Monkey and Mama
Drunken Monkey?
Oh Lolly Lolly Lolly...Lolliop!
Haley MonkeyFriday, October 31, 2008
Halloween Monkey Business
Monkey and Mama Drunken Monkey? Oh Lolly Lolly Lolly...Lolliop! Haley Monkey
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Pondering my Birthday...
So much to reflect on from the last year, so much I've accomplished, like finding my nostril with my index finger and jammin' it in there...
Friday, August 29, 2008
Ducks in a Row
I'm still hoping to add some photos of our Manassas house, we are really enjoying it, but I'm so far behind I'm chasing my own tail! One of these days I'll post photos of Conor that aren't a month old by the time I get them on the blog. That's what make this picture so funny, because all my ducks are in a row, and it's the only time they probably ever will be!Crawling!
Well, if you liked "Walking" you'll love "Crawling!" Coming soon, "Standing," "Swinging," "Laughing," "Climbing" and "Dancing" (which looks like what Triumph the Insult Dog does to stuffed animals!)
Monday, August 18, 2008
Walking?
Conor has a jumping toy, a riding toy, two walking toys, but he prefers to ride on the dog's back and to walk behind random things he can push, like this moving box, or the window bench in my room, or a kitchen chair...you get the idea. He also likes to pull things out of the recycling and lick them! And if Haley doesn't eat all her food, Conor will try to eat it! Or take a bath in her water-no wonder my nerves are shot!
Crabbiness!
Pickin' crabs is a family tradition, so even though Conor can't actually eat them yet he did grab a mallet and tried to lick the Old Bay seasoning off of it. We both have crabs on our shirts, and Conor even has a crab on his bum! 
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Movin' on up, to the East Side (of Manassas, that is)
"Get out of town! Is this the last box to unpack?" Oh my sweet son, I wish it was!
Does a vacuum suck if it doesn't suck?
Aaron texted me last weekend that Conor is enamored with the vacuum cleaner, and thinking himself quite clever, stated that the child "must not get that from you." Oh Aaron, I appreciate your effort. I replied, "Well I guess I get the last laugh after all dear, since I've managed to get you to do all the vacuuming!"
Lame Excuses
Since I know you come to this blog to read all of my dry commentary on life, I thought I should mention that you'll get none of that this time around, but stay tuned, I'm keeping a list of all the wry witticisms you've come to love...but if you'd like something to make you laugh, you might enjoy hearing that at least once a week Conor sneezes violently while he is eating solid foods and, in a spray that I'm not sure an industrial wind machine could create, he coats me from head to foot, literally, usually in something orange, like squash or sweet potatoes...
Seersuckers
Ok, so there's no explaining why Conor makes the faces he does, but why is my mom making that same face? Must have been something in the seersucker they're both wearing...
Free Chikin'!
Free Chicken? We're there! I've been asked why I'm laughin' like I am in this picture. Aaron was standing around a blind corner in the drive thru lane trying to take the photo and I kept encouraging him to come up on the sidewalk where it was safer because these Northern Va drivers even come around the corner of the drive thru on two wheels but he of course wasn't listening to me so this expression on my face is when he almost got run over...oh Aaron, when will you listen?Standing!
Conor started pulling to standing in Waynesboro (as well as trying to climb the stairs!). I think this is his concentration face.Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Two prayers
Lest you think it's all smiles and giggles here, I wanted to include two prayers from an Iona prayer book a dear friend in N. Ireland sent me that really encouraged me through the difficult times of low energy and no Aaron these last few months.
Lord Christ,
enable me to place my trust in you,
and so to live each day in the present moment.
So often I forget
that you long for peace
and healing in my mind,(body)
and heart.
Your song pierces
even my darkest days,
and your hands
are always
and everywhere,
the source of
my journey
into wholeness
and that inner springtime
which is your gift alone,
Jesus the Risen One.
