest New York Times bestseller instead of Brown Bear, Brown Bear for the umpeenth time. Even the days of reading on an airplane, gone, especially now that the FDA condemns the use of antihistamines in children (disclaimer-I have personally never drugged my child, although it is tempting). I'm not a bathroom reading type, but if I were, I wouldn't be alone long enough to read the foreword. This is sad to me because I come from a reading family. Everyone always "has their nose in a book". Growing up, we were only allowed 30 minutes of TV a week (I couldn't wait for Full House - TGIF!), so reading was a natural hobby. Although hardly fine literature, I loved The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley Twins as well as the Indian in the Cupboard series and Little House on the Prairie! My mom, who knows best, would pay us ($1) to read classics and books she thought we should read. I'm thankful for that.
So what's all this leading up to? Well, I'm reading again! Not just reading, but devouring, and I'm so excited. Two factors contributed to this. Firstly, my friend April, who has two children, still reads...as I learned from from her blog, which in turn inspired me to attend our wards bookclub meeting. I wasn't sure if I would like reading what they suggested so I read the excerpts of the book they would be discussing on Amazon and went, hoping at the least to be able to meet new friends and find some other adults to talk to. Bonus - a selection of goodies from the Portuguese bakery. But the real bonus was the selection of books they have been reading or have slated to read. A couple I have read or am reading, and a few have been made into movies or are being made, hopefully well. I will be commenting on books as I read them but would love to know what you're reading, or raving about, or if you have any comments on the selections below.
Meanwhile, Brown Bear Brown Bear what do you see...
Monday, October 1, 2007
Like a steel trap...
Our neighbor two doors down, sneezed the other day. Rather loudly, since we heard it inside our house. And Avery said "Was that that girl who was watching me when I threw up on myself and had to take a bath?" What is remarkable about this, even though this event, which did happen the way she remembered, was only six months ago, is that this brief sound instantly triggered a memory and that she associated this sound to a particular person, my friend Dorothy, who does have a unique sneeze, but I didn't make the connection until after Avery mentioned it. But yet with a memory like that, she couldn't remember her name...
Sunday, September 30, 2007
September Recap
I'm going to try and keep this short because I feel a slurry of new posts coming on and I don't want to keep anyone from coming back later in the week. That said:
Better than being her specimen.
Miles - drum roll please... Learned how to stand upright and walk. But he's the second child so it's not all that exciting, hence the thrilling announcement. Avery was thrilled though, screaming "Miles went walking. He went walking. On his own feet!" Okay, it's pretty darn cute. Especially nude at the beach. Footage to come (of the walking, not the nudity). What is amazing about the little guy however, is that he now demands utensils when he eats. And he uses them. At least one of us is civilized.
For me September brought ...
What we're listening to: Ben Westbrook..I mean Eric Clapton Unplugged. I'm actually not a huge fan, but that's what's been on. I would have video but Ben caught me taping him.
What we're watching: Bronco's games. Ken Burn's The War on PBS. Top Chef (finale this week). The Office. Maybe Survivor: China (this is my first stab at watching Survivor and so far I'm not impressed with anything except the scenery). And unfortunately, I'm hesitant to admit it but... The Bachelor. The whole last season Officer and a Gentleman thing got me hooked again. Even though they broke up. And for the kids...SuperWhy on PBS, it's great for pre-readers and incorporates good messages as well...cause when mom says you gotta "keep trying" or "practice makes perfect" it goes in one ear and out the other, but when a cartoon says it...gospel!
Stock picks: I bounced a check. No financial advice from me this month :)
September Babies! Well, one's an end of August baby..
Meet Tami's new baby Audrey
Ben - Back on General Surgery. Which means no hobbies (he hurt himself skateboarding last month anyhow) and no longer living the glamorous life of a plastic surgeon, he is now back to the insanely long days of removing peoples rectums (didn't know that was common or even possible but it is) and managing sundry surgical infections.
Medical word of the month is mittelschmerz (mit·tel·schmerz) def. pain in the area of the ovary that is felt at the time of ovulation. Use that in your next conversation and look super-intellegent.
Avery - Learned how to color. By herself. Up until now, coloring with her meant she'll pick out the picture and the hue and then it was all up to me. Not fun, although strangely therapeutic.
Likes to play zookeeper and panda with Miles. She's the zookeeper.
Better than being her specimen. Miles - drum roll please... Learned how to stand upright and walk. But he's the second child so it's not all that exciting, hence the thrilling announcement. Avery was thrilled though, screaming "Miles went walking. He went walking. On his own feet!" Okay, it's pretty darn cute. Especially nude at the beach. Footage to come (of the walking, not the nudity). What is amazing about the little guy however, is that he now demands utensils when he eats. And he uses them. At least one of us is civilized.For me September brought ...
