*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
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