Evening Prayer (based on a traditional celtic prayer)
Thanks be to you O Christ our lord,
for the many gifts you have given us:
each day and night, each sea and land
each weather fair, each calm ,each wild.
Tonight may we remember your mercy
given so gently and generously:
each thing we have received, from you it came;
each thing for which we hope, from your love it will come;
each thing we enjoy , it is of your bounty,
each thing we ask, comes of your disposing.
O Lord, from whom each thing that is freely flows,
grant that no tie over-strict, no tie over-dear,
may separate us from your constant love,
or from the needs of our neighbours
in whom your face shines
each day and night.
Lord Christ,
enable me to place my trust in you,
and so to live each day in the present moment.
So often I forget
that you long for peace
and healing in my mind,(body)
and heart.
Your song pierces
even my darkest days,
and your hands
are always
and everywhere,
the source of
my journey
into wholeness
and that inner springtime
which is your gift alone,
Jesus the Risen One.
Evening Prayer (based on a traditional celtic prayer)
Thanks be to you O Christ our lord,
for the many gifts you have given us:
each day and night, each sea and land
each weather fair, each calm ,each wild.
Tonight may we remember your mercy
given so gently and generously:
each thing we have received, from you it came;
each thing for which we hope, from your love it will come;
each thing we enjoy , it is of your bounty,
each thing we ask, comes of your disposing.
O Lord, from whom each thing that is freely flows,
grant that no tie over-strict, no tie over-dear,
may separate us from your constant love,
or from the needs of our neighbours
in whom your face shines
each day and night.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Freaks!
My mom saw this and said she thought Aaron looked like he had escaped from a mental institution, so I thought I should add it for everyone's enjoyment! This poor kid has no chance of being normal, does he?Sunday, June 15, 2008
Like Father, Like Son
One picture shows Conor's two bottom teeth, one does not. To get him to smile, Aaron was bending the boy's legs up to his head until his toes touched his ears and nose, silly boys!Just a Swingin'!
Conor got his first taste of the ectasy of swinging at a church picninc today, somehow I have a feeling that this is only going to lead to more daredevil climbing, sliding and all around horseplay way too quickly!Clogger in training...
The ladies in my clogging group made Conor a sequined vest and shoes with taps to match the rest of the group...we will dearly miss them!
From Mother's Day to Father's Day...
So here's the basics: Aaron graduated May 23rd and began working in Fairfax June 4th. He comes home on the weekends now and last week and this week is staying with our good friends, Rick and Patti Bright in Manassas, who's house we are going to rent starting July 1, once the movers get all of our stuff up there. Hopefully we will send out an update after the weekend of the 4th with our new address, phones numbers and emails will remain the same. I hadn't planned on a 4th month alone, so I am really ready for when we'll all be together again in July! Hope to reconnect with folks once we get a little more settled!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Ode to Mothers
Top 10 Signs You're a New Mom...
10. You've washed an entire load of dishes without adding soap.
9. You can't remember nouns: "I need it" or "Bring me the thing."
8. You go to shop at your favorite hip store and bypass the women's section and go straight to baby clothes!
7. You've saved hundreds of magazine articles on feeding, sleeping, etc. and have no idea where you've put them!
6. You discover dried toothpaste on your arm, and, two days later, notice it's still there!
5. Your husband asks, "what's that new scent you're wearing?" and it's the smell of diaper rash cream!
4. There's more hair in your brush than on your head!
3. Stool softener is your new best friend.
2. When you finally do shower you discover you only shaved one armpit.
1. You've asked the question while changing a diaper, "WHAT did you eat?"
10. You've washed an entire load of dishes without adding soap.
9. You can't remember nouns: "I need it" or "Bring me the thing."
8. You go to shop at your favorite hip store and bypass the women's section and go straight to baby clothes!
7. You've saved hundreds of magazine articles on feeding, sleeping, etc. and have no idea where you've put them!
6. You discover dried toothpaste on your arm, and, two days later, notice it's still there!
5. Your husband asks, "what's that new scent you're wearing?" and it's the smell of diaper rash cream!
4. There's more hair in your brush than on your head!
3. Stool softener is your new best friend.
2. When you finally do shower you discover you only shaved one armpit.
1. You've asked the question while changing a diaper, "WHAT did you eat?"
This one's for daddy...
