Very exciting! I wish him luck on this first medical mission and hope for a safe return. In the meantime, I'll be watching a new series of sorts.....Parenthood or White Collar. Any other suggestions?
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Vietnam
In honor of Mat heading to Vietnam in a few days, I decided to hit our local Asian market to send his stomach out the right way. I made some sushi, bought some little Asian treats and now all we need is his stomach to feed. Where are you Mat?
Very exciting! I wish him luck on this first medical mission and hope for a safe return. In the meantime, I'll be watching a new series of sorts.....Parenthood or White Collar. Any other suggestions?
Very exciting! I wish him luck on this first medical mission and hope for a safe return. In the meantime, I'll be watching a new series of sorts.....Parenthood or White Collar. Any other suggestions?
Becket's new do after 7.5 yrs
Becket's hair has always long and shaggy with a hint of curl his whole 8yr old life minus his baldness until age 2 :) It was getting too wingy dingy on the sides and staticky most days so I threw up my hands and got him an appointment. And you all know when you make up your mind about hair it has to be done tomorrow.
On the way there, I kind of had to prep Becket with what I was about to do because he likes to worry. I told him if he didn't like it, it would always grow back. He in return was so fidgety in his seat and repeatedly tried to politely tell me why this wasn't a good idea for the whole ride down there.
After he got his rock star haircut and doused with attention, he couldn't help but smile about it. Even cuter, he couldn't wait to show his number one hero, his dad.
As for the girls, no cuts for them, but they did start a interpretive dance party in the front of the salon with some of the employees.Wow!
On the way there, I kind of had to prep Becket with what I was about to do because he likes to worry. I told him if he didn't like it, it would always grow back. He in return was so fidgety in his seat and repeatedly tried to politely tell me why this wasn't a good idea for the whole ride down there.
After he got his rock star haircut and doused with attention, he couldn't help but smile about it. Even cuter, he couldn't wait to show his number one hero, his dad.
As for the girls, no cuts for them, but they did start a interpretive dance party in the front of the salon with some of the employees.Wow!
Downton Abbey
My new show that we sadly just finished Sunday night was none other than Downton Abbey. I know there is a lot a buzz! I've been talking about it to everyone. If you don't like old English ways, then you need to at least appreciate their costume designer. Highly recommended from the Harris Family to yours.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Worse than dreaming you were naked in front of a crowd
So, you know those mom moments where you forget that you were supposed to be somewhere at a certain time and totally spaced it? Happened last Tuesday. Picked up Becket from scouts and needed to get some produce. Shopping, shopping, shopping along when I get a phone call from Becket's teacher Ms. Yawn, "Are you coming?"
Me, " Uh, coming where?" as I'm frantically picking through my file in my head trying to find some clue where she would have me be.
Ms. Yawn, "It's the story telling competition tonight for district and Becket was to represent us."
Me, "Right! On my way."
Ms. Yawn: "He's up after three people."
Me, "Stall if you can."
Check out, rush my kids to the car and I head onto State Street which is packed with traffic.
Ms. Yawn calls in a whisper, "Where are you Becket is up!"
Me: "Stuck in traffic! I'm so sorry and so embarrassed. I have food in my car for all of you if you can just wait!" I don't know what I was thinking with offering them my carrot sticks and bananas, but I new that my little guy would be terribly upset if he didn't get to participate in the contest.
At this point on the road, your mental anxiety goes through sunroof. You're yelling at the stop lights, taking deep breaths, throwing the kids raspberries to keep them from peeping, you're praying, yelling at your kids to pray, pep talking yourself and then finally you peel off to a side street just short of Dukes of Hazard style to find a faster route. I sped through those back neighborhoods like nobody should be doing, flying over the speed bump my weak night vision failed to see mind you, waking up Micah who is now crying only to find myself in the district parking lot. Whew! We run in frantically listening to our Jedi powers to find the room that the competition is in and fling open the doors. There before us were 25 parents and their small crying children, the judges, and the teachers staring at us. I tell myself, no need to make eye contact with any of them." They hand Becket the microphone, he jumps right into character and delivers. I whip out my phone and start filming and still trying to avoid eye contact. After it was over, I profusely apologized to Ms. Yawn and the judges and still avoided the parents. She was very understanding.
He didn't move on---but we made it, he shared it, and didn't shed it and I want to forget this ever happened. It's worse than dreaming that you were naked in front of a crowd.
Me, " Uh, coming where?" as I'm frantically picking through my file in my head trying to find some clue where she would have me be.
Ms. Yawn, "It's the story telling competition tonight for district and Becket was to represent us."
Me, "Right! On my way."
Ms. Yawn: "He's up after three people."
Me, "Stall if you can."
Check out, rush my kids to the car and I head onto State Street which is packed with traffic.
Ms. Yawn calls in a whisper, "Where are you Becket is up!"
Me: "Stuck in traffic! I'm so sorry and so embarrassed. I have food in my car for all of you if you can just wait!" I don't know what I was thinking with offering them my carrot sticks and bananas, but I new that my little guy would be terribly upset if he didn't get to participate in the contest.
At this point on the road, your mental anxiety goes through sunroof. You're yelling at the stop lights, taking deep breaths, throwing the kids raspberries to keep them from peeping, you're praying, yelling at your kids to pray, pep talking yourself and then finally you peel off to a side street just short of Dukes of Hazard style to find a faster route. I sped through those back neighborhoods like nobody should be doing, flying over the speed bump my weak night vision failed to see mind you, waking up Micah who is now crying only to find myself in the district parking lot. Whew! We run in frantically listening to our Jedi powers to find the room that the competition is in and fling open the doors. There before us were 25 parents and their small crying children, the judges, and the teachers staring at us. I tell myself, no need to make eye contact with any of them." They hand Becket the microphone, he jumps right into character and delivers. I whip out my phone and start filming and still trying to avoid eye contact. After it was over, I profusely apologized to Ms. Yawn and the judges and still avoided the parents. She was very understanding.
He didn't move on---but we made it, he shared it, and didn't shed it and I want to forget this ever happened. It's worse than dreaming that you were naked in front of a crowd.
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