Ohhhh! Living on a prayer!
Actually we're living on Josh's paychecks and loans. Thanks honey!
Today is the halfway point in my grad school program. So in 1.5 years, I'll finally be done with these shenanigans. Just in time to start new ones, of course. Preferably some that are less expensive and more conducive to sleep and gluttony.
Thanks for y'alls' support these many months! Not too far now!
(Oh who am I kidding? I could gestate two children in the time I have left to go. *sigh* :)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Life to Date.
Friends and family,
Boy howdy, we've been busy! Though I'm not sure with what...life? Sometimes just trucking through the day feels like an insurmountable obstacle. Perhaps it's just the weather...
So what's new? First of all, I just turned 30. 30! And I'm not even sorry about it. I kinda feel cool being in this decade where people are generally productive, mature and fertile. It makes me feel like I should be taken more seriously...and that I've finally arrived. Feels good! My friends (like you) and family made me feel very loved and special on my birthday, flooding my Facebook page with good wishes, for example, and Josh and the kids' sang me happy birthday over cupcakes. :) Awwww. Josh spoiled me over the weekend by a) letting me take an all-day photography class and then b) picking me up and taking me to a lovely dinner together before whisking me to a lovely B&B in North Bend along the Snohomish river. Where they had chickens. And goats. And mattresses like clouds. And niiiiiiice people who cook like magicians.
We've been able to spend lots of hours together "just us" lately thanks to Josh's mom, Gigi. She came to town to bond with her newest grandson and to play with our kids on weekends. Seriously, it's awesome! We go to lunch and just sit there in the peaceful stillness, chewing contentedly. We run errands without pushing carts laden with squirmy chattle. We adore the break, and the one giving it!
What else of late? Hmmm. Oh yes, I had to travel to Olympia with my class and 670 other PT professionals/students to talk with legislators. I appreciate the lesson, but would have much preferred staying home and studying. Or sleeping. I got very little out of it, save for a couple nice photos which, if you're interested, can be found here.
Also? Raspberry mochas are the shizzle.
Hope you and yours are well!
Love,
The Demetrescus
Boy howdy, we've been busy! Though I'm not sure with what...life? Sometimes just trucking through the day feels like an insurmountable obstacle. Perhaps it's just the weather...
So what's new? First of all, I just turned 30. 30! And I'm not even sorry about it. I kinda feel cool being in this decade where people are generally productive, mature and fertile. It makes me feel like I should be taken more seriously...and that I've finally arrived. Feels good! My friends (like you) and family made me feel very loved and special on my birthday, flooding my Facebook page with good wishes, for example, and Josh and the kids' sang me happy birthday over cupcakes. :) Awwww. Josh spoiled me over the weekend by a) letting me take an all-day photography class and then b) picking me up and taking me to a lovely dinner together before whisking me to a lovely B&B in North Bend along the Snohomish river. Where they had chickens. And goats. And mattresses like clouds. And niiiiiiice people who cook like magicians.
We've been able to spend lots of hours together "just us" lately thanks to Josh's mom, Gigi. She came to town to bond with her newest grandson and to play with our kids on weekends. Seriously, it's awesome! We go to lunch and just sit there in the peaceful stillness, chewing contentedly. We run errands without pushing carts laden with squirmy chattle. We adore the break, and the one giving it!
What else of late? Hmmm. Oh yes, I had to travel to Olympia with my class and 670 other PT professionals/students to talk with legislators. I appreciate the lesson, but would have much preferred staying home and studying. Or sleeping. I got very little out of it, save for a couple nice photos which, if you're interested, can be found here.
Also? Raspberry mochas are the shizzle.
Hope you and yours are well!
Love,
The Demetrescus
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.
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