Archive for April, 2007

A Peacock’s Rear-End

April 30, 2007


There are 311, that’s right, Three Hundred and Eleven, images on my memory card. 311 photos, I do not exaggerate (at least not this time), 311. From not even an entire week. Plus, I have deleted at least 50.

And this is the image I chose to show you. Please let me explain, er, defend, myself.
Reasons for the obscure amount of images obtained in less than a week:
1. Some of the images are for a Girl Scout project. (Pretend you didn’t read that, my Girl Scout mom lurkers).
2. The Fabulous Five of us were very busy soaking up the fun that comes with a sunny, hot, beautiful weekend. Those of you who live in Arizona and Hawaii and other hot, beautiful places can just stop laughing. Just… Now. We have to take it when we can get it. So shut up.
3. I have a problem.
So… why not share one of those great BDE kite flying photos? Or one of the boys helping daddy put together a new shelf? How about a regular, normal, my-kids-at-the-zoo photo, like a regular, normal mom would show?
This is why:
1. See #3 of previous list.
2. I am tired and hungry and pregnant, and going through 311 images to find, edit, and post the appropriate photos for a chosen topic, not to mention choose said topic, think up intelligent, witty, entertaining text to type about said topic, would simply keep me further away from my bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch at the end of the tunnel.
3. Why? Well, just look at it!
How funny is it that a peacock has a funny-looking fluffy ass? He presents his outrageously gorgeous feathers in that pathetically cocky way (Get it, …cocky?); he makes this horrible screechy noise, just in case noone has noticed the wildly colored, irridescent feathers sticking 6 feet up in the air atop this bright blue bird over here; and he rotates slowly, too assure that all of his audience gets a good view.
But what I think he is unaware of, as he turns, and what I had never noticed until Sunday, is the goofy, fluffy hindquarters.
Maybe you had to be there.
(and dangit, I can’t get my spacing right.)

BDE blog #4

April 27, 2007

Best Daughter Ever’s most recent blog, about a field trip this week. She desperately wanted to type it herself after writing it, but I suspect that had more to do with the fact that it was 8:30PM than with her desire to fine tune her keyboarding skills.

4-24-07
We wet to the West ben highschool to see the Play: Wizerd of Oz. The tornadoe wet over the crowd. It was cool!!!!! :) (Two of the !’s were made into a smiley.)
I got a widoe set on the bus. On the wae back I was close to the widoe but one of my frends was thary (there. first she spelled it “they,” then changed it to this version for some ungodly reason).
We could have three peple on a set. I liked the play. It was fun.

And, she signed her name.

Please, no comments about the flying monkeys. You know how Hercules feels about them.

Breaking News From the Potty

April 26, 2007
Those of you who don’t know me and the struggles I’ve had with potty training the first two kids, might not appreciate this post. It is about a little boy who has discovered the joy of urination. At least look at the pictures. He’s really flippin’ cute, regardless of your potty opinions.
OK maybe “struggles” is not the correct word. I’m sure my laissez-faire attitude toward potty training, and parenting in general, helped to lengthen my diaper duties with BDE and Dimples. I didn’t really “struggle” all that much, truth be told. But the task of diaper changing starts to lose its fun after a few years. Oh wait. It’s not really ever fun.

So imagine my joyful surprise when Baby started to pee on the potty, only weeks after turning 2. I guess he officially did it for the first time a few months ago, but then it was only after he already had a full, saggy diaper. But still, we said “good boy, yay for Baby, yee haw, etc.” and did the dance of joy (Balki-style) every time.

Then yesterday, he came to me with a dry diaper and said, “Doh Potty?” (Doh=Go) So, I followed, watched as he mounted the potty in style, and waited.


tinkle, tinkle, in a cute little stream

“Good boy! Wow! Great Job! …Oh.” …there was more, and for some reason, I didn’t want to interrupt.

tinke, tinkle, again.

stop. (is he done?)

“Good boy…”

tinkle, tinkle (holy sh##, how much can a little guy have in there?)

stop.

“Wow, Baby! Good job…”

tinkle, tinkle (by now the whole family has gathered in the bathroom and is giggling)

stop.

pause. stare.

tinkle, tinkle…

Seriously, it went on like this for at least ten rounds.

He has been doing this ever since last night. Several times today. Tonight he even dropped a few #2s! He does his duty, flushes the toilet, washes his hands,

…then decides he could squeeze out a few more drops, and gets back on the potty. “Potty ‘gaaaain…” he says, eyes rolling, as if it is a terrible burden for him.

Perhaps he is happy to have found a new job for his little guy. Perhaps it is the independent streak that runs so strongly in his blood. Perhaps it is the joy of washing his hands afterwards.

Whatever the reason, I’m OK with it.

It is a family tradition to call Poppy after a successful potty. We did. “Poppy! Pee Pee! Potty!” (The Poppy/Potty thing gets a little confusing, as they sound the same in Baby language. Which is sort of funny, as Poppy and Poopy are so easy to mix up when typing. There is a trend, you see.)

Speaking of family traditions, I caught him doing this today. I know you’re proud, JuJu.