Monday, April 26, 2010

My Ladies' Man

Poor Callum. The ladies just can't get enough of him. A story from daycare...

Callum joined his teachers for a staff meeting one afternoon last week. Another baby from a different classroom was there too. Her name is Libby; she's about Callum's age but a little smaller than him. She spent the entire meeting trying to love on him, but he was having none of that!

Good boy.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Crisis Averted

I cleaned out my closet a few weeks ago, and I sorted the chaff into three categories:
  • I didn't wear this before I was pregnant with Callum, why would I wear it now?
  • By the time I diet and exercise my way into that (if that's even possible), it will be outdated.
  • Threadbare and holey.
The third category consisted of old t-shirts and shorts demoted to yard work and/or sleepwear, and, for a time, similarly situated underwear. Goodwill's website says they will recycle anything you mark as such, so my old t-shirts and shorts were placed in a separate box marked RECYCLE. At the last minute, I decided to leave out the underwear, because, well, I used to volunteer in the Junior League's thrift shop and I sorted though a lot of crap...YUCK. I don't want to have anything to do with these underwear, why would I expect someone else to enthusiastically embrace them?

Good thing I threw them away. According to the woman who accepted my donation, they sort through the recycling anyway.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

What We've Been Up To

It's SO EASY to fall out of the blogging habit (see: March phlegm and ensuing plague) and SO NOT EASY to get back into the swing of things. Or maybe I just have spring fever? Whatever.
  • I vaguely smell of puke. It's not my own puke, as it would take A LOT OF ALKYHAL for me to forget puking. Also: I'm a LOUD puker. I think Callum must have urped on me, but for the life of me, I can't figure out whether I need to change my shirt or my pants or my socks. I think I'll just go take a bath instead.
  • Speaking of Callum...tonight, he walked assisted - we held his hands! MAH BAYBEE ISS ALL GROWED OP! C is working on the video.
  • I finished the fourth Twilight book last night. I'm glad it's over. While I love being so consumed by a book that I think about it even when I'm not reading, I hate having my life consumed by something so...frivolous...yet reading is so NOT frivolous... Forget it. Since the early reviews of my book club's April book are less than stellar, I'm taking recommendations - what's on YOUR nightstand?
  • I'm trying to learn LOLspeak. It's easier than Klingon.
  • Callum got to meet Herbie Husker Friday night! Of course we couldn't get a good picture; however, since I'm The Mom, we won't be posting the one where Callum was staring admiringly at Herbie while I had my mouth open mid-guffaw. Herbie very cautiously approached Callum, and Callum just giggled at him and tried to touch his face! SO PRESHUSSSS! C and Callum enjoy reading Hello, Herbie Husker! so they were especially excited to meet one of their favorite book characters IN REAL LIFE.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Hello There!

ZOMG INFANTILE ANGST.


BAH. Cutting molars HURTS LIKE HELL. CHOMP CHOMP.


CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP baa baa baa mamamama dadadada
pffft. AAAAAAAAH!
mmmm...yogurt.
Also: are those mutton chops?


JAZZ HANDS!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Brush With Coaching Fame, Part Les Miles

OSU Track, Stillwater, Oklahoma
middle of summer, early 2000s

C and I spent many evenings jogging and walking, respectively, around the track at Oklahoma State. It was a quick drive from our scorpion-infested shithole of an apartment, and it had ample nearby parking.

On the day in question, we noted then OSU head football coach Les Miles (now the head coach at Louisiana State University who won the national championship in 2007...with his defensive coordinator Bo Pelini OMGFULLCIRCLE) jogging at the track. We had seen him there before - so not a big deal.

C was passing Coach Miles on the track when Coach apologized for having spit on C!

Fortunately, we never detected any evidence of the loogey in question.

We retell this story every time we watch LSU play.