Wednesday, July 22, 2009
It Becomes Apparent You Have Grossly Failed Your Child When
You find a Phillips screwdriver sticking out of the electrical outlet. Thank heavens for plastic handles.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Asher Had His First Date Yesterday
http://djeeb.blogspot.com/2009/07/laurens-first-date.html
As you can see, Asher was a smooth operator and kept a positive outlook, moving in quickly for the handhold despite his Mom obnoxiously spouting encouragement in the background. It's a wonder his head didn't explode from the outrageously high pitched baby talk voice. And it's a wonder that he's the son of Mr. I Waited Three Months From My First Kiss to My Second Kiss.
As you can see, Asher was a smooth operator and kept a positive outlook, moving in quickly for the handhold despite his Mom obnoxiously spouting encouragement in the background. It's a wonder his head didn't explode from the outrageously high pitched baby talk voice. And it's a wonder that he's the son of Mr. I Waited Three Months From My First Kiss to My Second Kiss.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
And I Love Him Because He Knows "More Than Words" Isn't Satisfactory
I know it's been awhile. I'm busy. But rest assured, I have like three blog entries marinating in my brain. I'll post them when they're good and saucy.
I went to my adorable cousin's bridal shower the other night. They appropriately gazed into each other's eyes and gushed about all their mate's admirable qualities and how they know they will love each other forever.
It made me feel old.
I went home to Tyler and very adorably batted my eyes and asked him to tell me why he loved me. He rolled his equally adorable eyes and told me he needed to do his homework.
I pouted a bit (one of my more adorable qualities) and went to sleep.
I found this in my inbox the next day:
"Laura:
Why do I love you?
You have the best smile of anyone I know.
You're almost as funny as me--though you don't recognize much of a sense of humor in me.
You're the kindest person I've ever known.
You stopped your tickling rule as soon as you realized it was more fun to tickle me.
You have begun one of the hardest stages of our lives with the most optimistic attitude.
You constantly serve your boys (me included).
You're sexy.
Really sexy!
You prioritize life so well.
You think highly of me--though sometimes you shouldn't.
You do the abc stuff--and other examples of great mothering.
You look really cute in baseball caps.
You're sporty.
You rub my back--even though I never rub yours.
You're always excited when I come home and sad when I leave--or you pretend to be.
You love your family.
You have great hair.
You're tanner than me.
You have the most beautiful gray eyes of any girl I know.
You go to the zoo and to the balls and to the marbles at least once a week.
You read to our kids.
You've promised to never cheat on me, and you understand that I'll never forgive you if you do.
You think your measly one master's degree is as good as my two master's degrees.
You're unbelievably intelligent.
You use words no one else knows. In fact, you can only explain those words by waving your hands around while saying the words.
You have great legs.
You like to be taken out to dinner.
You love me.
You don't mind if I take 10 minutes out of study time to write you an email.
You're all mine (refer back to the "don't cheat on me" item)
I love you,
Tyler"
Let's just say chances I'll renew for another six months this August 17 are pretty good.
I went to my adorable cousin's bridal shower the other night. They appropriately gazed into each other's eyes and gushed about all their mate's admirable qualities and how they know they will love each other forever.
It made me feel old.
I went home to Tyler and very adorably batted my eyes and asked him to tell me why he loved me. He rolled his equally adorable eyes and told me he needed to do his homework.
I pouted a bit (one of my more adorable qualities) and went to sleep.
I found this in my inbox the next day:
"Laura:
Why do I love you?
You have the best smile of anyone I know.
You're almost as funny as me--though you don't recognize much of a sense of humor in me.
You're the kindest person I've ever known.
You stopped your tickling rule as soon as you realized it was more fun to tickle me.
You have begun one of the hardest stages of our lives with the most optimistic attitude.
You constantly serve your boys (me included).
You're sexy.
Really sexy!
You prioritize life so well.
You think highly of me--though sometimes you shouldn't.
You do the abc stuff--and other examples of great mothering.
You look really cute in baseball caps.
You're sporty.
You rub my back--even though I never rub yours.
You're always excited when I come home and sad when I leave--or you pretend to be.
You love your family.
You have great hair.
You're tanner than me.
You have the most beautiful gray eyes of any girl I know.
You go to the zoo and to the balls and to the marbles at least once a week.
You read to our kids.
You've promised to never cheat on me, and you understand that I'll never forgive you if you do.
You think your measly one master's degree is as good as my two master's degrees.
You're unbelievably intelligent.
You use words no one else knows. In fact, you can only explain those words by waving your hands around while saying the words.
You have great legs.
You like to be taken out to dinner.
You love me.
You don't mind if I take 10 minutes out of study time to write you an email.
You're all mine (refer back to the "don't cheat on me" item)
I love you,
Tyler"
Let's just say chances I'll renew for another six months this August 17 are pretty good.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Our Little American Ambassador
We have wonderful Nepalese friends named Bhoj and Dipa. We met Bhoj last fall, when we decided to take part in a Be Friends to Foreign U of U Students program. Bhoj is pronounced Boze, or maybe it's Voze, or maybe Vojh. I'm still not certain, but since Bhoj smiles forgivingly when I try, I've stopped trying to get it just right. We've had Bhoj to dinner a couple of times and taken him hiking in what he calls our "hills." Apparently Mount Olympus has got nothin on Mount Everest.
Last weekend Bhoj's wife Dipa came to Salt Lake and they invited us to dinner. We talked with Talmage on the car ride to their apartment about proper guest etiquette. "Don't say you don't like something," we told him. "You're welcome to say you're all done if you don't want to eat something, but you can't say you don't like it." Talmage understood and assured us he would be gracious.
Dipa laid out a delectable feast of cilantro curry potatoes, spicy chicken, rice, and a sauce that I still can't quite identify. I enjoyed the savory spread, but was a bit worried when Talmage tried the first bite. Tyler and I waited cautiously as Talmage sampled the potatoes, screwing up his nose a bit.
Our fears were confirmed when he looked straight at Bhoj and said, "I'm not going to say I don't like it."
Last weekend Bhoj's wife Dipa came to Salt Lake and they invited us to dinner. We talked with Talmage on the car ride to their apartment about proper guest etiquette. "Don't say you don't like something," we told him. "You're welcome to say you're all done if you don't want to eat something, but you can't say you don't like it." Talmage understood and assured us he would be gracious.
Dipa laid out a delectable feast of cilantro curry potatoes, spicy chicken, rice, and a sauce that I still can't quite identify. I enjoyed the savory spread, but was a bit worried when Talmage tried the first bite. Tyler and I waited cautiously as Talmage sampled the potatoes, screwing up his nose a bit.
Our fears were confirmed when he looked straight at Bhoj and said, "I'm not going to say I don't like it."
No Limits: The Will to Succeed
Michael Phelps won eight gold medals. That's downright impressive.
The book is significantly less impressive.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Hi There
Talmage has picked out a favorite line from a movie for the first time. See if you recognize it.
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