The Goose likes vanilla wafers (and so does his mom ... especially with crunchy peanut butter -- yum yum!). For more pictures of our Sunday, click on the photo.
I can't write much because I'm preparing for court. More updates to come ... stay tuned.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Formula Addict
Today we got a surprise visit from Goose's "aunt" Heather and her new hubby Tyler. In the words of a small-town newspaper gossip column, "A good time was had by all."
OK, so back to the court date ... ummm ... I'm getting a little antsy to hear from the defendent (NorthWORST Airlines). My pro bono legal counselors have assured me that Northworst will either (a) settle before Monday, (b) fail to show up, or (c) show up and embarrass themselves because the judge will be overwhelmed by my story and argumentative abilities and force them to pay up (I am equipped with documentation from the American Association of Pediatrics about the benefits of breastfeeding, information from the pump company, receipts, and ...
"Exhibit A, your honor, The Medela Pump-n-Style Backpack itself. As you can see, the suction control knob has been turned past the maximum setting (while in control of NorthWORST Airlines and its agents and/or representatives) and is thus DESTROYED."
What I have failed to calculate (but should have) is the amount that we have spent on formula, the amount of time it took me to figure out how to file suit in small claims court, and, of course, pain and suffering. Please send me some good luck wishes or break a leg wishes or whatever it is that you wish someone who is suing a major airline with a hotshot corporate attorney in small claims court about a broken breast pump. Thank goodness I did mock trial in high school, because otherwise I would be worried.
Toodles.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Dear NASA,
Dear NASA,
You know those robotic arms that y'all use to repair the shuttle while you're up in zero gravity? Well I was just wondering, do you rent those to the general public?
You see, we've got this Prize Baby whose motto is "If I Can Reach It, I Can Wreck It," and so I'm thinking that a robotic arm would be very useful in preventive maintenance for my home. I could just sit on the couch and still keep him from destroying everything in his path. Don't worry, because of our status as state employees of Tennessee, we can pay top dollar. Please let us know.
We look forward to hearing from you soon and thank you in advance.
Sincerely,
Mother Goose
p.s. If you'd like to see more pictures of the Reach It/Wreck Baby, please click on the above photo.
You know those robotic arms that y'all use to repair the shuttle while you're up in zero gravity? Well I was just wondering, do you rent those to the general public?
You see, we've got this Prize Baby whose motto is "If I Can Reach It, I Can Wreck It," and so I'm thinking that a robotic arm would be very useful in preventive maintenance for my home. I could just sit on the couch and still keep him from destroying everything in his path. Don't worry, because of our status as state employees of Tennessee, we can pay top dollar. Please let us know.
We look forward to hearing from you soon and thank you in advance.
Sincerely,
Mother Goose
p.s. If you'd like to see more pictures of the Reach It/Wreck Baby, please click on the above photo.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Goose Update
Calling all perties with wheels! The Goose is obsessed Obsessed OBSESSED with wheels. He has marked up our walls pushing his stroller around and while we were in Mississippi, he had a blast pushing Pappaw's walker. He also pushes his trucks on the floor like a two year old and sometimes he makes noises that I'm sure are like "zoom zoom" or something brilliant like that.
He is pretty clearly saying "mama" now and meaning it (only in the most endearing ways I'm sure). He also knows to look around for his dad when you say, "Where's Da-Da?"
His newest word is "dirt," which apparently means any object besides a ball. Variations on this word include "irt" and "dat." He says "bye-bye" a lot too, but it's not clear whether he associates it with someone leaving. We're still working on a consistent wave and clapping.
The zerbert craze continues. He tries to blow on any exposed body part and then laughs hysterically. He is also biting exposed parts as well and we are trying to stop that nasty little habit.
His very organized mother left his blankie in the crib at his maternal grandparents' home in Mississippi and so he has been forced to make do with a lesser quality substitute blankie. Macy Fedexed the original on Monday, so we're hoping to get it ASAP. Usually when we hand him his blankie at nap or bedtime he grabs it and buries his face. He pushes the sub away but so far has been able to sleep. At least he has an actual blankie and not an orange La-Z-Boy recliner arm rest cover, which is what I was attached to as a child.
Below I have pasted a picture of me at about Goose's age. I think we still look alike just a titch; however, he is looking more and more like B everyday. His eyes and face shape are different from me even though the nose and teeth are really similar.
It is so much fun to watch him grow and change and learn and currently I have turned down two fantastic jobs in order to stay here with him and watch the blossoming. Last night I snuck in to catch a glimpse of him before I went to bed (I was at work when he went to sleep) and I accidentally woke him up while patting him and giggling about his position. So I rocked him back to sleep and then held him until my arms nearly gave out from the weight. I just about can't stand to ever put him down. You know that Van Morrison song "Crazy Love"? Well I think that's just about right.