So I've been trying to teach the boy French and sign language, and instead he's picked up panting like the dog and blowing his lips together to make fart noises! Oh Well!
Updates & Stories
Wow. What a wacky 3 months it's been with Aaron gone. I hope I never have to do this again! Aaron finds out which office he will be working in this week, graduates next week, we go a house hunting the following week, then move the week after that (June 5th-6th).
Conor sprouted two bottom teeth the last week of April, is mostly sitting on his own unless his giant, egg shaped head tips him over (seriously, I've been looking at other kids his age and they all have nice round heads. This poor child inherited his mother's pencil neck and his father's noggin- think "Heed! Pants Nyow!" from So I Married An Axe Murderer.) Just today he's been consistantly holding his bottle by himself. He can barrel roll across an entire room, and knows how to change direction by lifting his legs and pivoting 90 degrees. I've been trying to encourage him to play with the 6 month toys, but of course he prefers to grab everything in sight, especially my hair and the frayed ends of my jeans while making fart noises. I did see an interesting toy online recently, a clown named "Titoon," which strikes me as funny/scary/intriguing.
I thought we were getting old when we started watching Jeopardy when I was pregnant. It's only gotten worse. Now I'm watching "60 Minutes," "20/20" and eating oatmeal! Seriously, I should qualify for a senior citizen discount soon.
Some new mom stories I realized I have not yet described (for those of you who say my blunders make you feel a lot better-be encouraged, there appears to be no end to what I can't do!) A day or two after I got home from the hospital, I noticed I had some supplements that promoted "healthy milk." I thought, "Huh, I'd like to have healthy milk." So I googled the supplement online just to make sure it was kosher, and popped a pill. It wasn't until my chest nearly exploded the following day thay I realized "healthy milk" means increasing milk production, which I didn't especially need any extra help with!
While you might think you'll sing all the lullabies to your child your mom sang to you, unfortunately new mom brain fog and fatigue combine to make it so you can remember none of the lyrics to children's songs. I noticed this when I was trying to sing to comfort Conor one afternoon after several rounds of the only thing I could remember the words to, Kenny Rogers's "The Gambler." Conor will at least know that he needs to know when to hold 'em and when to fold em.'
Aaron and I both managed to get the incredibly simple math and measuring required to give a child a bottle of formula wrong, on multiple occasions, and in several different ways, which made the poor child constipated. Honestly, it's a little scary how easy it is to mess up the simple things. Like putting a metal clock on the bookshelf in the nursery, which, when the washing machine got going especially violently, dove off the bookshelf while Conor was napping, creating such a racket that we thought he'd fallen out of the crib! Utter pandemonium!
We'll leave Waynesboro with many fond memories, but one of the sharpest I think that will be forever burned into my brain, is the smell of dead skunk in the rain. You just don't forget something like that.
Conor sprouted two bottom teeth the last week of April, is mostly sitting on his own unless his giant, egg shaped head tips him over (seriously, I've been looking at other kids his age and they all have nice round heads. This poor child inherited his mother's pencil neck and his father's noggin- think "Heed! Pants Nyow!" from So I Married An Axe Murderer.) Just today he's been consistantly holding his bottle by himself. He can barrel roll across an entire room, and knows how to change direction by lifting his legs and pivoting 90 degrees. I've been trying to encourage him to play with the 6 month toys, but of course he prefers to grab everything in sight, especially my hair and the frayed ends of my jeans while making fart noises. I did see an interesting toy online recently, a clown named "Titoon," which strikes me as funny/scary/intriguing.
