Photo Op

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I got some great advice at my baby shower- one grandma told me that her daughter took a picture every month on her kid's "birthday" and that way she had a really neat timeline of her kids growth. All of us parents know how hard it is to keep up with photos of the kids, especially as we keep adding more kids! We have some in spurts, like when there were a lot of events, and then weeks go by without a single photo. They're always doing something funny (especially when they're 2), but to get them to keep doing it long enough to go get the camera and to hold still while you take the photo is another challenge all together.

So I've been taking photos of Duke on the 28th of every month, without fail. That being the other day, I went in to capture the moment while he was very intently reading one of his books:

He heard me, and wanted to pose (unusual: usually he wants nothing to do with having his photo taken).

Then I tried to get some shots of the two of us (I'm not posting them, I look terrible!). But then the dinosaurs apparently needed to be documented. And his books. And all his other toys.

This is just a sample population. Thank God for digital cameras- I can't imagine having driven to the store, dropped off the film, waited, driven back and having to PAY for these!

Don't Tread on Me

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A Lesson in Brotherly Love

I was cleaning the kitchen (why is it that I spend more time in the kitchen cleaning than cooking?) on Sunday afternoon. It was quiet in the house, which meant that no one was crying and the dogs weren't barking and Duke wasn't running down the halls singing. In fact I couldn't hear him at all.

Darrell comes in the kitchen and says, "He's in Lilly's room, did you know that?" I said no, I hadn't heard him in there (which if you know Duke is amazing; he is NEVER silent, or still for that matter). Lilly was on the floor on her tummy-time boppy. Carrying on with my duties, Darrell says he doesn't trust him in there with her alone. He walks into her room, is gone for a minute and then walks out.

Duke was lying on the floor next to Baby Lilly, stroking her head.

Truth In Advertising

Saturday, July 18, 2009

(*if you have an aversion to hearing about natural bodily functions, do not read this*)

Fiber. It's the buzzword these days. Lots of people believe that most illnesses and diseases start from problems in the digestive track. Some companies have made products to help getting your daily dose more palatable, especially if your normal diet doesn't include much of the green stuff or home-cooked anything.

Let me give you a little piece of advice:
If someone offers you a Fiber One bar, run away. And if someone you know has eaten one in the last 24 hours, run far away, fast.

Sadly, these bars taste absolutely delicious. My mom gave me one to try yesterday. I was really surprised at how good it was. I added it to my grocery list for my weekly shopping. But then, a few hours later, it happened. The. Worst. Gas. EVER. Frequency, force and nastiness. Not only did my little bar come with these goodies, it also felt as if I had eaten 4 cups of very absorbent cardboard that had suddenly swelled up like our wood laminate flooring after a heavy rain. My mom had been suffering similar symptoms; I know knew what they were from.

(As a side note, my apologies to anyone who tried to shop at Target this morning and found that the location had been evacuated. Since I have pledged abstinence, I can assure you that this will not happen again; at least not because of me.)

Granted, I eat a lot of vegetables. I mean a lot. And I take a fiber supplement, eat whole grains, etc. So perhaps this "35% of my RDA" just put me way over the top. WAAAAAAY over.

Surely my mother and I can't be the only ones of you out there who've had trouble with these. Yes, they are delicious and I hear the chocolate flavor ones are great, but please, do yourself and your house mates a favor. Eat some veggies instead.

Hi, My Name is Whitney

Thursday, July 9, 2009

And I am an addict.

I am totally addicted to the Internet. When I got my new phone a few months ago and was told that I had to have the data package, I was disappointed. One, because I didn't want to pay for it. Two, because I was sure I'd never use it and three because I really didn't want to be that connected.

Slowly, over the last few months I have gone from cringing when I heard an email come in to checking my email on my phone, obsessively, every few moments.

And don't even get me started on Facebook. I can't even count the number of times that I pull that up just to see what everyone has been doing in the last 2 minutes since I refreshed the page before!

Apparently I have too much free time on my hands. Ha!