He is pretty clearly saying "mama" now and meaning it (only in the most endearing ways I'm sure). He also knows to look around for his dad when you say, "Where's Da-Da?"
His newest word is "dirt," which apparently means any object besides a ball. Variations on this word include "irt" and "dat." He says "bye-bye" a lot too, but it's not clear whether he associates it with someone leaving. We're still working on a consistent wave and clapping.
The zerbert craze continues. He tries to blow on any exposed body part and then laughs hysterically. He is also biting exposed parts as well and we are trying to stop that nasty little habit.
His very organized mother left his blankie in the crib at his maternal grandparents' home in Mississippi and so he has been forced to make do with a lesser quality substitute blankie. Macy Fedexed the original on Monday, so we're hoping to get it ASAP. Usually when we hand him his blankie at nap or bedtime he grabs it and buries his face. He pushes the sub away but so far has been able to sleep. At least he has an actual blankie and not an orange La-Z-Boy recliner arm rest cover, which is what I was attached to as a child.
Below I have pasted a picture of me at about Goose's age. I think we still look alike just a titch; however, he is looking more and more like B everyday. His eyes and face shape are different from me even though the nose and teeth are really similar.
It is so much fun to watch him grow and change and learn and currently I have turned down two fantastic jobs in order to stay here with him and watch the blossoming. Last night I snuck in to catch a glimpse of him before I went to bed (I was at work when he went to sleep) and I accidentally woke him up while patting him and giggling about his position. So I rocked him back to sleep and then held him until my arms nearly gave out from the weight. I just about can't stand to ever put him down. You know that Van Morrison song "Crazy Love"? Well I think that's just about right.
Monday, July 25, 2005
PAPPAW'S 90TH Birthday
The Goose and I returned last night from Mississippi where we celebrated his great grandfather's 90th birthday ("Pappaw"). It was a fantastic weekend filled with cat chasing, wagon riding, and just a little bit of fit throwing.
All of Pappaw's children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were there for the big event. As always, if you click on the photo above, you can see some other photos of our little getaway. Thanks to Macy & Grandaddy for being such wonderful hosts.
I will write more later when I get a chance ... right now I'm swamped trying to get unpacked and plan for my teaching this week.
Hope everyone is doing well. Please drop us a line!
All of Pappaw's children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren were there for the big event. As always, if you click on the photo above, you can see some other photos of our little getaway. Thanks to Macy & Grandaddy for being such wonderful hosts.
I will write more later when I get a chance ... right now I'm swamped trying to get unpacked and plan for my teaching this week.
Hope everyone is doing well. Please drop us a line!
Monday, July 18, 2005
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far
When I was little, I was primarily known for two things: talking nonstop and untaping my diapers. Well friends, the old adage about the apple is true. This morning I went to get Goose up for the day, and whaddayaknow, his diaper was beside him in the crib (luckily it was empty).
Then later today, the guys went on a walk and JEB was trying furiously to remove his hat. B was patiently replacing it each time and saying "no" firmly. After about 22 times, The Dad finally won and the hat stayed on. But about a minute later, The Goose looked up at his dad and said, “no no no no no no no.”
When B was little, he was a climber and can you tell where this is headed? A few days ago I found JEB in his room on top of a plastic bin which is directly in front of his window. He climbed up to get a better view.
The pictures above are of B and J at about the same age. Can you tell which is which? After my trip to Mississippi this weekend, I’m hoping to get one of myself to post.
If you want to comment on anything, you can click on the pictures and then make your comments about the photos themselves inside the program I use called “Flickr.”
Thanks for reading!
Sunday, July 17, 2005
What's that Mr. Nike?
You want to use my photos in your ads? Well, that sure is flattering, but I don't think you have enough money in your little account for that. This kid ain't for sale.
Goose's new outfit looks so cute on him ... especially while he was playing with his soccer ball. Thanks Grammy!
Yesterday we went downtown for a birthday celebration. We attempted to go to a restaurant, but The Goose ended up on top of the table alternately stuffing sugar packets in his mouth and dunking his hand into our glasses of ice water. So we abandoned the idea of eating (you know it's bad when I will turn down food to avoid a potential BMSF) and went to a grassy area by the river which runs through town. We let JEB crawl around in the grass for awhile (he can't do this at home because we're too worried about him eating chicken poop). He liked this better, and you can see the photos if you click on the one above.
Hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend!
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