Friday, August 31, 2007

Get well soon Memphis!

Giddyup!

Would you believe this sweet looking pup has cancer? That's my brother's (and SIL's) dog. They lucked out and got her into a cancer trial so all the dog's treatments and meds are going to be free. She is such a sweetie. I hope everything goes ok.

Max wasn't too sure about meeting the dogs. He normally has a grin on from ear to ear but he was unusually pensive during this photo session. My SIL, on the other hand, looks terrific. The rest of the photos from our visit up north are on my Shutterfly page (link over there to the right).

Tyler starts school next week and I've been feeling very stressed. You should see the packet of forms and junk John picked up at the school! My gosh, talk about overwhelming! He's starting kindergarten, not joining the Army for cryin' out loud! And in all that mess, there isn't a hint about what he needs for school supplies. I could have sworn they told us at orientation that there would be a shopping list in there. I need to call the school.

Thank goodness Ty can wear shorts to school on warm days. The dress code for the school is pretty strict.

My brain feels like it's all over the place tonight. Poor Max has an ear infection and hasn't been sleeping well. That means *I* haven't been sleeping. The sad thing is we just got home from a little vacation, but I don't feel at all relaxed.

Hopefully I'll get this collection of disposable cameras off to be developed soon so I have more photos to post. Yes, like a dummy I forgot to recharge my camera after our visit to the Grands and the battery died on the first day of our summer jaunt to Great Wolf Lodge. Jeez Louise I haven't used real film in YEARS. This should be interesting.

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL IS NEXT WEEK! HOLY CRAP!

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Max Walking!

As promised...I got him!




He's going further and further every day. I love how he stands right up and takes off at a run until he topples over into a crawl. What a kid!

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Grandma and the Lesbians

Weekend visits to my parents' house are always an adventure...and not the good kind, typically. This weekend was no exception. Where do I start? Max choking on scraps of loose carpet pile (when DO new carpets stop their blasted shedding)? The teeth marks still visible on Tyler's arm from where my brother's dog tried to chomp the big bubble Ty was blowing but missed and sank fang into flesh instead? Or perhaps my mother's declaration that a long dead friend of mine was probably a closeted lesbian.

Hmm.

Let's discuss my mother's oft bragged about gay-dar. Yes. Mom claims she can tell a lesbian from 20 paces. After her statement about my best friend, I was curious about her methodology. How does she do it?

"Oh, it very easy to tell when a woman is a lesbian..." she bragged. "Lesbians like to wear tomboyish clothes, keep their hair short, don't wear makeup, and they don't get married or have any boyfriends. Like your friend K."

Uh huh. So every woman who has short hair, boyish clothes, no makeup, and is single is a lesbian.

"Yes. I work with two women and I am SURE they are lesbians."

Uh huh. So they told you they were?

"No. I can just tell."

Let me guess. They have short hair, they don't wear makeup, cumfy clothes like jeans and plain tops and they never talk about their boyfriends or husbands.

"That's right!"

I know what you all are thinking. They COULD be lesbians, right? Maybe my mom is on to something? Her criteria fits a pretty standard stereotype for one aspect of lesbian culture. But let's analyze this another way. My mother volunteers at a hospital. These "coworkers" are nurses who work in the surgical unit. Hello! It seems to me than short hair, plain clothes, lack of cosmetics (which are notorious wells of bacteria), and no time for boyfriends or husbands could be indicative of their career choice and not sexual orientation. Or am I just crazy.

Hmm.

As for my friend K, she was just as boy-crazy as I was back in the day. Her odds of landing a cute boyfriend were severely hampered by economics, scary strict parents, and a deep seated lack of confidence in her own desirability. Her family was pretty poor, so many of her ill-fitting clothes were hand-me-downs from her vast array of cousins or they were Kmart specials. Jeans and tees are cheap. Her mother preferred K's hair be kept short and she would regularly cut it herself to keep it what way. Her mother didn't approve of cosmetics and never taught K how to apply them (that job later fell to me.)

Naturally I related all of the above to Grandma to debunk her lesbian theory. She was not at all convinced. All you short haired, single, cumfy clothes wearing, makeup-less gals out there will always be Lesbians to her. Sorry. ;-)

Monday, August 20, 2007

The basement: AFTER

Time for the big reveal... TA DA!




Here is the BEFORE, in case you didn't see it earlier.


I am still working on catching Speedy...I mean Max on video walking. Soon, hopefully!

Friday, August 17, 2007

7 Steps and counting!

Max suddenly let go and took a step yesterday morning. Today? He just took off at a run for about 7 paces, stopped and stood still for about 20 seconds then went down on his knees. It's like he suddenly realized he wasn't holding on to anything and it freaked him out. All I could do was laugh and clap! Hopefully I'll get video of this momentous milestone this weekend some time!

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Time for the NJ State Fair

Tyler at the Glass/Mirror Fun House

While I spent time at home with Max up to my eyeballs in runny poo and sore tushy, John took Tyler to opening day of the NJ Stair Fair/Farm & Horse Show. Click the photo above for more.

The boys had a great time and, apparently, all traces of cranky-Tyler-who-now-hates-carnival-rides were gone! He was back to his old self and had a ball. Thank goodness!

(Hey Mosie - I included a couple shots just with you in mind. Personally, I think your 2 are way cuter.)

Hopefully Max will be feeling better soon. We have plans to head back to the fair later this week.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

You'd better eat all your sweet potatoes too...

or this little demon might show up to yell at you.

"Eat 'Em Up, YUM!"
Max screams "All Done!" but looks a tad evil in the process. Hee hee!

This photo is just cracking me up. View it full sized at Flickr for the full effect.

The aftermath of being a messy eater? This!