Douglas loved mommy's artwork on his face, Reed really wanted some candy but there was no mouth hole on his mask and Isaac was ready to fly the instant I finished putting him in his macabre bat number. Our ward's trunk-or-treat party was this last Saturday and the boys were more than willing to test out their costumes. I have been shot at, webbed, and flown at several times since. They don't seem to be able to get out of character.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
I pretty much crossed over when I said "I do" to Chris. Like me, he too accepted all things Becky, including P & P, Twilight, Mozart, a love for traveling and the ocean. I have to admit, ever since I became a fan of warp speed, I actually pay attention or perk up when words like Captain Kirk, Spock, food simulator, the Borg, Kahn, and the Delta Quadrant come into conversations.
So, here comes a new and, as far as attractive cast goes, improved Star Trek! Yes, William Shatner had his attractions, I suppose, but this guy Chris Pine, will be awesome. Enough said, and Isaac is yelling at me, so just click on my "star trek" link to see the current trailer.
Finally, five months after graduation and a bar exam Chris has been sworn in and is officially a Lawyer. About time is all I have to say. But doesn't he look so cute in a suit while signing that yellow paper? I didn't get a picture of him with his hand up and swearing to do something legal, but I got plenty of it while we were stuck in traffic trying to get there on time. No wait, that was me. Yes, we were late because of one itty bitty accident and the need for all to slow down, turn, and look. We are just glad that Chris is a Williams (bottom of the alphabet) and not an Anderson.
Monday, October 20, 2008
I just read a wonderful book by Suzanne Collins called Hunger Games. The thing is, if you don't want to be super ticked off at the end wishing the next book in the trilogy was out, you shouldn't read it. Wait till the whole series has been written. I HATE starting a great book only to get to the end and learn that I have to WAIT till the next year to get more of the story. You know, I think I would even be willing to pay three times the amount for the book if they could just put it all into one huge volume. So, I'm determined to go and read something extremely fluffy in content so I can stop thinking about this book! And whatever it is it will NOT be a series. Please give it to me in one gamma globulin sized shot next time! It figures that this book was recommended by Stephenie Meyer, the queen of keeping us all in suspense with each new Twilight book. Boy, am I glad that that one finally came to a close!
As you can see, I have a hard time getting on with my life if my mind is still wrapped up in some sci-fi or fantasy type book. It's time for a historical piece where I know how it's going to end but get a little bit of entertainment from the writing style and some little known facts. "Now, how did the Revolutionary War end? Did a man ever land on the moon?" Wow, that was a great story and I can now sleep at night dreaming of cows jumping over moons or a proliferation of sheep with a passion for addition (not the frustrating areas of numbers that include subjects like algebra, trigonometry, calculus, and definitely keep the subjects of warp drive, vampires, and dragons out of the picture. Vampire sheep breathing fire while going "full speed ahead", not so much).
Illustration by Rob Scotton
P.S. Thank you Miss Austin for your beautiful and complete stories! This is why you are so loved by sane women everywhere. Mr. Darcy might also fit into that sheep-counting, cow-hopping, pleasant night sleep formula, that is if my husband isn't at home for me to talk his ear off before I fall asleep. In my opinion, it's always best to fall asleep in the middle of one's own sentence.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Perspective: a technique of depicting volumes and spatial relationships on a flat surface.
"From a dog's point of view his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog." -Mabel L. Robinson
"No wonder I'm dizzy, the world keeps spinning in circles."
Yesterday, while trying to get Isaac ready to go somewhere he decided to play the turn-in-circles-till-your-dizzy-and-fall-down game. I remember being able to do that when I was younger but somehow my vomit reflex kicked in at about age 24 and even a friendly looking teacup began to look like a future trip to the toilet, handle and all. Being at the carefree age of 3, Isaac has not yet acquired this spinning gag reflex dilemma. His greatest dilemmas or concerns would be maintaining garage door opening and closing privileges, recovering flown paper airplanes, wondering who's going to pull the sword out of the stone, and who's going to sit with him till he falls asleep at night. So, I could understand why he has not yet grasped the philosophical concept of seeing things from another's point of view. "But it's so fun when I can wipe my snotty nose on your pants. Don't you think it's fun?...No?...Here, let me do it again, maybe this time you'll see how fun it is..." At least when he sees that I'm moaning and my eyes are starting to water from a good Isaac head butting, he will always offer to kiss it better.