My first bounced check. I now have overdraft protection for my overdraft protection.
And new rules:
1. Two days a week (at least) are designated TV-free days. This is to show the TV that I am the boss of the house and we are not dependant on it for entertainment. Yes, I can record shows on those days, whichever they end up being (certainly not mon. or wed) but no one is allowed to watch anything. It's peaceful really.
2. All mail must be dealt with immediately upon retrieval. Junk mail will not even enter the house but will be discarded on the way in. Bills will be paid and filed immediately. No more junking up my counter!
What we're listening to: Ben Westbrook..I mean Eric Clapton Unplugged. I'm actually not a huge fan, but that's what's been on. I would have video but Ben caught me taping him.
What we're watching: Bronco's games. Ken Burn's The War on PBS. Top Chef (finale this week). The Office. Maybe Survivor: China (this is my first stab at watching Survivor and so far I'm not impressed with anything except the scenery). And unfortunately, I'm hesitant to admit it but... The Bachelor. The whole last season Officer and a Gentleman thing got me hooked again. Even though they broke up. And for the kids...SuperWhy on PBS, it's great for pre-readers and incorporates good messages as well...cause when mom says you gotta "keep trying" or "practice makes perfect" it goes in one ear and out the other, but when a cartoon says it...gospel!
Stock picks: I bounced a check. No financial advice from me this month :)
September Babies! Well, one's an end of August baby..
Meet Tami's new baby Audrey
and Tarah's firstborn Ava
Friday, September 28, 2007
Darn it!
I had an idea that I thought for sure was going to make me millions! That idea was to have a site that will turn people blogs into books, like iBook or MyPublisher does with online photo galleries. A way to preserve our musings for posterity. So Sara was going to do the design (I just hadn't told her yet) and the rest of the work would have been farmed out to China (I made sure to keep connections there for situations just like this) leaving me as CEO but someone has beat me to the punch. And turns out there are actually multiple sites out there that do it. I guess I should have Googled the concept before I started calculating my profit. So if you want to turn your blog into a book you can go to:
Shared Book
BookSmart
BlogBinders
LJBook
Your Blog to Book
and my favorite (since I don't have my own) - Blurb
So this leads me to my next poll question...Is there always room at the top or Is there always someone out there better than you so why try?
Discuss. (or just vote)
Shared Book
BookSmart
BlogBinders
LJBook
Your Blog to Book
and my favorite (since I don't have my own) - Blurb
So this leads me to my next poll question...Is there always room at the top or Is there always someone out there better than you so why try?
Discuss. (or just vote)
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Occasionally, a nice long drive is good mommy therapy. And drive we did, up to the PCC and the temple visitors center in Laie. A 25 mile journey that takes an hour but one of the most beautiful 60 minutes ever. Bonus -both kids took a nap, which is what I was hoping for. Which is good because they needed it and I didn't feel like answering one of Avery's million questions about life. (Sometimes I wish I had one of those divider windows between the front and back seats, like in a limo) I just wanted to watch coastline, the kids walking home from school barefoot (Alise you would love it here) and revel in the still novel fact that we live on an island.
And...Avery and I took an hour long Ukelele lesson at the PCC. I now know 4 chords and can, in theory, play "You are my Sunshine". It doesn't sound like an actual song to me but strumming it makes me feel like a local.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
And they all rolled over and one fell out...
Usually I sleep well. So well that I don't hear Ben's alarm go off. And, because we let our kids sleep in our bed when they are little I don't have to get up (or wake up even) for feedings so it's great. We've never even owned a crib. The baby is put to sleep in a pack n play bassinet next to our bed until they wake up and come into bed with us. Or sometimes they just start the night off sleeping on Ben. This works for us because Ben, having shared a queen sized bed his entire life (except on his mission we hope) with at least one, and probably up to four people, doesn't move an inch when he sleeps. And I have the motherly instinct/GPS that allows me to know where my kids are positioned at all times so I don't roll on them.Our pediatrician had said that this was fine and when I asked if it would be hard to get Avery out of our bed because we had allowed this all her life he said, when she turns one she will probably want her own space. And magically, she did. At that point we were on the road with Ben's rotations for 9 months so she transitioned into a jr. Aero bed and then to her big girl bunk bed when we were "stable" again. Fine. So, after this rather long, pointless explanation of our sleeping habits comes the story. Back to Usually I sleep well... So, last night when everyone is in their correct location I hear a whisper at our door. It's Avery (obviously, because Miles doesn't talk, much less whisper) "Mom" I pretend not to hear her. "Mom" "Mom, can I sleep in your bed?" as she's making the ascent no matter what my answer is. I don't mind. She always gives me a nice squeeze and an "I love you mom" to ensure I won't send her back to her room. Fine. She doesn't take up much room and Ben is staying in his allotted 18 inches. Back to sleep until Miles feels lonely in his "crib" and wants to snuggle too. He comes over, falls back asleep and the kids start doing gymnastics in their sleep. Miles wants to sleep like the picture in the book. Avery, trying to avoid him, makes her way to the bottom of the bed and I realize that there is not room for 5 pillows and 4 humans on our queen. I realize that there is a book I want to read anyway. I take my reading light, a pillow and our duvet and make a nice little bed on the floor and before long I realize how nice it is to be all alone. And there I sleep.
