Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
definition: an intense, localized downdraft of air that spreads on the ground, causing rapid changes in wind direction and speed; a localized downburst.
translation: a huge gust of wind that appears out of nowhere on a seemingly calm and sunny arizona day and is able to lift 200 pound metal pool umbrellas off the ground and send them barrelling full force toward you, while you are standing unaware and holding your 18 month old. which then knocks you completely unconscious and leaves one heck of a bruise on your face, elbow, leg, and on your baby's head; also giving you a sore and swollen jaw, and a stiff neck.
yeah, i wish i was kidding. out. cold.
Monday, May 25, 2009
i'm excited because this guy doesn't have to go to work.
ps. thanks to the veterans.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
with a fabulous kitchen.
and high vaulted ceilings.
it's raining in arizona. raining. very cool. it's going to be a balmy 86 degrees today. we survived the first heat of the season. 109 for 15 days...yikes. it wasn't so bad. i didn't even notice, really. this is me sticking my tongue at all of you who said we were going to "roast" down here. he.he.he.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
So at the pool tonight I sat lounging in a chair talking to a nice woman. The kids were swimming around with Craig, and there were several other people enjoying the heat and water. There was one particular woman, and if I had to make a comparison, to her body type and bathing suit choice, I'm sorry, but this is what I would have to go with: (the one on the right.)
Now, for the record, I have absolutely nothing against weight. I've been a complete beast with all three of my pregnancies. Seriously. If you don't believe me here's a little picture of me while I was busy baking Hannah:
Oops, wrong one. But seriously, that really is me in the middle.
Yeah, some pregnancies are not so pretty...
Anyways, back to my story. So this lady wasn't a swimsuit model or anything (which is fine) but her bathing suit was ridiculous. I mean really, we are talking NO coverage. So back to me. I'm chatting it up with this nice woman (whom I had just met), and suddenly Carter runs up to me and goes:
"Mommy!" pointing to the previously mentioned woman, "that lady is CHUNKY!"
Yiiiiikes. Um. Yeah.
And you know Carter, (even if you don't) it was at the top of his lungs. I shooshed him, quickly covering his mouth and explained that we shouldn't call people chunky... ever. It hurts their feelings.
I was embarrassed. I'm not going to lie. But actually more that it might have hurt her feelings. I'm way past being embarrassed for myself. My kids do that on a daily basis. Snot on my clothes, tantrums in the store. But I did start wracking my brains trying to figure out where he might have picked that up, because I was sure it was from me. And I realize. I call Ethan chunky, chubby, squishy, chubs, etc. everyday, while I nibble on his succulent little pudge thighs after his bath, changing his diapers, or basically anytime he gets near me. (I can't help it, the kid is so edible) But, oops.
So I had a quiet talk with Carter about how not nice it is to call someone fat or chunky, and that it hurts their feelings and makes them cry. He spent the rest of the evening proclaiming, (while protectively clutching Ethan) "Our baby's not CHUNKY!"
Well, it's progress, right?