And he was sitting on the counter because we were brushing his teeth. Jen’s standing right next to him and me right in front him. He was in no danger at all, I promise.
Category: family
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We had a big combined
We had a big combined birthday party for my mom, and my in-laws. Their birthdays are all in the first week of July so we decided to have a big dinner. We ended up talking about politics (it was all my fault). With a fun cross-section of political reasoning at the table it was lively to say the least. It was mostly presidential with my mom bringing up anti-Clinton stuff, my father-in-law defending him where possible, and me playing devil’s advocate. I ended up realizing (thanks to my mother-in-law) and we kept bringing up examples of the same kind of behavior for both Clinton and Bush Jr, just different situations. I think I’ve figured it out. By the time you get to be President, you’re beholden to certain parties who helped you get there. For Bush, those interests involve huge energy and oil companies like Enron and the defense industry, which explains some of the problems he’s had with his top secret energy taskforce.
It’s depressing that politics is dirty. Maybe dirty is too strong a word, but it definitely has the appearance of payback, unethical behavior and being sold to the highest bidder. Unfortunately, I don’t see any hope on the horizon. There is no idealistic third party with enough organization, money or good ideas to provide an alternative. What do we do?
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I’m feeling better today. Still
I’m feeling better today. Still a little down, but definitely not despondant. Not exactly sure what was going on last night. Everything is ready for the in-law’s visit, and I can’t wait to see them. I think it’s great that we have such a great relationship, and that Jen has a good relationship with my parents. It makes things SO much easier.
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It has been one crazy
It has been one crazy week. Jen’s parents are coming into town tomorrow night (a lovely drive around the beltway to go pick them up), so she’s been working me pretty hard this week to finish up last-minute decorating projects. This week I’ve:
- Painted part of the basement red
- Installed hooks in the basement ceiling for Jen’s ingenius faux closet
- Install a nifty little wire curtain rod from Ikea (using drywall anchors and wire cutters too, I might add)
- There’s something else I’m missing… I swear I’ve done more than that
Work has been equally busy with all kinds of things going nuts at the same time and very little rest in sight. So, I’m looking forward to birthday parties this week, pinochle, photos and fun.
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And if you just can’t
And if you just can’t get enough Max, my sister posted her funny little experience with my boy today, which reveals the other bit of news I was going to reveal. Yes, I shaved off my goatee. Aaaaa-aaaaall gone.
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The Daring Young Man This
The Daring Young Man
This morning, after waking me up by crawling into bed with us and proceeding to kick me in the calves for about twenty minutes as he tried to use my legs as a blanket and dragging me downstairs, I was sitting on the couch, and Max was doing his Max thing. Max‘s “thing” includes drawing, spelling one or more of the thirty words he knows how to spell, jumping off the couch, singing, asking lots of questions about what just happened and making up songs that usually contain just two syllables repeated over and over and over to a tune he makes up as he goes.
Hopefully, I’ve set the scene properly for you. So, I’m watching something on TV, and Max is running around. Suddenly, he stops in front of the couch, puts his arms half-cocked at his sides, elbows in, hands out and begins grunting. He’s straining his shoulders down, chin out and making a lot of noise. Now, I’ve never seen Max do this before. Max does some funny stuff, but this took the cake. So, I asked him what he was doing. Max stopped grunting, turned to me with a look of indignation that I didn’t know what he was doing and said, “I’m trying to fly, daddy,” and went back to grunting.
He gave up on the grunting after a few seconds, and decided that the best way to get airborne was to jump off the couch, which he did several dozen times, flapping his arms madly between the couch and the ground. The couch is not a great height off the ground, so he got maybe two flaps in before he landed loudly on the floor, slapped the ground with his hands and started all over again.
He’s gonna fly some day, I swear.
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I’m not the only one
I’m not the only one who thinks he’s brilliant. My sister tells a cute little story about my boy. He’s so smart, it’s scary. We’ve talked to enough people about his spelling and other reading-like capabilities that we know he’s really reading now. The scary part is, he’s really reading. He’s figured it out himself, mostly, which is the scariest part. He’s the best.
He was so cute this morning. I should have taken a picture. He ran into our room in his little running shorts wearing the funny blue cowboy hat Jen got him and singing. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he was just too cute for words.
More later on more stuff…
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My lovely wife now has
My lovely wife now has her own blog!! I’ve been trying to sell her on the idea for a while now and she finally took my up on the offer. Please be kind and wipe your feet before going in.
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She Speaks Again!! Kev has
She Speaks Again!!
Kev has offered to set up a website of my very own. Nice of him, huh? Personally though, I think it is because he doesn’t want to share his groovy ‘fighting spacemen” with me. And what if nobody goes to my site? Kev already gets tons of traffic, so I would have a ready-made audience for my Max stories (like how he can spell zebra and book, among others) and for my life-as-a-housewife commentary. Ahh well, Kev said he would show me to my own site tonight… So, this is Jen signing off.
Editor’s Note: I’m under the weather, so it may be a couple days till Jen’s site gets set up. But, it will happen shortly!!! And I don’t get “tons” of traffic. 50 unique visitors a day does not mean a “ton”.
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This one’s from Jen: Kevin
This one’s from Jen:
Kevin has been too busy to blog, so I am going to try to take up the slack. Some info about me: I am 28 (gasp!), graduate of U of Arizona, mom to super Max, and a Taurus. My hobbies include reading, lunching with the ladies, and decorating my house. Here is a list of things I love and hate:
Love:
- Being married to Kev
- This picture of Max
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer
- March Madness
- The Olive Garden
- Jason Biggs’ character in American Pie 2 said, “One time, at band camp…”
Hate:
- Laundry
- Oz
- Macaroni Grill
- PT Cruisers
Here is a list about Max
Love:
- Blue’s Clues
- Lambie, his stuffed lamb
- Aunt Heather and Uncle Steve, his favorite playmates
- numbers and letters, he draws them constantly
Hate:
- Barney (ok, well, Max doesn’t really hate barney. I hate him for the both if us and he is strictly forbidden in the house)
- Aunt Heather’s hair when straight (Max actually said, “I don’t like it… I don’t like it” when he first saw Aunt Heather’s hair straight from the salon)
- Being pantless