Some might say it's time for the kids to stay in their own beds. I just think it 's time for a bigger bed.
P.S. - Of course Avery decides, after weeks of no accidents in her own bed, which has a waterproof mattress cover, to wet our bed the next morning. Luckily everyone else was up but does anyone know how to clean memory foam?
Speaking of Bananas...
I cannot stop making Chelsey's banana bread. I have the recipe memorized. I can even half, double or triple it in my head with relative ease and I am not a math person...but I am a FOOD person! It takes less than 6 minutes to whip up, and that includes getting the ingredients out of the cabinets. Beat that Rachel Ray! Last night for our Family Home Evening treat I threw in some wheat germ, chocolate chips and walnuts for added nutrition (flavonoids, Omega 3's and whatever wheat germ is good for). And not only can I not stop making it. I cannot stop eating it! Usually bananas are only good to me when they barely lose that last tinge of green (about one day) but now I almost can't wait for them to get "old".
Thursday, September 20, 2007
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
We just discovered yet another fruit tree in our jungle of a backyard. Bananas! They were just hiding among some other palms.
Add that to the Guava, Pumelos (technically our neighbors tree but they said we can have some), Mango and Coconuts and we have quite the tropical fruit salad! All ours for only $2900 a month!
Avery and Elmo watching the trees grow.
Here is some Bonus material for the grandparents (in other words boring for everyone else) of Miles w/ his Pumelo. I think he is giving it a medical exam:
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
We all have our secrets
Once you've borne a child, your body is never the same. You may get back down to your pre-pregnancy weight, sure, but it's never quite the same. I'm not saying that it can't even be better. I don't mind my slightly curvier shape myself but there are some identifiable "trouble" areas. As a bonafide apple (which are you?) I have a surplus of dangerous visceral fat that has me destined for heart disease, diabetes, depression or myriad cancers. So far I feel fine (knock on wood), but in some clothes it just looks terrible. Would I trade for my trouble to lie somewhere else? I'm not sure...then I'd have to exchange my futile crunches for some equally annoying move like lunges so I'll just work with what I've got. And what I've got is a secret weapon called Higher Power, by Spanx. Thanks to Sara Blakley I can slip, okay slightly struggle, into this hosiery and voila! Goodbye propensity for heart disease...as far as everyone else can tell. I remember when I first got them, after having Avery. Ben was skeptical at first but even he is a believer now. To the point that he feels like he can tell me which outfits I might want to wear them with. For instance, we were going to church and he said (of course by this time we were already walking in, so too late to do anything) "you might want to wear your Spanky's with that dress" and I say "I am wearing them" he says "well, then your Spanx have lost their spank."
I guess it's time to sign up for auto-delivery.
I guess it's time to sign up for auto-delivery.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Monday Morning Randomness
So I just tried the Schick Intuition razor...and I may just start shaving again! Is that Ben I hear cheering? I have been waxing almost exclusively for the last ten years (thanks to a dear little Persian roommate who once asked me those very special seven little words "do you want me to wax you?"). I have used it all from Nad's to homemade wax, some good some not so good. I've even been professionally waxed a few times but feel like I can do just as good a job at home as long as I have a bathroom door that locks (kids and hot wax do not mix).
Honestly, I thought by this point my hair would have gotten the picture and stopped growing, and it is finer to a degree, but the problem with waxing is that you have to grow the hair out to a certain length to grasp it and even 1/4 inch isn't pretty. In the past I have usually only noticed (or cared) in the summer or at church when I look at my legs and compare them to the bald beauties around them (honestly, how does 90% of the female population maintain such smoothness? I'm so jealous) but at that point it's too late and I might as well go another week before I do anything about it. But now that I need to be beach ready at every moment, something has got to change. Which is why I am so glad I tried this razor (which I got for Christmas last year from gma Maggie...wait, was that an attempted intervention?! Very sneaky to give Britt the same thing even though she falls into the aforementioned 90%). So I wasn't loving the buky design and I despise their commercials (but who watches commercials anymore, that is sooo 2005) nonetheless, it is glorious to use. No shaving cream (which sometimes I like to use even when I'm not shaving cause I like the smell. Sorry Ben, now you know why yours always runs out so quickly-and for the record I do NOT like the new kind you are using) required, so I love the simplicity and ease of use. It comes with a handy suction-cup holder thingy to keep it away from tiny fingers. And the blades are super sharp (or maybe that's just compared to my pink Daisy razor that I've been using for the last year...those are disposable, what?!). So I've only used it once, but it has my whole-hearted recommendation. I'll let you know when I use it again next week.
