Monday, November 24, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I keep waiting for the year when everyone is old enough to cooperate and manage this task without the grand misery of past Christmas picture-taking years gone by.
This year I decided to take babysteps towards the photo session of the entire family by trying to get individual pictures of each of the kids to update our photo wall in the "dining room." ("Dining Room" is thrown around loosely here, as it only sees table-action during Thanksgiving when we set up the big folding table in there. With four small demolition-machines, acquiring and worrying about a fancy-shmancy set of dining furniture has not been much of a priority. It's currently stuffed with books, toys, and comfortable story-time seating. Hopefully by Christmas it will also house a piano so I can start harassing the kids about one more thing: practicing for their piano lessons.)
Anyway, I started with the most cooperative victim. Maddie was ready and willing to be a "superstar model" and troop around until I snapped a few I thought would work. She was definitely the easiest and most photogenic of the crew. I did not include any where she's sticking her booty out with her hands on her hips--apparently she's been flipping through my People magazine. **Note to interested picture-loving Grandmas--If you click on the pictures, they should pop open practically life-sized for you**
Then I ran home and redressed the other crazies for an attempt to get a) a shot of the twins together where they are not engaged in an Ultimate Fighting Championship reenactment and b) a remotely decent picture of all the crazies together without any tongue protrusions or eye stretching involved, wherein hopefully they all look like human children and not rabid street dogs.
See that stick Avery's holding? Any guesses on how long it took until he started trying to beat Aidan senseless with that prop?We managed to get 3/4 of the kids looking at the camera. Maddie was apparently smiling for the paparazzi snapping pictures from somewhere in the trees on my left (probably hoping to make next month's issue of People). I think these particular smiles were elicited from Jeremy's monkey imitation next to the camera (I'm not joking--I actually made him act like a monkey because for some reason the oooh-ooh ahhh-ahhh noises always make them laugh. And the more rabid the monkey and foamier the mouth, the better the smiles.)
I didn't get a chance to take one of Alex by himself. His smile gets really weird and his eyes become super squinty after about three minutes of posing, so I'm going to have to be fast at catching a decent one and I didn't even bother trying after the group shots. He was sick on picture day at school, so I don't even have that as a backup (not that those are ever that good).
I'll keep you posted on the family picture. If you're really special you may even receive the hideous thing in a Christmas card in a few weeks. And even if you're not really special but for some inconceivable reason you want one anyway, email me your address and I'll send one off. Until then, the football of dread will remain lodged somewhere between my appendix and liver.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
I'm very tardy with this post because I've been stumbling around like a blind person on my new computer and things are taking me twice as long to accomplish. (I'm really really missing the right click functions on the mouse--I guess it's one of those things that you don't appreciate until you don't have it. And now blind people everywhere are offended because they're like, "um, yeah. we can't even see and we could figure things out at least five times as fast as you.)
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
WARNING: Objects in mirror are crazier than they appear.
Please excuse the fact that (almost) 2 & 1/2 year olds should not have pacifiers--but it was almost bedtime and I am a sucker for vacuum-wielding toddlers. Well, one is a vacuum and one is a "pretend" vacuum that causes Aidan to constantly chatter about it needing new batteries because its nonexistent light and noises don't work. Instead, all it does is make those clunky chime noises and none of the cool vacuum noises that the red one makes. If only they made mini-pretend Dysons, then my Tyson could have a little brother that Aidan could use.
Inevitably, this game of vacuum-style follow the leader ends in a giant road-rage induced game of chicken, and their vacuums are smashed together with so much force that I'm surprised either of them are still in one piece.
And speaking of Road Rage, I was running errands last week when I encountered some familiar USPS aggression. I was on a two lane road that was about to merge to one lane, when this mail jeep came flying around me at the last minute and cut me off in the middle of an intersection. The bandana and giant glasses were a big blur, but I'd recognize that blur anywhere. Guess who? Yup. It was her. I can't escape her or her raging driving, even 15 minutes from my mailbox. I'm actually kind of surprised she didn't chuck my mail at my windshield as she was swerving in front of me--she was obviously in a hurry and that would've saved her some time later.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
One Word Tag
Here are the rules: 1. I have to answer the following questions with one word answers and one word only! 2. Then I must pass it on to seven others.The questions are as follows:
(I consider all hyphenated words as one. Ok. It's cheating. Whatever.)
1. Where is your cell phone? car
2. Where is your significant other? work
3. Your hair color? brown
4. Your mother? giver
5. Your father? passer-of-the-no-butt-genes
6. Your favorite thing? Dyson
7. Your dream last night? haircut
8. Your dream/goal? contentment
9. The room you're in? office
10. Your hobby? writing
11. Your fear? tragedy
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? cruise
13. Where were you last night? Old Navy
14. What you're not? impulsive
15. One of your wish-list items? housekeeper
16. Where you grew up? Texas
17. The last thing you did? laundry
18. What are you wearing? NOTHING (haha. just kidding.) Shorts
19. Your TV? cartoons
20. Your pet? non-existent
21. Your computer? dying
22. Your mood? bored
23. Missing someone? adults
24. Your car? pigsty
25. Something you're not wearing? jewelry
26. Favorite store? TJ Maxx
27. Your summer? looooooooooooong
28. Love someone? if-they-bring-me-a-Sonic (look at that blatant disregard for rules)
29. Your favorite color? green
30. When is the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? Sunday (does it count if it was because I was head butted by Big Head and he almost broke the bone above my eye?)
And I will leave it up to 7 readers to volunteer to be tagged because some of you have probably already done this...that and I don't want any nasty mail from tag-haters.