Like A Record Baby

TP

Since the beginning of toilet paper the masses have debated; should the roll be placed under or over?

Sides have been taken. Passionate arguments have been made.

The good folks at Cottonelle have taken it upon themselves to end the epic debate.

To add your two cents click here

Where do I stand?

It's all about the OVER. You never have to spin the roll round and round trying to find the start. It should fall like a waterfall. Period. 

Confession:When I'm in an offending loo I am tempted to turn it around and put the roll on the right way.  Most of the time I restrain myself.  People are entitled to hang the TP as they wish, even if they're wrong.

365=UNO

Ready for the "look what my kid can do" list? 

• He signs: more, milk, dad, finished/all done, eat/food, book, shoes, socks, orange, ball, thank you. And is getting good imitating me on many others
• He says: dad (da or dadada), mom (mama), woof/ruff
• He blows kisses
• He no longer drinks from a bottle
• He LOVES books
• He has 6 teeth. Four on top and two on bottom.
• Is a great night sleeper, though he is asserting his will power when it comes to naps, both in frequency and duration.
• Not a fan of showers.  Well that's an understatement, he HATES showers.
• He is a boy through and though.
• He loves blankies, like me.
• He is still very vocal and has recently found he has the ability to squeal.  This past Sunday during sacrament meeting, when everyone was quiet he let out a scream.  Yes, I have the noisy kid...but most of the time they're happy noises.
• When he gets tired he does a perfect downward dog, flat feet and all.
• Overall he is a good eater though we struggle with veggies still. grrrrr.
• He is friendly
• He loves his family (immediate and extended)
• I love holding him.  He has recently started to be a little clingy which I don't mind most of the time.  He has never been a cuddler but lately he has provided me with many a snuggle, hug, and kiss.
• He is such a happy smiley boy

 

Playing with John.  He loves to be thrown high.

No, I did not pose this picture.  You can often find him surrounded by books

the squeal

being silly

You are my I love you

Author: Maryann K Cusimano

I am your parent you are my child
I am your quiet place, you are my wild
I am your calm face, you are my giggle
I am your wait, you are my wiggle
I am your audience, you are my clown
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down
I am your Carrot Sticks, you are my licorice
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish
I am your water wings, you are my deep
I am your open arms, you are my running leap
I am your way home, you are my new path
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath
I am your dinner you are my chocolate cake
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake
I am your finish line, you are my race
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace
I am your favourite book, you are my new lines
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you

(Yes, Kevin, I cry every time I read it)

6 pm

Yesterday was my first day back at work after a wonderfully long winter break.  

It was a long day for both of us.

What was really impressive was his ability to stay asleep while I washed his hands and face over the sink.

Cohen as Joe Dirt

Amigos

In an effort to put off doing my lesson plans for a little bit longer I've decided to blog.

Today I am grateful for:

 Friends.  

Two kinds specifically.

1. Girlfriends.  

Even the ones who move away. 

Yesterday a very dear friend fell victim to the job opportunities and house prices of Northern California. (Nor Cal, I will never forgive you!)  Chelise left with her cute family taking with her Cohen's buddies.  She was Cohen's first babysitter and my go to yoga gal/comic relief/sister of my bf Challon/always make me feel good/up for visitors or activities any time lady and good friend.  Love ya like a sister (said in the style of Sue Sylvester)

Chelise (the offender), me, Kimi (previous offender), & Amy Jo  last year when Kimi left

2. Tall friends.

John's one and only suit had tear that required some fancy tailoring.  It will be ready Wednesday or Thursday.  No biggie, he was not due to appear in court til Friday, or so we thought.  Plans changed and he had a Monday court date and no suit.  

Cue the drama-Who would take him seriously in slacks?  Would he even be allowed to enter the courtroom sans suit?  Our livelihood was at risk people! 

Enter Brad.  Our friend who is tall.  Freakishly tall, like John, sorry Brad.  Truth be told Brad is 1 inch taller than John. He generously loaned his suave silver suit ensuring John's job.

No photo of our tall friend because I didn't want to steal one from their blog or fb but trust me he's tall...and nice...not necessarily in that order.

And scene.