I thought we were getting old when we started watching Jeopardy when I was pregnant. It's only gotten worse. Now I'm watching "60 Minutes," "20/20" and eating oatmeal! Seriously, I should qualify for a senior citizen discount soon.
Some new mom stories I realized I have not yet described (for those of you who say my blunders make you feel a lot better-be encouraged, there appears to be no end to what I can't do!) A day or two after I got home from the hospital, I noticed I had some supplements that promoted "healthy milk." I thought, "Huh, I'd like to have healthy milk." So I googled the supplement online just to make sure it was kosher, and popped a pill. It wasn't until my chest nearly exploded the following day thay I realized "healthy milk" means increasing milk production, which I didn't especially need any extra help with!
While you might think you'll sing all the lullabies to your child your mom sang to you, unfortunately new mom brain fog and fatigue combine to make it so you can remember none of the lyrics to children's songs. I noticed this when I was trying to sing to comfort Conor one afternoon after several rounds of the only thing I could remember the words to, Kenny Rogers's "The Gambler." Conor will at least know that he needs to know when to hold 'em and when to fold em.'
Aaron and I both managed to get the incredibly simple math and measuring required to give a child a bottle of formula wrong, on multiple occasions, and in several different ways, which made the poor child constipated. Honestly, it's a little scary how easy it is to mess up the simple things. Like putting a metal clock on the bookshelf in the nursery, which, when the washing machine got going especially violently, dove off the bookshelf while Conor was napping, creating such a racket that we thought he'd fallen out of the crib! Utter pandemonium!
We'll leave Waynesboro with many fond memories, but one of the sharpest I think that will be forever burned into my brain, is the smell of dead skunk in the rain. You just don't forget something like that.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Nothing celebrates the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ more than a rappin' pink bunny, wearing a fake bling medallion emblazoned with the name "Fluffy B" and singing the following lyrics:
Cotton candy, sweet-n-low, Let me see that tootsie roll!
Come on tootsie roll,
Just make that tootsie roll (aw) , uh tootsie roll
Just make that tootsie roll, yeah, yeah tootsie roll,
Let's see that tootsie roll!
Get up and roll!
Just make that tootsie roll!
To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right,
To the front, to the front, to the back, to the back
Cotton candy, sweet-n-low, Let me see that tootsie roll!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Here Comes Peter "Conor"-Tail!
Honestly, is there no end to this tomfoolery? Will he be mortified to see this pictures one day? You bet! Will I take them out and show them to his prom date-absolutely!
Monday, March 17, 2008
One More...
There are so many of these and they are all ridiculous. The shirt reads, "Future Ireland Rugby Star." I dedicate the wearing of the white socks in these pictures to my Irish friends, you know what I'm talking about!
A Monkey's Uncle
Conor is pictured here with Aaron and his older brother, Peter. They wanted to get a shot of the wee boy now just in case he grows up to be as tall as they are!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Missing Dad!
And getting kisses from Haley!
And Chuck Taylor high tops!
I do like biting my bug and wearing striped pants!
What? What's that you say?
Look how sad I am that my dad's not here!
And Chuck Taylor high tops!
I do like biting my bug and wearing striped pants!
What? What's that you say?
Look how sad I am that my dad's not here!
funnies
I just got these in an e-mail and I thought they were worth sharing:
What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office?What are we supposed to do, write to them?Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps?so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea,does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?
If people from Poland are called Poles,then why aren't people from Holland called Holes?
What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office?What are we supposed to do, write to them?Why don't they just put their pictures on the postage stamps?so the mailmen can look for them while they deliver the mail?
If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea,does that mean that one out of five enjoys it?
If people from Poland are called Poles,then why aren't people from Holland called Holes?
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
No, there's nothing wrong with your volume or your computer, Conor actually went through a phase for several weeks where this nails on a chalkboard like screeching was his preferred method of communication. He wasn't upset when we recorded this, just talking and playing, and making sounds like cats mating/being murdered on a barbed wire fence!