In other news...Ben and I gave talks in church yesterday. So if anyone is asked to speak on patience or integrity in the future we'll sell them to you cheap. (I really do want to start a talk swap since I was able to piggyback a talk off of Sara's sisters topic a few months back and it made it way less painful)
As usual, we both made jokes that people didn't find funny, didn't get or didn't hear (excuse me bishop, is this mic on?). At least there was no audible laughter but it's not like you can really scan the crowd after you say something that you thought was funny to see if anyone got it. One joke that Ben made was "When we were given the topics to speak on, it was an easy decision who would speak on what, because if i spoke on patience you might see, for the first time, someone burst into flames at the pulpit" Of course I laughed. I love his jokes and I laugh at all of them. Which is the reason, as Kit says, that Ben married me. My jokes were more along the lines of the usual spouse-depreciating flavor. "I thought that I had better be the one to give a brief introduction on our family, to save Ben the embarrassment of not knowing how old are children are", for example. In a nutshell, I spoke on patience with others, ourselves and with God and Ben spoke on integrity as a symbol of our religion. We survived. And now we can rest easy until we are moving and are asked to give the obligate "we'd better use them one last time" farewell talk.
And lastly, somebody warn McKay : Man dies after 3-day gaming binge
Honestly, I thought by this point my hair would have gotten the picture and stopped growing, and it is finer to a degree, but the problem with waxing is that you have to grow the hair out to a certain length to grasp it and even 1/4 inch isn't pretty. In the past I have usually only noticed (or cared) in the summer or at church when I look at my legs and compare them to the bald beauties around them (honestly, how does 90% of the female population maintain such smoothness? I'm so jealous) but at that point it's too late and I might as well go another week before I do anything about it. But now that I need to be beach ready at every moment, something has got to change. Which is why I am so glad I tried this razor (which I got for Christmas last year from gma Maggie...wait, was that an attempted intervention?! Very sneaky to give Britt the same thing even though she falls into the aforementioned 90%). So I wasn't loving the buky design and I despise their commercials (but who watches commercials anymore, that is sooo 2005) nonetheless, it is glorious to use. No shaving cream (which sometimes I like to use even when I'm not shaving cause I like the smell. Sorry Ben, now you know why yours always runs out so quickly-and for the record I do NOT like the new kind you are using) required, so I love the simplicity and ease of use. It comes with a handy suction-cup holder thingy to keep it away from tiny fingers. And the blades are super sharp (or maybe that's just compared to my pink Daisy razor that I've been using for the last year...those are disposable, what?!). So I've only used it once, but it has my whole-hearted recommendation. I'll let you know when I use it again next week.
In other news...Ben and I gave talks in church yesterday. So if anyone is asked to speak on patience or integrity in the future we'll sell them to you cheap. (I really do want to start a talk swap since I was able to piggyback a talk off of Sara's sisters topic a few months back and it made it way less painful)
As usual, we both made jokes that people didn't find funny, didn't get or didn't hear (excuse me bishop, is this mic on?). At least there was no audible laughter but it's not like you can really scan the crowd after you say something that you thought was funny to see if anyone got it. One joke that Ben made was "When we were given the topics to speak on, it was an easy decision who would speak on what, because if i spoke on patience you might see, for the first time, someone burst into flames at the pulpit" Of course I laughed. I love his jokes and I laugh at all of them. Which is the reason, as Kit says, that Ben married me. My jokes were more along the lines of the usual spouse-depreciating flavor. "I thought that I had better be the one to give a brief introduction on our family, to save Ben the embarrassment of not knowing how old are children are", for example. In a nutshell, I spoke on patience with others, ourselves and with God and Ben spoke on integrity as a symbol of our religion. We survived. And now we can rest easy until we are moving and are asked to give the obligate "we'd better use them one last time" farewell talk.
And lastly, somebody warn McKay : Man dies after 3-day gaming binge
Friday, September 14, 2007
It's a Grrrreat Day to be a Trinity Tiger!
I was at our city pool the other day about to swim a couple laps and one of the lifeguards asked me what my cap said. I showed her that it said Trinity and to my surprise she said "That's in San Antonio, right?". Turns out she had swam for a team that competed against us (she graduated a few years after me), but she is one of those insane distance swimmers so I wouldn't know of her anyhow. It's just funny how you cross paths with people some times that have some connection to your past. While I was swimming I was thinking about the good friends made and good times had on the pool deck and traveling around together so I thought I'd post a few memories.
The fabulous Shannon Clower with the fabulous Coach Ryan (who coined the phrase "It's a Great day to Be Trinity Tiger" Call him. It's probably on his his voice mail now.
