Bennett
"thats a catapiller"
person over 18: "what does a catapillar turn into?"
"an elephant"
"My mom's been on a mean streak"
To the 70 yr old woman behind us on the plane
"Are you going to visit your grandpa?"
Chase
"mmmwhau ah aha ha ah ew awwwwwww onk"
"errrrrrrggggggg ahahaha smilllllllllllllllllllle"
"adorablness. I should be in a competetion for red headed babies I am so cute and such a hat baby"
Rob
"Shoot we accidentely took Moses home from Church with us. Look at him part that lake on the GPS as he sits on our dashboard"
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Happy Graduation Baby sister
"HER"
If I made a stained glass window that had all the parts of you I like
it would would be made of so many colors
and pictures of irreverent things. And it would look like no other window
that anyone has ever seen.
Maybe it would have cows on it
that would be numbered or even named
names like angel dust and Earl and Appendicitis
The kind of cows a girl could consult with
I bet there would be cats on it too
a midnight cat- named itsy bitsy bruno
and cats falling out of pockets of purple dresses
and cats that we pretend to like
And maybe a picture of of man with a buzzer, a quiz bowl if you will
ill take biblical whores for 200. and thats correct said a person named alex
and perhaps a party after the big win
maybe even a masquerade with strange and estranged people
And then after the party we were all so tired
that we slept for hours on the craftmatic adjustable bed
while watching the LOTR trilogy
and reading about middle earth in all its great middleness
And some pepperoni right out of the bag
Is it GF? I know they must be
The only thing that could make this spicy meat better
is if she could put some nutella on it
And the window would show her accomplishments
like playing sweet songs and the "cough" ing
and being in general amazing at being like no one else
except perhaps a little like the author of this ryme
her handwriting's getting better
but she still cleans her room by pushing all the heeled shoes
and ruffely shirts and mascaras and HP stuff and I dont mean hewlett packard
under the bed.
as if she was 4.
This is all starting to sound like a bad trip
or for melanie a dream
since she has never experimented with illegal drugs
and this all has nothing to do with the window
So back to the window
it would be goergeous, as pretty as an ice princess
and perhaps blinding to the eyes of some
but only to the ones with cataracs- those who are impared to the point of not recognizing
true genious when they see it
however Melanie has perfect vision
And the window, or the girl, lets just call her Melanie and be done with this foolishness
would be so loved by so many.
and those many will be so careful to protect her and guide her
and keep others from trying to hurt her
but I am quite sure she will do okay on her own
as she is gifted and so unique
and lays on the couch a lot less than she used to.
If I made a stained glass window that had all the parts of you I like
it would would be made of so many colors
and pictures of irreverent things. And it would look like no other window
that anyone has ever seen.
Maybe it would have cows on it
that would be numbered or even named
names like angel dust and Earl and Appendicitis
The kind of cows a girl could consult with
I bet there would be cats on it too
a midnight cat- named itsy bitsy bruno
and cats falling out of pockets of purple dresses
and cats that we pretend to like
And maybe a picture of of man with a buzzer, a quiz bowl if you will
ill take biblical whores for 200. and thats correct said a person named alex
and perhaps a party after the big win
maybe even a masquerade with strange and estranged people
And then after the party we were all so tired
that we slept for hours on the craftmatic adjustable bed
while watching the LOTR trilogy
and reading about middle earth in all its great middleness
And some pepperoni right out of the bag
Is it GF? I know they must be
The only thing that could make this spicy meat better
is if she could put some nutella on it
And the window would show her accomplishments
like playing sweet songs and the "cough" ing
and being in general amazing at being like no one else
except perhaps a little like the author of this ryme
her handwriting's getting better
but she still cleans her room by pushing all the heeled shoes
and ruffely shirts and mascaras and HP stuff and I dont mean hewlett packard
under the bed.
as if she was 4.
This is all starting to sound like a bad trip
or for melanie a dream
since she has never experimented with illegal drugs
and this all has nothing to do with the window
So back to the window
it would be goergeous, as pretty as an ice princess
and perhaps blinding to the eyes of some
but only to the ones with cataracs- those who are impared to the point of not recognizing
true genious when they see it
however Melanie has perfect vision
And the window, or the girl, lets just call her Melanie and be done with this foolishness
would be so loved by so many.
and those many will be so careful to protect her and guide her
and keep others from trying to hurt her
but I am quite sure she will do okay on her own
as she is gifted and so unique
and lays on the couch a lot less than she used to.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Elemay
Little Chase was baptized this weekend. It was quite a special occasion. The Macombers and the Claus' were crying and smiling..a few of the Cases too. There were mayonnaise based salads EVERYWHERE. The boys both crashed on the way home, and Rob drove while mostly asleep....and then ate his 15$ Ruben from zingermans as soon as we walked in the door. If I liked any of the ingredients I might have gotten one to0. I don't even like the bread.