3 Hill Clowns
Conor poses here with Uncle Pete and cousin Amanda. I imagine that he's wondering if there is anyone in his family that is "normal." Sorry, son, you're stuck with us, and we're all goofy! I can't wait to get you a clown costume just like mine!Conor Tales & Other Stories
Spring is just around the corner, and in Waynesboro this means the celebration of all things new, like Sonic, Petsmart, Sheetz, and Kohl's. We're in business now! It also brings new milestones for my precious little boy. I thought it was cute when the dog licked Conor's sweaty feet and he uncurled his toes and stuck his feet out and laughed. That is, until the day when my son licked the dog. He's pretty, but not so bright.
I've got some ideas for the toy companies. Make a toy made out of a woman's hair, that when a child yanks on it yells, "Ow!" Or one that feels like arm skin and yells: "Don't do that!" Or a non-toxic magazine like paper or expired coupon toy that crinkles and can be licked. Or a nose he can pinch and a mouth he can stick his fingers in. These delight my son. I know they make cell phone toys, but I'm sure they aren't nearly as fun as my actual phone. Or the actual remote control. Or a towel, or my shirt. Anyone need any barely used baby toys? I'm sure you'll tell me that he uses taste to discover the world around him, but I'm not sure how to feel when I kiss his cheek and he grabs my hair on both sides so I can't pull away and then licks the side of my face!
Conor likes to stroke Aaron's chin when he hasn't shaved it in a few days, which might seem endearing, until I tell you that he also does the same to my armpit when he's nursing! Seriously child, I do not have time to shave every day just so you can stroke my armpit! Of course, maybe we deserve it, for some of the new parent stunts we've pulled. Aaron accidentally cut Conor a little while trimming his wee fingernails, so he wrapped his finger in a tiny band-aid. We both thought this was very cute, until I realized that this was probably a choking hazard. Aaron decides we should just watch Conor closely, especially since he's so prone to sticking his fingers, fists, both hands at once, etc. in his mouth. Shortly thereafter I notice the band aid is missing and start shouting, "The Band Aid! The Band Aid!" We start beating the poor child on the back and looking all over the sofa and floor to see if it fell off. Finally Aaron sticks his finger in Conor's mouth and finds it stuck to the roof of his mouth-good grief! We told this story to our pediatrician who told us that his son mysteriously pooped pennies, which made us feel a little better.
Conor enjoys looking at himself in the mirror, so I've been holding him and singing Michael Jackson's, "Man in the Mirror" (why can I remember the words to this and not to any nursery rhymes?). I'm even teaching him Jacko's trademark crotch grab! Of course the day Aaron leaves town for 3 months the boy figures out how to grab his groin, diaper, and me while I'm trying to change him. Last week he grabbed his foot for the first time and was so excited he didn't want to let go of it, so he just kept pulling it farther and farther back. Until that made him fart, which made him laugh. He is definitely his father's son! Although I suppose I should have seen all this coming early on, since shortly after Conor was born, they laid him naked on my chest so we could bond and each of us could get cleaned up a bit. It was a warm moment for all of us, but for me it was especially warm, literally, because Conor pooped on me! Welcome to the world son, and welcome to parenting, Mom!
Here's an Aaron story: one morning, as Aaron left for work, he put on his glasses and got in his car. He thought he was just tired, because his eyes still seemed to be bleary. When they didn't clear up 15 minutes into his drive to work, he really began to worry that something might be wrong with him, telling me later that he "thought he might be having a seizure." Thankfully, he took his glasses off and looked at them closely, only to find he was missing a lens! And this man investigates for a living!
I've enjoyed buying Haley a costume for Halloween in the past, and was amazed at the variety of costumes made for dogs. Here are a few possibilities: Elvis, skunk, police uniform, pimp, tuxedo, French maid, Uncle Sam, soccer player, pirate, Robin Hood, sailor, and Geisha girl. What will they think of next? Incidentally, we found out this winter that Haley is actually missing an eardrum in the ear she's never raised up, although I still believe she chooses not to listen more than she actually can't hear!
