Friday, October 23, 2009

Ahhh, the joys of a boy...

So today I was taking a nap after Matt got home (thanks Matt!) and when I woke up, this is the story I was told... I don't know if this would have happened if I had had girls...

So, Blake had left a rake out in our backyard by the tree. He decided to go and grab it and put it in the garage. Matt figured we don't have a gate leading out of our backyard (we can thank the previous owners of this house for that), and he can't reach the button for the garage door, so he was safe enough.

After 5-6 minutes, he realized that Blake wasn't back inside yet, so he went out back, and saw Blake trying to shove the rake up and over the fence into our neighbors yard.



"Stop doing that. Put the rake away, and come inside."

"okay daddy"

5-6 more minutes pass and he still isn't inside. So Matt opens up the back door and scans the back yard from right to left. He doesn't see anything until he gets at to 9:00 from where he was standing. He sees a little bum, and that is it.


"oooohh--yes daddy?"

"What are you doing?"

"going potty"

"we don't go potty outside! It isn't a bathroom."

"sure it is!"

"no, it isn't. come inside."

"I'm not done yet"

He proceeded to finish his bidness.... just a little stream. Pulled up his pants, and came inside.

Now, I for one would never have done that when I was young! Is this just a boy thing?

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Cisco- better than Bank of America

So I am only three days into my new job and I already feel a huge burden off my shoulders. No cardholders yelling, nobody asking me to do WAY more than I get paid for, and no more agents complaining (non stop) about how much they hate their jobs.

There is still some ambiguity as to what exactly I will be doing at Cisco, but I do know that many of my new employees are Portuguese speakers, and will be helping clients located in Brasil. I am happy to be using my language skills again.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Funniest video ever...

The Landlord from Will Ferrell

I laughed really hard at this...

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Swimming Lessons

So I am too cheap to pay someone to teach Blake to swim, so for the last few weeks I have been taking him to the Bubble (now the South Davis Recreation Center) and have been trying to get him to get over his fear of water. He and I took lessons together when he was about a year and a half old, and he loved it. But now, it is a pain to get him to go beyond where he can touch the bottom.
Each time we go, he gets a bit more courageous. Maybe by the time he is in college he will be willing to go int the deep end. The major downside of public pools is two-fold: 1) They put SO much chlorine in the pool that I smelled like chemicals for days. 2) Creepy, naked old men in the locker room. If you know what I mean, you know what I mean. If you do not, then you are a very lucky human,

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Donny Osmond and Me

So do you want to learn what Donny Osmond taught me in my dream last night? Of coarse you do. Well just after bringing him a Coke rather than the Sprite he had ordered (sorry about that Donny, I still feel bad about that), he taught me how to pop the top off a Coke bottle without a bottle opener by just using my wedding ring.

1- Give the cap a twist (to loosen it. Donny did it better than I ever could)
2- Put the bottle cap's edge just under your wedding ring
3- Bend your fingers down like your are holding the top of the bottle
4- With your right hand, grab the bottom of the bottle and move it away and up while holding the top of the bottle in place with your left hand (with your grip keeping the edge of the cap in place under you ring)

I have not tried it yet, but for you boozers out there, let me know if it works (remember: this all came to me in a glorious vision with Donny on a yacht. I know, weird)

And if you are reading this thinking that Brooke wrote it, you are wrong. As ashamed as I am, this is a Matt dream. :(

Friday, October 9, 2009

Confessions of a Desperate Mother

Every mother at some point has one of those desperate moments in which you do crazy "look-at-that-poor-mother" things!

Like the time I ran out of wet wipes and Blake had a massive explodo poop in the car. I didn't have wet wipes, but I did have armor all wipes for the interior of my car! Yes, I armor-alled Blake's patootie! Wha-What? His back side sparkled! But I did take him home and give him a bath.

Desperate mothers do desperate things! Like today. I know that I don't need to explain this, but I basically put my son in a rolling cage to go to sleep! What? Let me show you.

First this happened.... (Yes, he can sit in a cart now! I do not miss being tethered to that car seat!)

So I picked him up. That looked extremely uncomfortable! But, then he got really heavy! 18 pounds of baby can really weigh you down! So I did this...

Yes, he is in the front of the cart under the little seat.... i just set him down. He is sleeping on Blake's sweater, so he has a little pillow. That counts for something right?