This is a limited edition Coach Ryan doll (with your choice of three punishing workouts)that Shannon got from me when I was her "secret swimmer".
Me and Bama on the "best" day of my life. On our wedding day or shortly thereafter, Ben asked me if that (our wedding day) was the best day* of my life. Without pause, I told him second best. Conference finals 2000 was. I wasn't the fastest on our team by a long shot, much less the fastest in our conference. But that day (with the help of an extreme conditioning and tapering program, an awesome mixed tape (we didn't have MP3's back then) and a sisters memory spurring me on)I was the fastest in the 50 free, and beating those girls from Sewanee that were talking smack in the locker room felt real good. All while free and clear of all performance enhancing drugs...okay it wasn't that amazing of a feat. But it was a fun day, and thanks to Ryan Hansen who once said he Googled my name and actually came up with something, I did the same and found the results of that day here.
*not to be confused with best decision of my life
Thursday, September 13, 2007
The Little Mermaid..and her brother
Speaking of swimmers:
We've got a medley relay team here - Miles does back and breast stroke, Avery brings it home with the fly (at least the dolphin kick) and freestyle.
Note- That is not Miles nor Avery coughing in the third video, and yes, those are the same goggles I was wearing in 2000. Apparently they don't get much exposure to the elements.
Okay gpa, you're the judge. Does she qualify for the grand prize?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
"Do you want fries with that?"
Since we moved here the topic of preschool comes up quite often...people always want to know how old Avery is, inevitably followed by the question "what preschool is she going to?" Since I haven't given it much thought I say "I don't know, I haven't given it much thought". And I know this isn't a big deal and that people are either trying to start mommy small talk or help me adjust to a new place but I feel slightly embarrassed that I hadn't actually planned on her going to preschool. I didn't realize it was compulsory. That was, until we went through the McDonalds drive-thru and the cashier looks in the backseat at Abes and says to her "why aren't you in school?"! She's in a carseat. She's three! And I was particularly sensitive to the subject since it's been on my mind.
So, is there something wrong with me for not wanting her to go to preschool? I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with preschool itself. We did a pre-school co-op last year and it was fun but she hasn't asked to go back and she didn't (nor did I) particularly enjoy the rush to get dressed, eat breakfast, and hurry up to the car. I like having her around and so does Miles, we go to playgroups and libraries and do all sorts of stuff (we now have an annual pass to the PCC for goodness sakes), we even have a loose routine. But am I crippling her in someway by resisting? Please weigh-in.
It's 10 am and both of my kids are asleep, Miles just went down for his morning nap, Avery should be waking up anytime now and I get to have breakfast and read or do whatever. I like our lazy mornings and our non-schedule for now. Kindergarten will come soon enough.
So, is there something wrong with me for not wanting her to go to preschool? I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with preschool itself. We did a pre-school co-op last year and it was fun but she hasn't asked to go back and she didn't (nor did I) particularly enjoy the rush to get dressed, eat breakfast, and hurry up to the car. I like having her around and so does Miles, we go to playgroups and libraries and do all sorts of stuff (we now have an annual pass to the PCC for goodness sakes), we even have a loose routine. But am I crippling her in someway by resisting? Please weigh-in.
It's 10 am and both of my kids are asleep, Miles just went down for his morning nap, Avery should be waking up anytime now and I get to have breakfast and read or do whatever. I like our lazy mornings and our non-schedule for now. Kindergarten will come soon enough.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Avery's 1st Talk
Avery was asked to give a talk in Primary. Topic - choose one of the Articles of Faith.
She choose the second one. We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression.
She chose this because she likes the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. So being that she doesn't really understand any of the Articles of Faith we thought she could segue from this one into talking about what she does know. And what she does know is "Adam and Eve disobeyed and ate the fruit from their dad's tree. But we're not punished for their sins" {laughter} Avery sits down, turns around in her seat and tells everyone "It's not funny that they were bad!"
She choose the second one. We believe that men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression.
She chose this because she likes the story of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. So being that she doesn't really understand any of the Articles of Faith we thought she could segue from this one into talking about what she does know. And what she does know is "Adam and Eve disobeyed and ate the fruit from their dad's tree. But we're not punished for their sins" {laughter} Avery sits down, turns around in her seat and tells everyone "It's not funny that they were bad!"
I'll try to get her to retell it and videotape it.
