*pout*
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| My TV personality Self |
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Starbucks Got Bored-er.
31-oz iced drinks.
I sH*t you not.
Maybe they are a soul-less corporation-y corporation...
...Nah.
I sH*t you not.
Maybe they are a soul-less corporation-y corporation...
...Nah.
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| Coming Soon: the Trenta |
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I punch babies.
Those who know me well know how much I love to punch babies. Yes! I punch babies! In their bellies! Sometimes IN THEIR KIDNEYS! And you know what? They totally love it. I have yet to meet a baby whom I have punched who hasn't giggled with glee (or at the very least tolerated it graciously and stoically).
I come from the parenting school of "beat your children from birth". Okay, that's not our official name, but it could be. Lest you fear I actually *beat* my kids, rest assured I don't, but I do occasionally step on them or sit on their heads. Or drop them from tall heights onto couches or beds. Or cross their arms gruffly, pinning them to themselves while sing-songing "Wylet loves herself, Wylet loves herself". It's cruel stuff really, and wonderfully awesome.
Strangely, my children love this rough play. And I've found that it's great training for the surprise wipeout. My kids rarely cry when they trip or crash. When they fall, it's as if they really do bounce. And while that is probably a result of us laughing our a$$es off every time they do (hey, it's funny), I think playing with kids like they aren't made of porcelain is a really good thing. It builds, to borrow a term from my studies, "self-efficacy".
One of my PT courses this quarter is Pediatrics, and we're learning about child development. A key point from today's class was that tiny infants' vestibular systems (think balance) are stimulated when their caregivers bounce them, pat them, rock them. All those movements of their tiny little bodies begin the cascade of developing motor skills. What I took from this (aside from the fact that God made us wonderfully, indeed) is that all babies want to get punched. Yes, in their tiny kidneys.
So go to it folks, go punch some babies and do them and their vestibular systems a favor.*
*No babies were harmed in the making of this blog post.
I come from the parenting school of "beat your children from birth". Okay, that's not our official name, but it could be. Lest you fear I actually *beat* my kids, rest assured I don't, but I do occasionally step on them or sit on their heads. Or drop them from tall heights onto couches or beds. Or cross their arms gruffly, pinning them to themselves while sing-songing "Wylet loves herself, Wylet loves herself". It's cruel stuff really, and wonderfully awesome.
Strangely, my children love this rough play. And I've found that it's great training for the surprise wipeout. My kids rarely cry when they trip or crash. When they fall, it's as if they really do bounce. And while that is probably a result of us laughing our a$$es off every time they do (hey, it's funny), I think playing with kids like they aren't made of porcelain is a really good thing. It builds, to borrow a term from my studies, "self-efficacy".
One of my PT courses this quarter is Pediatrics, and we're learning about child development. A key point from today's class was that tiny infants' vestibular systems (think balance) are stimulated when their caregivers bounce them, pat them, rock them. All those movements of their tiny little bodies begin the cascade of developing motor skills. What I took from this (aside from the fact that God made us wonderfully, indeed) is that all babies want to get punched. Yes, in their tiny kidneys.
So go to it folks, go punch some babies and do them and their vestibular systems a favor.*
*No babies were harmed in the making of this blog post.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
More Modern Family.
Today will be the day I finish Season One of Modern Family. This is a bittersweet day. Because as happy as I will be to be caught up with the rest of America, I have really enjoyed all these times the Family and I have shared together during the quiet hour between me getting home from school and the kids coming home.
But it's ok. We'll have time for each other later.
As I was thinking about this post, I spent a few minutes on Facebook and caught site of a friend's survey results. Which led me wonder if there is a Modern Family survey. Which led me to wonder, if there was, which character would I be? Which led me to wonder...and conclude...immediately and with absolute certainty...
I am Cam. And our similarities go far beyond the charming jowl.
Yes folks, you read it here first. I am a flamboyantly gay man. And proud of it.
But it's ok. We'll have time for each other later.
As I was thinking about this post, I spent a few minutes on Facebook and caught site of a friend's survey results. Which led me wonder if there is a Modern Family survey. Which led me to wonder, if there was, which character would I be? Which led me to wonder...and conclude...immediately and with absolute certainty...
I am Cam. And our similarities go far beyond the charming jowl.
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| Cam and a baby that is not Lily |
Yes folks, you read it here first. I am a flamboyantly gay man. And proud of it.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Meet Violet
Violet is 2 1/2 years old and is in the Ocean Room at Fairview School. Her teachers are Mrs Kim and Miss Wood. Her best friends in school are Sophia, Carter and Piper, though really she'd rather play with Wilson.
Violet's nicknames are Tiny Miss (Daddy), Bekah (Wilson), Stinky (Mommy and others) and Vi-Vi (school).
Violet loves to sing along with music and especially likes to dance. Her favorite songs are Moonshadow by Cat Stevens, Down to the River to Pray by Alison Krauss, ABCs by various artists and Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne.
Violet likes the idea of movies more than she likes actually watching them. Given the choice, however, she'll take the first five minutes of Finding Nemo over the first five minutes of other movies.
Violet is a pretty good eater but frequently ends up just eating the five things the Wilson will eat. Her favorite food is definitely cheese and her favorite drink is milk.
Violet generally has her bunny with her. The bunny's name is Hoppy Hoppy. Violet's other bunnies except for one are also all named Hoppy Hoppy. The bunny always accompanies Violet to bed. She also likes to read books in bed. She will often stay up late reading to herself. Her favorite books are The Hungry Caterpillar and hidden-picture books.