I am feeling less than creative right now...like...if I keep writing it will look a lot like my 3rd grade young authors story...I was____ . She said _______ The man eating squirrel went _____.
Melanie stayed with us on Sunday and is still here as we speak. Yesterday she didn't put pants that had a waste band on until 4:10 pm. Shes quite the slothly little one. She graduates soon. Ah how time flies. She is only 12 though.
They used to call her mini-me. Or was it mii. And by that I mean mini-ME, Lindsay. We used to look more alike than we do now, that's what people say, or maybe because she was so tiny that her features were barely visible.
Now we dont even look the same from the back. But that has to a lot to do with the different specs of our junky trunks. We both oscillate when we walk, but she straight up swivels. Its like a lazy Melanie where you put the cereal boxes. Which is funny because she is pretty sedentary.
Love ya Mel! :)
I am feeling less than creative right now...like...if I keep writing it will look a lot like my 3rd grade young authors story...I was____ . She said _______ The man eating squirrel went _____.
Melanie stayed with us on Sunday and is still here as we speak. Yesterday she didn't put pants that had a waste band on until 4:10 pm. Shes quite the slothly little one. She graduates soon. Ah how time flies. She is only 12 though.
They used to call her mini-me. Or was it mii. And by that I mean mini-ME, Lindsay. We used to look more alike than we do now, that's what people say, or maybe because she was so tiny that her features were barely visible.
Now we dont even look the same from the back. But that has to a lot to do with the different specs of our junky trunks. We both oscillate when we walk, but she straight up swivels. Its like a lazy Melanie where you put the cereal boxes. Which is funny because she is pretty sedentary.
Love ya Mel! :)
Friday, May 15, 2009
Milking
People get pretty embarrassed about feeding via breast. Robs uncle went to the basement. He didn't even want to be on the same floor as my canteens.
Ryan looks like he is going to cry every time I unbutton.
Trevor asks a lot of questions. He saw me snapping up my bra once and asked "so do all your clothes come apart now?" Nope trev. Other than I have to wear Velcro shoes now. That's what milky moms do.
Ryan looks like he is going to cry every time I unbutton.
Trevor asks a lot of questions. He saw me snapping up my bra once and asked "so do all your clothes come apart now?" Nope trev. Other than I have to wear Velcro shoes now. That's what milky moms do.
Sad
My Best Childhood friend lost her mommy today. The saddest part is that 8 years ago, right after graduating high school, she lost her daddy. Both to cancer. It's not fair. It makes me very thankful for my parents. Her Mom and Dad adored her too, people that really are miss-able.
I feel a hole in my heart that my grandma left. I cant imagine loosing a parent at age 18, or 25.
Mortality, immortality, doesnt matter. They cease to exist when we cease to exist.
My prayers are with you Sarah.
I feel a hole in my heart that my grandma left. I cant imagine loosing a parent at age 18, or 25.
Mortality, immortality, doesnt matter. They cease to exist when we cease to exist.
My prayers are with you Sarah.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Swinging is enjoyable
Chase hates his swing. What kind of baby hates his swing? He flails his arms as if he is going to be flung out. I spin the little furry bears for him and he grunts out his maddest cry. He HATES furry bears. I play the music for him and he ignores it.
Only one time he fell asleep in it, but that was only because he was in a trance -Rob made him watch an hour long Caribbean seafood cook off on the food channel with him. Lobster makes me tired too. Jerk.
Only one time he fell asleep in it, but that was only because he was in a trance -Rob made him watch an hour long Caribbean seafood cook off on the food channel with him. Lobster makes me tired too. Jerk.
Mmmm girl that place was hit up'
There is a problem with blogger.com today. It is in Chinese. I found the sign in tab and then guessed my way around until I got to a place where clearly I can type words. They are in English because I don't have a Chinese keyboard.
Rob and I tried to go eat gizzards for Mothers Day, but gizzard city was closed. So we went to a smoke filled bar that had a patio that overlooked a major intersection and waited 1 hour 4 minutes for chicken fingers. We want to start a dive tour, and hit up all these "hit up" places in the greater Lansing area. And then in Michigan. And then to Canada because Rob doesn't believe me about fries and gravy.