If I do. It'll be posted here.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
The Luau
If there was ever a time to forget your camera, this was not it. So bear with me as I describe the festivities. We missed the "opening ceremony" so I have nothing to report about that. However, having participated in the remainder of the evening I wished I had been the first one there. In the parking lot of the church a full-fledged carnival was underway. A castle shaped bounce house, cotton candy machine, popcorn stand, miscellaneous games (darts, ring toss, fishing, free throws etc.) and prizes galore. When I went inside, I thought maybe I had stumbled upon a wedding reception but the larger-than-life size image of the honoree riding in a carriage above the stage eliminated any doubt. There were lights, centerpieces and a live band. Towers and archways of balloons. And about 250 people. The food was traditional luau fare including kalua pig, steamed crab (black and red), lomi lomi salmon, poke, squid luau, sweet potato, poi and haupia (see a picture of what it might look like here) and for the first time I actually enjoyed the poi as I found out it is meant to eaten with something, like lomi salmon for instance.
I must interject that I thought that I threw a pretty darn good fake luau for Avery's first bday. Granted, I served mexican food, but it was a luau anyhow. But this party would put all of my parties combined to shame. This party was like 'my super sweet sixteen" for a one year old.
After dinner there was slide show, it was only fair to stay since we had just scored big on loot at the "carnival" (avery got an awesome j.lo necklace) and had enjoyed a major feast, plus, how long could a slide show of her first and only year of life be (i should have thought about how long a slide show of avery's first year of life would be before I passed judgement) and there were two tables full of party favors for those who made it to the end (that made me want to retrieve the gift I had brought and return with something far more worthy of the occasion). So we stayed (even though the band was playing the slightly uncomfortable "Keep Hawaiian Lands in Hawaiian Hands", is it just me or is everyone staring at us...(can't they see that Ben clearly is 1/16 Hawiian?) (mental note - work on tan)) and I'm glad we did. The slide show was only 5 songs long and we got our gift bags and were able to leave, happy, exhausted and high on cotton candy.
I must interject that I thought that I threw a pretty darn good fake luau for Avery's first bday. Granted, I served mexican food, but it was a luau anyhow. But this party would put all of my parties combined to shame. This party was like 'my super sweet sixteen" for a one year old.
After dinner there was slide show, it was only fair to stay since we had just scored big on loot at the "carnival" (avery got an awesome j.lo necklace) and had enjoyed a major feast, plus, how long could a slide show of her first and only year of life be (i should have thought about how long a slide show of avery's first year of life would be before I passed judgement) and there were two tables full of party favors for those who made it to the end (that made me want to retrieve the gift I had brought and return with something far more worthy of the occasion). So we stayed (even though the band was playing the slightly uncomfortable "Keep Hawaiian Lands in Hawaiian Hands", is it just me or is everyone staring at us...(can't they see that Ben clearly is 1/16 Hawiian?) (mental note - work on tan)) and I'm glad we did. The slide show was only 5 songs long and we got our gift bags and were able to leave, happy, exhausted and high on cotton candy.
Gift Bag for Prince Miles.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Nurse, can you call my wife and tell her I'll be late for dinner.
We usually schedule dinner around the 30 minute warning I get from Ben when he's leaving the hospital. Tonight, we had the missionaries scheduled to come at 5:30. When the calendar comes around at church I generally pass because I can't guarantee that Ben will be available but with this easier rotation and that fact that he has been home by noon for the last two Fridays I thought that today would be a good opportunity and a sure thing that he would be home.
It's 9:41. He's still not here or even on his way.
He called at 12:30 to tell me that he probably wouldn't make it before 6. So I rescheduled with them for between 6:15 and 6:30. He called again at 4 to say he probably wouldn't make it before 7. I rescheduled with them for 7. At 6:20 he called to say he could stay or come home but probably needed to stay and I agreed. He said he would probably be able to make it by 8, which was the latest the missionaries could come. When they called to get our address I asked if they could still come at 8 but they had to be at an appt. at 8:30 in the next town so I said come over at 7:30 and I'll have a plate ready to go (they are not permitted to visit a "single" female alone). Unfortunately, in all the scheduling and rescheduling they arrived at 7 and I was in the kitchen chopping avocado, wearing only a towel and a hairnet. Okay, just a towel. Not appropriate attire while having these righteous young men over, or anyone for that matter. Before they can get out of their car I dash into my room, close the windows and change with Miles crying cause I left his sight and bacon burning on the (Foreman) grill. I return, welcome the missionaries to sit outside on the lanai still hoping that Ben will make it home, if only for dessert. That's when I get the call. Luckily when I saw the hospitals number come up on caller ID I wasn't snippy because it was one of the OR nurses calling to tell me that "Dr. Westbrook" (ha) wouldn't be making it home in time for his guests.
So the missionaries got a fabulous meal (if I do say so myself), served in courses (only because I was still running 30 minutes behind and I couldn't really sit and chat with them anyway) and Ben gets:
-Spinich Salad with Tomato, Avocado, (slightly burnt) Bacon & Grilled Shrimp Skewers
(it's supposed to be served wilted...but not that wilted)
-Popovers
(the reason they are supposed to be consumed immediately is because they deflate)
-Kalbi Ribs
(can be reheated, so those were fine)
-Macadamia Nut Chocolate Chip Cookies
(if I'm left alone with a freshly baked cookie for that long, they will not survive the wait. sorry)
It's 9:57, he's leaving the hospital now. Bon Apetite.