Violet loves Wilson and her daddy very much but her favorite thing on all the Earth is Mommy. Even more than Hoppy Hoppy.
Violet's nicknames are Tiny Miss (Daddy), Bekah (Wilson), Stinky (Mommy and others) and Vi-Vi (school).
Violet loves to sing along with music and especially likes to dance. Her favorite songs are Moonshadow by Cat Stevens, Down to the River to Pray by Alison Krauss, ABCs by various artists and Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne.
Violet likes the idea of movies more than she likes actually watching them. Given the choice, however, she'll take the first five minutes of Finding Nemo over the first five minutes of other movies.
Violet is a pretty good eater but frequently ends up just eating the five things the Wilson will eat. Her favorite food is definitely cheese and her favorite drink is milk.
Violet generally has her bunny with her. The bunny's name is Hoppy Hoppy. Violet's other bunnies except for one are also all named Hoppy Hoppy. The bunny always accompanies Violet to bed. She also likes to read books in bed. She will often stay up late reading to herself. Her favorite books are The Hungry Caterpillar and hidden-picture books.
Violet loves Wilson and her daddy very much but her favorite thing on all the Earth is Mommy. Even more than Hoppy Hoppy.
Starbucks Corporate Got Bored.
Starbucks went and changed their logo this year. I get why they did it in 1992 (there are some things we don't need to see while sipping our coffee), but the 2011 version just feels...like the corporate folks couldn't muster the energy to make something interesting.
Will it keep me from patronizing? Of course not. As long as they're brewing and don't evolve into some kind of lefty hippie circus, I'll be drinking their tall nonfat caramel macchiatos.
But. Still.
Will it keep me from patronizing? Of course not. As long as they're brewing and don't evolve into some kind of lefty hippie circus, I'll be drinking their tall nonfat caramel macchiatos.
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| Feh, Better, Great, Less Great |
But. Still.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Confessional.
Modern Family is my new favorite thing. (Sorry Glee.) I'm halfway through the first season, and I can't get enough!!So. Confession time.
I, too, dress up for firefighters.
Go ahead. Judge me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
R to the Ou to the Tine.
The past four mornings I've maintained a set routine: wake up, pop Jillian in the player, succumb to her punishments for 25 excruciating minutes, wallow in my own sweat until feeling returns to my limbs, dress the kids, take them to school then shower. Shower! Every day! I've even been wearing makeup and...earrings. I know. The madness cannot possibly continue...sweatpants and dirty hair are surely on the horizon.
But for now, there is something so calming about this routine, even though it begins early and painfully. Keeps the rhythm of the day set at "cool", and keeps me happy. Keeps the kids happy. Keeps us all happy, which is nice if we're going to stay a family through the duration of [the Shred] grad school.
Now I'm sipping my caramel americano with my organized little binder ready to learn. It's only day 4, so this "routine" will change over the next couple weeks, but for now...couldn't be more perfect.
But for now, there is something so calming about this routine, even though it begins early and painfully. Keeps the rhythm of the day set at "cool", and keeps me happy. Keeps the kids happy. Keeps us all happy, which is nice if we're going to stay a family through the duration of [the Shred] grad school.
Now I'm sipping my caramel americano with my organized little binder ready to learn. It's only day 4, so this "routine" will change over the next couple weeks, but for now...couldn't be more perfect.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Shred.
So I buckled. This out-of-shape thing? Doesn't look good on me. Most importantly I am tired all the time and can't chase Wilson down the street without nearly asphyxiating. Mommy needs to get her act together, and fast!
But when? Where? My life is crazy, I rarely sleep, how can I fit training into this life I lead?
I found my answer in Jillian Michaels. She promises to take me from this:
to this:
in just 30 days. That's a big promise, folks, but since she's a celebrity, I trust her.
I will probably blog (read: whine) about this now and again. Sorry. But when I'm all lithe and not-sleepy at 3pm and able to chase my Tiny Man halfway across the city, it'll totally be worth it. I'll try to keep it pithy. And clean. Try.
But when? Where? My life is crazy, I rarely sleep, how can I fit training into this life I lead?
I found my answer in Jillian Michaels. She promises to take me from this:
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| Before Jillian |
to this:
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| After Jillian |
in just 30 days. That's a big promise, folks, but since she's a celebrity, I trust her.
I will probably blog (read: whine) about this now and again. Sorry. But when I'm all lithe and not-sleepy at 3pm and able to chase my Tiny Man halfway across the city, it'll totally be worth it. I'll try to keep it pithy. And clean. Try.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Goin' to the Chapel.
But it isn't just my wedding that was wonderful. The lead-up to it and then the long time since has been pretty great too. We've had our ups and downs as most couples do, and the trials of tragedy and graduate school have stretched us in ways neither of us expected nor for which we were prepared. But I think <*knock on wood*> despite these things and the inherent bias of our different ages, that we're going to make it.
I'm a spiritual person but sometimes...I'm superstitious too. And I think that good beginnings speak favorably for good endings. So I'm looking to do everything possible to make sure my pal has a perfect wedding day so that 6.5 years from now she feels about hers the way I feel about mine. But more importantly, I'm making an effort in this new year to be a better wife, so that when my spouse thinks back on that day, he feels affirmed in his choice of mate.
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