Tonight's menu consisted of fontina cheese eggs and a vodka tonic. That pretty much says it all.
PS - The kids had waffles with strawberries rather than the vodka tonic.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
"There is No Basement in the Alamo"
Harrison and I just returned from a lovely trip to San Antonio to visit his "Tia Xandra," who is getting married in five months. Each of the children has taken a big trip around this age. Thatcher lucked out and went to Venice at nine months. That's the privilege of the firstborn. Harrison and Hadley--who accompanied me to the MOPS convention in Dallas when she was eight months--were stuck with sweltering Texas.
Harrison was a dream traveler. He drifted off to sleep as we were taking off, slept the entire flight, and woke up to eat as we started to descend. It was unbelievable. He made an appearance at each of San Antonio's major bridal boutiques (throwing up ALL over me in the middle of Julian Gold) and even tried on a mantilla. He also has now has seen more than his fair share of bridal bouquets and could probably arrange one himself. He even helped search for the perfect wedding invitation in between trying on various pimp, sheriff, and cowboy hats (photos forthcoming). In addition to his usual fare, he dined on Mexican beans and rice while on San Antonio's famous Riverwalk. Best of all, he got a new toy, a Fisher Price hauling truck that lights up and plays music, that he didn't have to share with anyone! Well, he didn't have to share until we came home and Thatcher and Hadley made a beeline for it.
With all the wedding planning, we never made it to the Alamo. We'll save that for when we head back with the rest of the family in December. Harrison and I will be able to show them the ropes, teach them about San Antonio's funky "turnarounds," and show them all the Starbucks we mapped throughout the city. Perhaps by then, there will be a "basement in the Alamo" for us to check out as well.
Harrison was a dream traveler. He drifted off to sleep as we were taking off, slept the entire flight, and woke up to eat as we started to descend. It was unbelievable. He made an appearance at each of San Antonio's major bridal boutiques (throwing up ALL over me in the middle of Julian Gold) and even tried on a mantilla. He also has now has seen more than his fair share of bridal bouquets and could probably arrange one himself. He even helped search for the perfect wedding invitation in between trying on various pimp, sheriff, and cowboy hats (photos forthcoming). In addition to his usual fare, he dined on Mexican beans and rice while on San Antonio's famous Riverwalk. Best of all, he got a new toy, a Fisher Price hauling truck that lights up and plays music, that he didn't have to share with anyone! Well, he didn't have to share until we came home and Thatcher and Hadley made a beeline for it.
With all the wedding planning, we never made it to the Alamo. We'll save that for when we head back with the rest of the family in December. Harrison and I will be able to show them the ropes, teach them about San Antonio's funky "turnarounds," and show them all the Starbucks we mapped throughout the city. Perhaps by then, there will be a "basement in the Alamo" for us to check out as well.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Go Fish
Chad: "Thatcher, would you like for daddy to teach you how to fish?"
Thatcher: "Yes, but I want to fish like the fish stick workers do."
Thatcher: "Yes, but I want to fish like the fish stick workers do."
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Who ARE those kids?
Today, my children were THOSE children.
You know the type.
They ran from Nordstrom to Starbucks at the mall.
Thatcher, when not running or spinning, decided to try walking backwards...into two separate people.
Hadley, after fondling every item in the refrigerated case at Starbucks, bit Thatcher.
Apparently the spanking she received for that did not deter her crazed spirit as she then proceeded to hang--monkey bars style--on the Starbucks queue rope.
As I was pouring cream in my coffee, they apparently decided to play "Ultimate Fighting Ring Around the Rosies" and flung each other--face first--into the floor.
While trying to wrangle Chad's wailing children off of the floor, the entire cup coffee spilled everywhere. And, yes, at this point, they are Chad's children.
No, I didn't bother cleaning it up. I figured it would be a bigger help to everyone if I took the kids far, far away and never came back.
That was my ten minute trip to the mall today. Imagine if we had stayed fifteen!
You know the type.
They ran from Nordstrom to Starbucks at the mall.
Thatcher, when not running or spinning, decided to try walking backwards...into two separate people.
Hadley, after fondling every item in the refrigerated case at Starbucks, bit Thatcher.
Apparently the spanking she received for that did not deter her crazed spirit as she then proceeded to hang--monkey bars style--on the Starbucks queue rope.
As I was pouring cream in my coffee, they apparently decided to play "Ultimate Fighting Ring Around the Rosies" and flung each other--face first--into the floor.
While trying to wrangle Chad's wailing children off of the floor, the entire cup coffee spilled everywhere. And, yes, at this point, they are Chad's children.
No, I didn't bother cleaning it up. I figured it would be a bigger help to everyone if I took the kids far, far away and never came back.
That was my ten minute trip to the mall today. Imagine if we had stayed fifteen!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Soothing Effects of Play-Doh
Thatcher just opened a new can of play-doh and said, "Mom, do you feel how comforting this is?" Seriously?
Monday, June 21, 2010
The First (of Many) Letters to Harrison
Dear Harrison,
I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. You need to get over it. Because you're my last baby, I don't have the heart to sleep train you. I like rocking you to sleep. I even like snuggling with you in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, I do need some sleep of my own so that I can keep up with you, Thatcher, and Hadley during the family's normal waking hours during the day. You've got me between a rock and hard place.
Speaking of tight squeezes, you are the biggest baby I've ever had...and perhaps the biggest I've ever seen. You weigh as much as your sister does - and she's two! I tried to put you in a 6-12 month swim shirt this week. It was like trying to stuff a 20 pound sausage into a 10 pound casing. Is this your way of making sure you get your own set of clothes and not just Thatcher's hand-me-downs? It's working.
It is not only your girth that impresses me, but also your physical prowess. I should have known we'd be in for a wild ride when you started rolling over at only six days old. I get it, you have motor skills; so you can stop trying to crawl now, okay? Let's not rush it. It's fun watching you master the pincer grasp, though, especially as it means you can feed yourself. Baby food is a pain, so I really appreciate you going ahead and numbering those days.
I'm sorry you're having trouble sleeping. You need to get over it. Because you're my last baby, I don't have the heart to sleep train you. I like rocking you to sleep. I even like snuggling with you in the middle of the night. Nevertheless, I do need some sleep of my own so that I can keep up with you, Thatcher, and Hadley during the family's normal waking hours during the day. You've got me between a rock and hard place.
Speaking of tight squeezes, you are the biggest baby I've ever had...and perhaps the biggest I've ever seen. You weigh as much as your sister does - and she's two! I tried to put you in a 6-12 month swim shirt this week. It was like trying to stuff a 20 pound sausage into a 10 pound casing. Is this your way of making sure you get your own set of clothes and not just Thatcher's hand-me-downs? It's working.
It is not only your girth that impresses me, but also your physical prowess. I should have known we'd be in for a wild ride when you started rolling over at only six days old. I get it, you have motor skills; so you can stop trying to crawl now, okay? Let's not rush it. It's fun watching you master the pincer grasp, though, especially as it means you can feed yourself. Baby food is a pain, so I really appreciate you going ahead and numbering those days.
I promise I'm going to try to get Hadley to stop riding you. Somewhere along the way, she's gotten it into her head that she can ride you like a pony. It's probably her idea of a compromise since I won't let you carry her, as she so often asks you to do. I tell her you can't walk, so I guess she thinks she can ride you while you learn to crawl. I'm sorry about that. I'll work on it. Besides, I know you'll have your revenge soon enough once you're mobile.
Love,
Your mom
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