The random thoughts of a stay-at-home dad and freelance writer. Not edited for grammar, style, taste or intelligence.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Weekend!
Saturday Carrie and Jim are coming by for their last visit before they go back to Boston. So we are cleaning up the house. Violet got me up at 3:30 a.m. needing a cough drop, and then I couldn't get back to sleep, so I stayed up until Cindy scared the snot out of me at 7:30 a.m.
Then I tried to go back to sleep, and Cindy was cool and got me up at 12:30 p.m. I have been having these headaches, I don't know if they are stress related, or sleep related or a tumor. :)
So of course this afternoon I woke up with a bad one, had break---errrr -- lunch and now I am taking some Advil.
Cindy is off at the store with the girls while I vacuum, take out trash, recycling and put car seats back in her car. Fun times.
Now, if I could get this headache to go away, I would be doing well. I might be coming down with something again... grrrr.
Who knows.
Have a good weekend, and if I can I will update again Monday or Tuesday.
Pat
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Reading and drumming
Here's a couple of movies for you. Lilly with a drum (thank you whoever got that for us, it's a lot of fun... grrrr.) and Violet reading. I love the way Violet says "cat."
Anyway, it's naptime, so I have to go herd some kids to bed -- always fun.
Pat
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Crash goes the Lilly
There is nothing like ending a crazy day at the office, chasing stories, answering phones, grilling public officials and writing like a mad man, to a nice LOUD, CRASHING SOUND FOR HOURS ON END.
To the person who gave us the "music" set when Violet was born.... You are dead. Your family is dead. Your pets are dead. I will burn your house down, and leave in the ashes these two little cymbols from HELL (This is a joke, Department of Homeland Security).
We got lucky with Violet, she never figured out that if you slammed these two metal plates together, you could send your parents to the loony bin.
Well, we didn't get so lucky with Lilly, which is why in the video you can hear me say "apple juice" over and over for no apparent reason -- I am half nutty already. Tonight she escaped after I fed her (which is why she is naked) and found the cymbols while I was cleaning peanut butter off the ceiling.
Now if you will excuse me, everyone is sleeping and I just want to sit in my chair and enjoy the silence....
Pat
Monday, March 16, 2009
I love Mondays
Mondays are wonderful. I get to hang out with the girls and play and semi-check e-mail, but for the most part I am not working. Tonight I have a city council meeting, where I expect to catch some flack for the editorial we ran this week. Part of the job, but just messing around with my girls makes me realize that while people can get upset at what's in the paper, at the end of the day I have these two great little girls to come home to.
Sorry I haven't been updating more, but Facebook has been keeping me busy. I really should ditch it and just post here for all you non-tech types.
Well, Violet is trying to stifle Lilly again. Gotta go be referee!
Pat
Sorry I haven't been updating more, but Facebook has been keeping me busy. I really should ditch it and just post here for all you non-tech types.
Well, Violet is trying to stifle Lilly again. Gotta go be referee!
Pat
Monday, March 09, 2009
Having fun
3 ounces.
We are trying to fatten Lilly up so we can put her in a forward-facing car seat. Also the fact she is in the 15th percentile for weight is a good reason to try to fatten her up.
YOu would think in a family like ours -- we weigh as much as the entire population of Denmark -- we could fatten a child up properly. Nope.
My theory is that she doesn't eat food, she throws it, mashes it, spreads it out and sits on it in her highchair. When you feed Lilly, you strip her down, put on a diaper, wrap her -- and the kitchen -- in blue tarp and watch the show. It's like going to a Gallagher comedy show.
Last night Violet came in our room at 4 am and said she was scared. Wanted to sleep with us. Sleep turned into playing mermaids on Mommy's head. When Violet woke me up again at 7 this morning, Mommy was in Violet's room sleeping. Violet had made a bed in the hall, and it was snowing.
Yes, March 9 and snowing. I am debating as to whether I should make the run to Mount Angel today or not... might wait to later.
Pat
We are trying to fatten Lilly up so we can put her in a forward-facing car seat. Also the fact she is in the 15th percentile for weight is a good reason to try to fatten her up.
YOu would think in a family like ours -- we weigh as much as the entire population of Denmark -- we could fatten a child up properly. Nope.
My theory is that she doesn't eat food, she throws it, mashes it, spreads it out and sits on it in her highchair. When you feed Lilly, you strip her down, put on a diaper, wrap her -- and the kitchen -- in blue tarp and watch the show. It's like going to a Gallagher comedy show.
Last night Violet came in our room at 4 am and said she was scared. Wanted to sleep with us. Sleep turned into playing mermaids on Mommy's head. When Violet woke me up again at 7 this morning, Mommy was in Violet's room sleeping. Violet had made a bed in the hall, and it was snowing.
Yes, March 9 and snowing. I am debating as to whether I should make the run to Mount Angel today or not... might wait to later.
Pat
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