I also wanted to share some of the fun baby names we stumbled across during pregnancy- Guillermo, Angus (great strength) Jemima (from the Bible), Hulda (Biblical- "weasel") and Crispin (curly hair). We used to think it was funny when Aaron and I were dating and my family kept mistakenly calling Aaron "Irwan," or "Ian." We wouldn't have guessed however how many people would call Conor, "Conrad."
I've got some ideas for the toy companies. Make a toy made out of a woman's hair, that when a child yanks on it yells, "Ow!" Or one that feels like arm skin and yells: "Don't do that!" Or a non-toxic magazine like paper or expired coupon toy that crinkles and can be licked. Or a nose he can pinch and a mouth he can stick his fingers in. These delight my son. I know they make cell phone toys, but I'm sure they aren't nearly as fun as my actual phone. Or the actual remote control. Or a towel, or my shirt. Anyone need any barely used baby toys? I'm sure you'll tell me that he uses taste to discover the world around him, but I'm not sure how to feel when I kiss his cheek and he grabs my hair on both sides so I can't pull away and then licks the side of my face!
Conor likes to stroke Aaron's chin when he hasn't shaved it in a few days, which might seem endearing, until I tell you that he also does the same to my armpit when he's nursing! Seriously child, I do not have time to shave every day just so you can stroke my armpit! Of course, maybe we deserve it, for some of the new parent stunts we've pulled. Aaron accidentally cut Conor a little while trimming his wee fingernails, so he wrapped his finger in a tiny band-aid. We both thought this was very cute, until I realized that this was probably a choking hazard. Aaron decides we should just watch Conor closely, especially since he's so prone to sticking his fingers, fists, both hands at once, etc. in his mouth. Shortly thereafter I notice the band aid is missing and start shouting, "The Band Aid! The Band Aid!" We start beating the poor child on the back and looking all over the sofa and floor to see if it fell off. Finally Aaron sticks his finger in Conor's mouth and finds it stuck to the roof of his mouth-good grief! We told this story to our pediatrician who told us that his son mysteriously pooped pennies, which made us feel a little better.
Conor enjoys looking at himself in the mirror, so I've been holding him and singing Michael Jackson's, "Man in the Mirror" (why can I remember the words to this and not to any nursery rhymes?). I'm even teaching him Jacko's trademark crotch grab! Of course the day Aaron leaves town for 3 months the boy figures out how to grab his groin, diaper, and me while I'm trying to change him. Last week he grabbed his foot for the first time and was so excited he didn't want to let go of it, so he just kept pulling it farther and farther back. Until that made him fart, which made him laugh. He is definitely his father's son! Although I suppose I should have seen all this coming early on, since shortly after Conor was born, they laid him naked on my chest so we could bond and each of us could get cleaned up a bit. It was a warm moment for all of us, but for me it was especially warm, literally, because Conor pooped on me! Welcome to the world son, and welcome to parenting, Mom!
Here's an Aaron story: one morning, as Aaron left for work, he put on his glasses and got in his car. He thought he was just tired, because his eyes still seemed to be bleary. When they didn't clear up 15 minutes into his drive to work, he really began to worry that something might be wrong with him, telling me later that he "thought he might be having a seizure." Thankfully, he took his glasses off and looked at them closely, only to find he was missing a lens! And this man investigates for a living!
I've enjoyed buying Haley a costume for Halloween in the past, and was amazed at the variety of costumes made for dogs. Here are a few possibilities: Elvis, skunk, police uniform, pimp, tuxedo, French maid, Uncle Sam, soccer player, pirate, Robin Hood, sailor, and Geisha girl. What will they think of next? Incidentally, we found out this winter that Haley is actually missing an eardrum in the ear she's never raised up, although I still believe she chooses not to listen more than she actually can't hear!