"I'm not wet, you're just extremely dry."
So, anyway, having not yet grasped the idea of another's point of view or perspective, he thought that as he finally lost balance during his spinning game, being plagued with a great case of dizziness, that we'd also be there experiencing his view of the world. While sitting in an unbalanced pose and pointing all around him, he asked "Do you see that? Do you see that?" In case we weren't paying any attention I guess he had to ask us if we too saw the earth tipping at a 45 degree angle while spinning to the right. I think he really believed that we were all living in a would absent of a perspective strengthening agent called V8 (in case you don't know what I'm talking about, that's a referrence to the old V8 commercials where they are all walking sideways because they didn't have their V8).
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Good morning South Ogden! That's a ton of snow! According to the boys this snow means that "it's the best day of [their] life." It's a good thing I got those bulbs in the ground the other day. Crazy! Now the boys are bugging me to find their snow boots. Douglas just said it's time to get his tongue stuck to a pole. "Stuck? Stuck!!..." (Christmas Story).
Friday, October 10, 2008
This morning Isaac came into the living room to show me what he had in his hand. He opened them up and he looked and saw that there was nothing there. Being somewhat baffled, he said, "I'll go get some more." I was curious to see if he was getting into something he wasn't supposed to get into, like the Lysol disinfectant spray that ended up sanitizing my entire bedroom, bed, dressers and floor last week, which still smells great by the way. So I quietly followed and there he was, standing in the sun beams of the morning light coming through my bedroom window collecting, with both hands, the dust particles in the air. It was one of the cutest things ever! What a beautiful mind.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Since Chris is gone for the week working, I have had to brush up on my paper airplane making skills. In the past, in order to avoid becoming the maker of such things, I have deflected their requests by saying, "I don't know how, go ask daddy." The same line is used when they ask how to win a certain computer game, and in that case I truly do not know how to win. As a mother of only boys I've also been able, when Chris is around, to avoid being the constant escort to public restrooms using a similar saying "I can't go in there, go ask daddy."
In these new circumstances I'm finding that I am now the aeronautical, computer gaming, bathroom escorting expert that I have for so long managed to dodge. Only, I still can't go into the public restrooms and have to cross my fingers that they are not making maypoles with the stalls and toilet paper. With my "help" they will still lose whatever computer game they may be playing. But, in one thing I believe I have triumphed and that is the engineering of an SR-71 inspired paper airplane. It's not much of a glider but it has speed! You could even take an eye out with its pointed nose (is "nose" the correct term Chris?).
Click here to learn about the true holder of the paper airplane World Record.
So, should you, in the near future, go into South Ogden's Target store and happen to be in the bread aisle, be sure to get on your tippiest of toes, or ask a cute box boy to give you a lift, and look over the English muffins onto the landing pad containing the paper masterpiece that once was Isaac's. How could my little man not throw his airplane in a store with such great ceilings?
Help...I really haven't exerted too much effort in making my blog layout look interesting. In my attempt today, I seem to have a problem with getting my all my ducks in a row, or at least in the designated box. If there is anyone out there who knows of a SIMPLE source for fun or at least interesting blog templates let me know. It would even be fun to make my own, but that may require taking a graphic design class for which I am not currently in the market for. By the way, Jeannette, I love your title for yours, sooo cute!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I was tagged by the illustrious Elaine.
8 TV shows I love to watch: The Office, Psych, Monk,Wonder Woman (no longer airing), MacGyver, Little Einsteins, Star Trek Enterprise, Man vs. Wild
8 things I did yesterday: watched LDS General Conference, went to my sister's, went to her in-laws for dinner, ate a pop-corn ball, slept, visited with family, abstained from showering, talked to my dad on the phone.
8 things I'm looking forward to: Chris coming home at the end of the week, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Chris' Birthday, Isaac potty training (the kid's afraid to sit on the toilet), bed time, Twilight movie, going down to CA to visit family.