It's 9:41. He's still not here or even on his way.
He called at 12:30 to tell me that he probably wouldn't make it before 6. So I rescheduled with them for between 6:15 and 6:30. He called again at 4 to say he probably wouldn't make it before 7. I rescheduled with them for 7. At 6:20 he called to say he could stay or come home but probably needed to stay and I agreed. He said he would probably be able to make it by 8, which was the latest the missionaries could come. When they called to get our address I asked if they could still come at 8 but they had to be at an appt. at 8:30 in the next town so I said come over at 7:30 and I'll have a plate ready to go (they are not permitted to visit a "single" female alone). Unfortunately, in all the scheduling and rescheduling they arrived at 7 and I was in the kitchen chopping avocado, wearing only a towel and a hairnet. Okay, just a towel. Not appropriate attire while having these righteous young men over, or anyone for that matter. Before they can get out of their car I dash into my room, close the windows and change with Miles crying cause I left his sight and bacon burning on the (Foreman) grill. I return, welcome the missionaries to sit outside on the lanai still hoping that Ben will make it home, if only for dessert. That's when I get the call. Luckily when I saw the hospitals number come up on caller ID I wasn't snippy because it was one of the OR nurses calling to tell me that "Dr. Westbrook" (ha) wouldn't be making it home in time for his guests.
So the missionaries got a fabulous meal (if I do say so myself), served in courses (only because I was still running 30 minutes behind and I couldn't really sit and chat with them anyway) and Ben gets:
-Spinich Salad with Tomato, Avocado, (slightly burnt) Bacon & Grilled Shrimp Skewers
(it's supposed to be served wilted...but not that wilted)
-Popovers
(the reason they are supposed to be consumed immediately is because they deflate)
-Kalbi Ribs
(can be reheated, so those were fine)
-Macadamia Nut Chocolate Chip Cookies
(if I'm left alone with a freshly baked cookie for that long, they will not survive the wait. sorry)
It's 9:57, he's leaving the hospital now. Bon Apetite.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
Reminiscing...
I know it is Labor Day but I finally uploaded these pictures Heidi & Sara took of our houseboating trip over Memorial Day weekend. God Bless America!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Bloggers Beware
WIFE CUTS OFF HUSBANDS HAND TO CURE INTERNET ADDICTION
August 31,2007. Ananova
A Chinese wife has cut her husband's right hand off because of his internet addiction.
Jiang Ming of Chengdu city promised his wife, He Ling, that he would not go on the internet anymore and would spend more time at home to take care of their newborn son.
But after a short time he started to sneak into nearby internet cafes again.
Jiang Ming of Chengdu city promised his wife, He Ling, that he would not go on the internet anymore and would spend more time at home to take care of their newborn son.
But after a short time he started to sneak into nearby internet cafes again.
"I was on the internet, and suddenly felt a numbness in my right hand. The arrow on the screen stopped moving," says Jiang Ming.
"Then I found that my right hand was on the mouse pad, and blood was shooting out."
In court, the husband pleaded with the judge to release his wife, since he was to blame for breaking his promise.
The court has adjourned and will announce its verdict on another date, reports Chongqing Evening News.
"Then I found that my right hand was on the mouse pad, and blood was shooting out."
In court, the husband pleaded with the judge to release his wife, since he was to blame for breaking his promise.
The court has adjourned and will announce its verdict on another date, reports Chongqing Evening News.
OTHER NEWS FROM 中国...
BEIJING INTRODUCES ANIMATED POLICE TO PATROL INTERNET
AP, BEIJING Thursday, Aug 30, 2007
Police in Beijing said they will start patrolling the Web using animated beat officers that pop up on a user's browser and walk, bike or drive across the screen warning them to stay away from illegal Internet content. The cartoon alerts will appear every half hour on China's top portals. The animated police appeared designed to startle Web surfers and remind them that authorities closely monitor Web activity. However, the statement did not say whether there were plans to further boost monitoring.
The male and female cartoon officers, will offer a text warning to surfers to abide by the law and tips on Internet security as they move across the screen in a virtual car, motorcycle or on foot, it said.