Rob and I tried to go eat gizzards for Mothers Day, but gizzard city was closed. So we went to a smoke filled bar that had a patio that overlooked a major intersection and waited 1 hour 4 minutes for chicken fingers. We want to start a dive tour, and hit up all these "hit up" places in the greater Lansing area. And then in Michigan. And then to Canada because Rob doesn't believe me about fries and gravy.
A letter to Chasey
Good morning my little sweet baby! I dont want to forget to tell you these things, so I will write them down whenever I get a moment.
Do you know that this is the first time in my life that I wish that I could stop time? I was always looking forward, as I am now, but there is something so perfect about you just the way you are right now, that I don't want this time to leave. You have a wonderful family. Amazing grandparents, and aunties and uncles, and a big brother that loves you very much. And when I met your Daddy our lives changed for the even better. But you were all we needed to take it from really good to really great. Now, Mommy and Daddy may have more little red heads in the future, but you will always hold such a special place in our hearts.
Sometimes I look at you and wonder when I have to give you back. You are so special that its hard to believe you are mine. I wonder when I am going to wake up from this dream of being a mommy to a little angel like you.
Somehow you look just like I pictured you would. Bright eyes, red hair, little adorable round face, and a just slightly chubby body. You are a very spirited boy. You jerk your arms and legs so fast. When you wake up you grunt and jerk. You love to talk and coo. And yesterday Daddy and I were singing to Coldplay and you were singing right along with us. Loudly! You make hilarious faces and do little screams. You look at newt like he is crazy. Which he certainly is. I look down at you when I am rocking you, at your little pudge arms, and think...WOW...I made this. We made this. Its a real tiny person. There has to be a God.
Do you know that this is the first time in my life that I wish that I could stop time? I was always looking forward, as I am now, but there is something so perfect about you just the way you are right now, that I don't want this time to leave. You have a wonderful family. Amazing grandparents, and aunties and uncles, and a big brother that loves you very much. And when I met your Daddy our lives changed for the even better. But you were all we needed to take it from really good to really great. Now, Mommy and Daddy may have more little red heads in the future, but you will always hold such a special place in our hearts.
Sometimes I look at you and wonder when I have to give you back. You are so special that its hard to believe you are mine. I wonder when I am going to wake up from this dream of being a mommy to a little angel like you.
Somehow you look just like I pictured you would. Bright eyes, red hair, little adorable round face, and a just slightly chubby body. You are a very spirited boy. You jerk your arms and legs so fast. When you wake up you grunt and jerk. You love to talk and coo. And yesterday Daddy and I were singing to Coldplay and you were singing right along with us. Loudly! You make hilarious faces and do little screams. You look at newt like he is crazy. Which he certainly is. I look down at you when I am rocking you, at your little pudge arms, and think...WOW...I made this. We made this. Its a real tiny person. There has to be a God.
Munich
There are two things that a man must posses in order for me to give him a second look: A supple vegetable garden. And a pressure cooker for canning.
We recently possessed the pressure cooker via amazon.com. This months project was sauerkraut. Grandma Betty gave us a recipe for sour kraut. It was something like: A big ceramic jar, a bunch of salt, and 60 lbs of cabbage- let sit (in your laundry room) for 2 weeks. But then she called right back to say she couldn't remember if it was 6 lbs of cabbage or 60?!? Somewhat significant.
This was followed by a frantic call by Marvin telling us to scrape any mold that appears off the top but NOT to drain the juice. So Rob shreds the cabbage with a miniature guillotine in my living room while we watch keeping up with the Kardashians. He lets it ferment in my laundry room.
Yesterday I return home from a walk with my friend- I was gone close to 2 hours. Rob complained that Chase cried "almost the whole time." Hmmm. Yet somehow he managed to fill, seal, and complete 24 jars of this filth in my kitchen. It still reeks.
We recently possessed the pressure cooker via amazon.com. This months project was sauerkraut. Grandma Betty gave us a recipe for sour kraut. It was something like: A big ceramic jar, a bunch of salt, and 60 lbs of cabbage- let sit (in your laundry room) for 2 weeks. But then she called right back to say she couldn't remember if it was 6 lbs of cabbage or 60?!? Somewhat significant.
This was followed by a frantic call by Marvin telling us to scrape any mold that appears off the top but NOT to drain the juice. So Rob shreds the cabbage with a miniature guillotine in my living room while we watch keeping up with the Kardashians. He lets it ferment in my laundry room.