8 things on my wish list: Isaac to potty train, a pedicure (and preferably not with those little skin eating fish, ew!), a tummy tuck (twins really make a mess of your belly), a full body massage, to sell our townhouse in MI, to have a big piece of property with a beautiful garden so I can "take a turn" in it, find an affordable house in Utah Valley so we'll be closer to Chris' work (no more commuting!), to be 50 pounds lighter, and a beach house on the Italian Riviera.
8 people I'm tagging: Chris, Leigh, Matt, Lacey, Melissa H. Melissa W., Kim H., Heidi A.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
***warning, this is a long one, sorry, my kids are in bed and Chris is out of town. It's either blog, read, eat, sleep, or clean, ick!***
Thanks to the discovery of some wooden blocks, I have experienced 2 more minutes of peace to my day, which is more than the Pre-Blockian era would have allowed. Many cities, architectural masterpieces, and battle zones have been created from this 100 piece multicolored shape collection, but with creation also comes destruction. Isn't the saying "all things tend toward entropy?" Or, was that something I once saw cross stitched on a mangled pillow? Thus the explanation for the existence of towering creatures like Godzilla, King Kong, Tyrannosaurus Rex, the missile, the Isaac, and of course the very powerful element, Wind, coupled with his brother, Spit.
After going to the park and having to leave early due to Isaac spitting a mouthful of water on a perfectly nice toddler whose parents probably were wondering if they should get their kid tested for rabies, we decided to go home before numbers could be exchanged or arrangements made for a specific court date. I can't take the kid anywhere anymore! Once we got home and I did my best to feed them a 4 square or 3 triangle meal, Douglas pulled out the blocks. At the time, he was the only one free from the table after finishing his meal of beans, zucchini, and stuffing (the only requirement for table excuse was one spoonful of beans before which I explained all of the dietary advantages with a side note from Douglas who pointed out that gas would inevitably follow). Isaac and Reed were stuck on the side lines with their beans, watching, as Douglas created a city. This was quite a city and a reflection of Douglas' experiences from the last few months. Included were the following: grocery store, church, planetarium, dinosaur museum, library, lighthouse, temple, haunted house, the White House, and my favorite, a Cabella's (or "fish place"). There was construction on an Eiffel tower but due to an unseasonable amount of spit and wind, plans were halted.
You can see poor Reed sitting at the table with his beans, mean mommy, or so I've heard, this evening in fact.
Yes, the city was a wonderful thing and Douglas asked that nobody knock it down. Hah! After explaining that Isaac would eventually take a bite of his beans, and be freed from the table, Douglas realized that keeping such a thriving city alive would be near impossible. The chances survival were probably 1 in 100 and knowing that such a creature, owning Isaac's foot size, would be fee-fi-fo-ing about (the little man is only 3 and wears almost an 11!) put it closer to 1 in 1000. For whatever psychological battle that goes on in Douglas' mind, he reasoned it would be best if he destroyed his city rather than leaving it to the unfeeling foot of a shod Isaac. The destruction wasn't fueled by the dangerous attitude that goes with a mother's favorite saying "I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it", but more of a resigned understanding the owner of an old and beloved cat named "Claw" has while taking it on it's final trip to the vet. After the moment of realization that he must be the one to do it, with as much enthusiasm as possible, and that's a lot, he simulated an earthquake and it all came tumbling down in a cloud of blue, red, yellow and brown. No need to worry, the blockages have been cleared for traffic and the beans are claiming no involvement in this particular incident.
This is an Isaac,just imagine!
Reed and Isaac were eventually freed from the table, having digested the nasty little members of the legume family, genus Phaseolus. I really shouldn't have been the table ogress that I was, having been famous at my childhood dinner table for refusing to eat that mushy grainy brown mess on my plate. But, as you get older I suppose your tastebuds fail, or the doctor's advice to eat more fiber starts to work, or maybe you just think the little beans need another chance, food sympathy ("No, eat me over here, you always eat her first!" Needless to say, I can eat them now, but I don't go into it blindly and I do, as should we all, warn those around me of the dangers taken by eating such a nasty little food.
***Caution: do not step on said blocks with bare feet, and should you see one spontaneously being launched in your direction, catch or duck quickly, keeping lips tightly closed protecting the teeth you wish to keep as we do not cover dental work.***
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