August Recap
Ben- After thinking I might have to launch a "save Jerome" campaign, being that the long, stressful days of being a bottom-dwelling intern were starting to take a toll on the personality we all love so much, Ben is back. His alter-ego may be gone forever; there's not room in the hospital for a Dr. Jerome anyhow, and if there was he would keep the legal team busy that's for sure. So what caused this rally? A short vacation and visit with one of his brothers for one and a change of rotations to top it off. Ben is currently the plastic surgeon on call at the hospital. (Does that worry anyone else?) Although on call 24/7 this month (I am finding the pager on the hip surprisingly attractive) he doesn't have to leave until 6am and can be home as early as noon! (once a week) The attending doc actually told him, that he didn't expect him to leave at 1pm every day but that if he stayed past 3pm he would think less of him and not more. What that means for us is more guitar playing, more tinkering around the house (he built a nice little outdoor shower), some skateboarding, and commandeering of the television for football, tennis and team USA bball (just when do you go back to the hospital?). The unsettling part...Ben has a 500 page book of breasts that he "has" to study. And he likes to say he's "making the world a better place, one breast at a time". I hope it's two at a time and I'd like to remind him that he should spend as much time studying noses and eyelids just to be fair.
On a more sacred note...At church we were called to be ward missionaries. We have done this before back when it was a stake assignment and enjoy supporting the full-time elders/sisters with their needs. And it's an easy one to work around a tight schedule such as Ben's. Since our church doesn't have a paid clergy, the members are relied upon to take leadership and teaching positions in various auxialliaries which is a calling. So far, I have also taught primary (11 year old boys, what a challenge), Young Women and been a cub scout den mother. The last two were probably my favorite. But It'll be a great way to meet people that's for sure. It's still weird for me to actually leave immediately after church and not chit chat in the hall, although Ben is glad for that.
Avery- Has made great strides in being helpful around the house. She learned how to clean her room and she can perform her bedtime routine (potty, brush, pj's, read book) with minimal supervision and is often the one who gets the process started. She has also accomplished a basic 8 foot swim to the wall and is determined to really learn now that grandpa Mark has promised her a bike when she can officially be called a swimmer. A pink one.
She has become rather concerned lately about her intake of food and drink. When I offer her water, milk, etc. she says "oh but it'll make me pee" and likewise food, will make her do you know what. Her other concern and one that made her all but stop eating one day was the fear that if she kept eating she "would become a giant" and she wants to "maybe become as big as mom and dad, but not as big as a giant". I guess this is all of our encouragement to eat so she'll grow "big and strong" backfiring.
Miles- Still our love bug (or "Herbie" as Ben calls him) but he is getting feisty and I am seeing what having a little boy entails. We don't have many boy toys but we do have some generic unisex baby things of which he instinctually prefers the cars, trucks and mechanical type things. He will bring me balls to play "catch" (or roll, depending on the ball) and he has started to climb on anything and everything. Today he climbed up an entire slide at the park. Maybe he really is a Gecko! But I'm glad that he and Avery can already play with each other. Although today I got to experience the "Mommmm, Miles is touching me" whine from the back seat for the first time.
I've also determined that Ben must pay Miles to keep me on task and on my feet all day. If I even sit down for a second he is there to get me up again. He always wants to see what I am cooking and is generally on my hip all day long. That is until Ben gets home. Then he must be off duty because he goes off and plays by himself.
Miles may also be in the running for a bike as he is a darn good swimmer himself. He kicks his little legs hard on command and can hold on to the side and try to pull himself up. I have let him "swim" by himself under water which he doesn't mind but I don't think the lifeguards like that very much. It's just like being back in the womb!
Also, Miles has chosen what his second word will be recorded in the books as. And that word is....Kit. Great. He also popped a second tooth.
Brittany - She's back in the blog. I know that I have had my brush with celebrity this month with the Dog but alas Britt has outdone me again seeing not one but two major stars. And I mean major. Firstly, while casually browsing in the menswear dept. at Fashion Island, Britt's gal pal says "oh, that guy is really big, he must be an NBA player" Britt glances up and is looking directly into the eyes of none other than the Black Mamba* (or the link that I prefer - Black Mamba, I particularly enjoy the part about her strength level) himself. What does one do when your eyes lock with number 24, perhaps the greatest to ever play the game? You quickly look away. Even though you are close enough to touch him. Or smile and say hello. Or get the sales associate to take your picture with him because your brother-in-law would really appreciate a text of you with his favorite athlete. Or look away.
He bought underwear.
The other encounter, that probably would have been more exciting had one not seen Kobe the week before, was our favorite British transplant. Yes, Victoria Beckham was enjoying some quietude at the same posh (hee hee) Santa Barbara getaway that Britt and Sam were at to celebrate his bday. Happy Belated.
August Stock Picks
COST (Costco) Up 60.12 to 61.75 +1.63
HON (Honeywell) Down 57.15 to 56.15 +1.00
ERTS (Electronic Arts) Up 48.10 to 52.94 +4.84
*Disclaimer - Black Mamba is NOT a name that I or anyone I associate with, gave to Kobe Bryant. Even though it turns out to be female comic book character, he gave it to himself. I think he was going more for the deadliest snake in the world connotation but maybe he should have done a little more research on that one.
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