I also wanted to share some of the fun baby names we stumbled across during pregnancy- Guillermo, Angus (great strength) Jemima (from the Bible), Hulda (Biblical- "weasel") and Crispin (curly hair). We used to think it was funny when Aaron and I were dating and my family kept mistakenly calling Aaron "Irwan," or "Ian." We wouldn't have guessed however how many people would call Conor, "Conrad."
Napsters
I have a frame with a border that reads, "Nap Like You Mean It." I think this picture sums that up just about right!Musings & Quotes
A few deep thoughts I've been pondering:
If Superman shoots fire from his eyes, what happens when he sneezes? Or even worse, gets diarrhea?
Why do babies enjoy pooping? Or is this something we've lost as adults, and we're all supposed to be laughing as we empty our bowels? If "a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down" does a belly full of laughter make the doody go down?
Why is snow called "falling weather?" Is there such a thing as "rising weather?" Or is that what's meant when folks say "Lord willing and the creeks don't rise?"
Why do the batteries in smoke alarms only run out in the middle of the night, causing the detectors to beep incessantly?
We spent last Easter in New York city with dear friends from Northern Ireland, and they taught us these fun phrases: "Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you," "Shift your arse" (move over) and "a lick and a promise" (what does this mean? It sounds like something you'd use if you're going to hit someone!) The teenagers were playing cards and one said offhandedly to the other, in the same way we'd say something like "blow it out your ear," the phrase, "You'll fail at life!" Wow that is harsh-we love it! When an Irish friend visited us in Waynesboro he taught us, "Build a bridge and get over it!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Before Conor was born I wasn't working, so my favorite quote was in Italian: "Il dolce far niente," which translates "the sweetness of doing nothing."
My mother, who is in her 60's tried to tell me that my then 11 year old nephew recieved for Christmas a gameboy, but instead called it a "playboy."
Aaron has recently accepted a new position as a postal inspector (more on this later) and he loved being a police officer, but I can't resist including this quote on policing I stumbled on: "Police work is hours of boredom interupted by moments of unbelievable horror."
I told Aaron's brother, Peter, that in the past, I had occasionally abused caffeine. As a medical professional I was surprised when he replied, "I don't call it abuse, I call it 'what I need to live!' "
If Superman shoots fire from his eyes, what happens when he sneezes? Or even worse, gets diarrhea?
Why do babies enjoy pooping? Or is this something we've lost as adults, and we're all supposed to be laughing as we empty our bowels? If "a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down" does a belly full of laughter make the doody go down?
Why is snow called "falling weather?" Is there such a thing as "rising weather?" Or is that what's meant when folks say "Lord willing and the creeks don't rise?"
Why do the batteries in smoke alarms only run out in the middle of the night, causing the detectors to beep incessantly?
We spent last Easter in New York city with dear friends from Northern Ireland, and they taught us these fun phrases: "Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you," "Shift your arse" (move over) and "a lick and a promise" (what does this mean? It sounds like something you'd use if you're going to hit someone!) The teenagers were playing cards and one said offhandedly to the other, in the same way we'd say something like "blow it out your ear," the phrase, "You'll fail at life!" Wow that is harsh-we love it! When an Irish friend visited us in Waynesboro he taught us, "Build a bridge and get over it!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Before Conor was born I wasn't working, so my favorite quote was in Italian: "Il dolce far niente," which translates "the sweetness of doing nothing."
My mother, who is in her 60's tried to tell me that my then 11 year old nephew recieved for Christmas a gameboy, but instead called it a "playboy."
Aaron has recently accepted a new position as a postal inspector (more on this later) and he loved being a police officer, but I can't resist including this quote on policing I stumbled on: "Police work is hours of boredom interupted by moments of unbelievable horror."
I told Aaron's brother, Peter, that in the past, I had occasionally abused caffeine. As a medical professional I was surprised when he replied, "I don't call it abuse, I call it 'what I need to live!' "
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