Friday, October 31, 2008
Bring Your Chairs to the Upright Position
We made it to Chicago safely. Claire was screechy on the flight because it was delayed an hour and it was nap time. She cried and arched her back the whole time instead of napping. Good freaking times. Oh, and my boobs are killing me since I weaned her 2 weeks ago so all the wrestling with the 19.8 pound wonder took it's toll on me. I'm beat.More later. |
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Prince's Chicken Party
We survived. Or at least Huz and I did - I haven't followed up with our 4 friends who participated with us last night.The table was set.
Notice the Pepto, Tums, and Gas X ready and waiting.
Here's the greasy, hot as hell fried chicken.
Apparently, Huz's Extra Hot was placed in front of the wrong person last night because within moments of eating some Tyler turned bright red, started crying, and had snot running down his face and said "this is really hot". Huz was all, "oh good because this wasn't very spicy and I was disappointed." They traded and Tyler enjoyed his meal, as did Huz. Unbelievably he had no external reaction to the hellfire and brimstone that must have been occurring in his mouth and stomach. It was a tad disappointing, to be honest. He did have some Pepto this morning though, so despite all appearances he really isn't made of steel. I enjoyed my mild which was hot enough for me thankyouverymuch, but was stupid and decided to try a quarter sized piece of the Extra Hot skin off of Huz's plate. Within minutes I was in the most pain I've been in (other than child birth, natch) and was grabbing anything and everything to put into my mouth to put out the flames. Nothing worked - not milk, not a very ripe pear sitting on the counter, not water, not beer, not soy ice cream, nothing. After about 5-10 minutes (I lost track of time due to the pain - I was concentrating too much on the tears rolling down my face and on my uncontrollable cussing) I recovered and was on an endorphin high. Only then did I realize why people do this - it's kind of like a runner's high after a race (or so I hear) or, something I know more about, like the feeling you have after a good roll in the hay. Ahem.
Here are some flattering pictures of me through the ordeal, thanks to my friend Natalie.
Nothing worked. Not milk.
All done!!
Not a pear.
Not ice cream.
Not a paper towel (which Thunder tried).
Oh man. It was a good time, although a painful one. Let's do it again soon, guys! Next time I'll stick to my hot but still edible mild! |
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Somebody Say a Prayer
I think I'm going to lose my spouse tonight. Really. I think he's either going to die or at least his GI tract is going to die.Why?
Because we're having a Prince's Hot Chicken Shack party at our house and he's going to the extreme with the spice factor by ordering the Extra Hot. Now, let me tell you that I have to order the mild because the mild is HOT. The medium is WICKED HOT, the hot is HELL FIRE HOT, and the extra hot!? That's just plain CRAZY. And he's going for it tonight. Is it peer pressure, is he a glutton for punishment, or does he just have a whacked out sense of pride that makes him do these things? I don't know, but I'll have Pepto Bismal and plenty of toilet paper on hand for the aftermath.
Wish us luck.
p.s. If you don't have the time to watch the whole 9 minute video, please, PLEASE fast forward to minute 6:45 and watch it! hahahahahaha! |
Monday, October 27, 2008
Photo Booth
Like so many people are doing these days, Huz and I enjoyed a photo booth at a friend's wedding a few weeks ago. Why didn't we do something this cool when we got married, Huz? Too fun.Here's our first round. It took us a while to figure out how to operate the darn thing, hence the dazed and confused looks on our faces. I bet you didn't know I had Go-Go Gadget eyeballs, did you?
There was free babysitting for this event (can you say AWESOME!?) which allowed us to have a nice dinner and a few drinks sans kidlette. Claire didn't mind because she watched Ratatouille (t.v. isn't allowed at home, so this was an extra special treat for her).
Aren't we a cute family!? I think so. Most def. |
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Claire's First Birthday Present
I now present you with Claire and her new Radio Flyer Walker Wagon!What gives? The Universe was apparently against Huz and I having a fun date today. I scored 2 free tickets to a Vandy football game (it's embarrassing, but in our 3 years in Nashville we have yet to go to a Vandy game), but could not, for the life of me, find someone to watch Claire. I must have called or emailed a dozen people and every single one of them said no - they were busy or just couldn't. CUSS! So, we decided, hell with it, we'll just take Claire even though kickoff is at naptime (2:00). But, noooooo, the ticket office informed me that everyone, even babies (or toddlers if you prefer that term at 12 months - we're waiting until she can walk to use the term, thankyouverymuch) must have a ticket to get in. Um, I only got TWO free tickets, not THREE. CUSS AGAIN. In defeat, I gave them to someone else at work. Mom? You wanna move to Nashville and give me free babysitting whenever I need it? Okay, thanks!
Also? I taught Claire about civic duty today and voted. Yay!
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Progress
Before I forget to make note of it, I have to tell you something! Yesterday I was playing on the floor with Claire and I turned to look at her and she was standing there next to me. Without holding onto anything. WHAT!? She's growing and developing before my eyes. Huz and I bought her this cool toy for her first birthday. It just came in the mail today so as soon as he puts it together tonight, we'll see if she can put her standing skills to use and start walking with it all over the house. I'll be sure and have the video camera on and will post it for you all to see. Wee! |BSG Baby
Hilarious (but only if you watch the show and get it - I admit it, I do)! |Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Photos of a One Year Old
Claire and Daddy waiting for guests to arrive.
The food.
Sharing her toys with a friend.
Sporting the flower barrette I made for her.
Eating her cake.
And liking it.
Opening presents (and sharing them with her guests).
Contemplating the pop-up book.
The kidless guests making a run for it.
Pictures from last night - her actual birthday.
How old are you, Claire? ONE! (She was really pointing at an airplane.)
Making a mess.
Making the "all done" sign, which involves flinging her food everywhere.
Including the floor.
Sucking the frosting off.
The much needed bath afterward and the cutest child I've ever seen.
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