Yesterday I return home from a walk with my friend- I was gone close to 2 hours. Rob complained that Chase cried "almost the whole time." Hmmm. Yet somehow he managed to fill, seal, and complete 24 jars of this filth in my kitchen. It still reeks.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Meizzle
I'm just so many things. And I have so many things to share. Mainly a spiderweb of congested thoughts that circle around in my brain at high speed until I can give them a ticket to get off at a stop somewhere. I love my family, my husband, my babies, red heads,stray doggies, bangles and bracelets, and nut butters. But Most importantly, my hand gets cramped when writing in the baby book, but I can post at work and disguise it for productivity. Martin-if you are reading this- I am joking. Mostly.
unforgettable like american idol
Bennett yells from the basement bathroom "I need some paper toilet!" I bring him down a roll of Charmain to find him completely naked. We have since been made aware that he will now only use the bathroom in a state of total nakedness. We have a good friend who had this same childhood "problem." He said it lasted quite a few years. For now, this is a fine preference for a domestic setting, but Rob and I wonder, what happens when he has to use the restroom at Sears, or Arbys, or at a line dancing competition at the DeltaPlex ? And what if the urinals are the only thing available? And what if he is 14 and still doing it? Ahhh, parenthood. Fear, worry, angst- for this is the plight of mankind.
Newt walks by with cat in mouth (Cat lives two places- under couch and in mouth). Bennett says "Newt dont eat that cat. We just got it!" It seems it would be much more appropriate for Newt to eat a gently used cat, or one that we might be ready to sell at a garage sale.
FREE CHICKEN YA'LL. Rob and I, the capitalist high-cholesterol ridden freeloaders that we are, printed our free KFC coupons the minute we heard that Oprah really might be the anti-christ in her attempt to woo the masses with coleslaw and dark meat.
We're in line. 15 cars back. I want Mac and Cheese. Managers choice only- mashed and coleslaw. Damn. While in the drive through little Chase starts screaming. I check under the hood. Good Lord its a category 4. Past the crack and up the back. So were in the drive through, Chase is naked and screaming, the door is open as rob hangs out of the G6, and we attempt to clean up this Terrorist poo that struck from nowhere. All the clothes are done for. I don't care how broke we are I am throwing them out.
5 minutes later Chase is clothed, in a barely 2nd string outfit that came from the depths of a clearance rack somewhere, and we have our chicken. Life is good.
Sometimes our home is so full of love I feel like I might explode. (Especially when MORE family comes to visit)! Our maybe its the house that feels like its going to explode. Regardless, something feels very full. And its not my stomach becuase I only eat fiber one bars and peanut butter. But I hope its not my heart, becuase if that explodes its irreversible, and I am not a great candidate for a transplant. I barely ever remember to wash my hands, never donate blood, and I am not always that pleasant to be around.
***I realize that the more time I spend writeing on here the less time I have to spend with my baby, and other relevent family members, thus losing good material. I have got to strike a good balance. And even though its true that my pregnancy was only a result of exrtreme boredom :), the little guy, and the big guy, and a bunch of medium guys, deserve Mommys attention, and I deserve something decent to write about. The chicken barely made the cut.
PS I found spell check
'Chaser no Chasing..."
I lay in bed with Rob and Chase on Saturday morning. Rob, half asleep, kisses the cat on the ass thinking its our son lying next to him. As I look at Chase's pudgy pink face, and peek down the back of his diaper to catch a glimpse at his tiny baby humps, I wonder how I got to be so lucky. I wonder how and why he picked me to be his mom. Rob and I couldnt have done this on our own....he is far too perfect. And I could have gotten the really really huge kid, or the kid that inherited all my genetic defects, or Robs unpleasant disposition. Nope. I got this perfect little goergeous angel. (Does this thing have spell check?). Rob said this morning he thinks Chase might be a conductor. He waves his arms around in a spastic way. And from 8:30-9:30 every morning he talks our ear off. The talking thing has nothing to do with being a conductor, they seem to be quiet people, although not as quiet as mimes. But my band teacher Goerge Dugan had a lot to say. He also threw things at me and gave me a detention every day.
I pray a lot more since this angel was dropped into my life. I pray that God, whoever and wherever he is, will keep this baby safe, and happy, and to let me be the best Mommy this imperfect world can offer. I cant wait to spoil him with love for the rest of his life. I hope some other members of my family and people in my life feel spoiled with love, too...sometimes? Thats really the only goal in life that matters.
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