“Be like a duck. Calm on the surface but paddling like the dickens underneath.”

~Michael Caine

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Picture this: You're walking through a mall. There is a large group of people in front of you walking in a line perpendicular to the direction you are walking. They all stop at once, blocking your path. You say 'excuse me' and 'pardon me' but they don't speak english and just stare at you like deer in the headlights. You make a little wiggling movement with your head and your body to make it seem like you're trying to get through. They stare then turn around and start walking again with you stuck behind them. You sigh with defeat. But then......you see an opening. You're excited...you might finally get past them. You hurriedly walk toward the wide space to the left of the slow perpendicular walking herd of foreign deer people when you are met by on coming walkers. Ugh. You want to push through the obviously brainless crowd of humans and say "GET OUT OF MY WAY!", but...that would be rude. You say to your self 'I'm not a rude person.'. So, you walk at the excruciatingly slow pace of the herd resorting to reading the next chapter of your book secretly hoping that you will 'accidentally' bump one of the herd members while you are so engrossed in the really super interesting book you're reading. This sparks an idea. You start to plot. You think to yourself if you 'accidentally' bump into one of them, they would move out of the way and you could get through. You decide that you are actually going to go through with it. You speed up your pace pretending to be throughly involved in your book when all of a sudden...

...the whole group turns in the opposite direction you need to go. Yippee! Back to work you go.

Monday, July 13, 2009

You want a what?!?

After a long day of swimming and playing at our friend Tiffany's house, we finally made it home. When we went inside, the house was very stuffy even though all of the windows were left open all day. I told Emma to go put on her pajamas. She asked if she could sleep in her undies because it was so hot. I said that was fine and as she was about to get into her bed she asked me "Mommy, I want one of those things for 5 year olds." "What things?" I ask back. "You know those things that go like this (she motioned across her chest) and over your shoulders and then you buckle it in the back." Perplexed I ask "A bra?". She answers "Yeah, they have them for 5 year olds. I want one so that no one can see my boobs." It took everything I had to contain my laughter. I ended up telling her that we could look into getting her some undershirts. What am I gonna do with this girl...

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Holy Moly Guacamole!

Is there anything cuter than a two year old trying to master the english language? I don't think so. While visiting grandpa's house on Sunday, Tommy was eating chips and guacamole. We told him to say guacamole. It was so cute we made Ty get out his camera and record him saying guacamole. I could just squeeze him, but if I did he's yell at me. As most of you know, he's really good at that.

He is also becoming quite the little persuader. The men were working on the lighting on our patio. There were various tools and such strewn about and of course a ladder. Well I haven't met a kid yet that doesn't want to climb a ladder. It's definately a temptation that can't be resisted. Tommy walks up to the ladder and in his two year old lingo says to me "Mommy, I up here, yes or no, yeeesss?" Little bugger. Trying to persuade me to let him climb the ladder. As I've said before, the cuteness is a survival mechanism.