Monday, October 30, 2006

Always Pretty In Pink

My Girl

Faith and her teacher, who did comment on how nice Faith's hair was done for today. "Nice job on the hair, Mom." I said, "We try." The crowd of parents chuckled. I think people have noticed her very curly, sometimes unruly, hair. Oh well. :)

The Butterfly-Barbie-Fairy is just hanging out.

Faith hangs out with the teenagers from around a couple hundred years ago. :)

I think Elijah is about to reveal his evil plan to the world, while Faith and Daddy innocently pick up some pumpkins.

Daddy and Elijah

Friday, October 13, 2006

Really. What's a little water damage?

This is what Kristen voice-mailed me in response to my voice mail. (Unfortunately, that is our only way to communicate these days. :))

I voice-mailed how my young son, Elijah, had had the time of his young, little life while almost flooding the upstairs. I guess the only reason the upstairs did not flood is because it was able to drip onto the first floor and then into the basement.

This is how it started.

Faith comes to me while I am a deep sleep state, "Elijah is playing with the water."

I attempt to yell to him from the downstairs.

She goes back upstairs to check on him.

Faith comes back to me, "There is alot of water."

I ask, "Is it bad?"

Faith replies, "It's bad."

Firstly, I can't tell you how tired that I am. I know. No excuse. But, I am so tired. Work is taking years off my life. I am in serious need of a podiatrist. My feet are in really bad shape. Whatever. No excuse.

I get up. I find water puddling on the first floor, dripping from the walls. This can't be good.

I've also now got my you-know-that-time-of-the-month thing happening. So, I'm going to head to the basement really quick to help with that. Now--there--it is practically raining.

Now, the child is dead meat. This is what I'm thinking. Bleeping little kid . . . as I grab every towel in the closet.

By now, Elijah is on the first floor. He has fled the scene of the crime.

I'm now armed with all the towels that we own. Unbelievable. He had plugged up the little bathroom sink so that there was easily a half inch of water in the little bathroom and into my bedroom. Water all of over the walls.

I know that he had the time of his life. Splashing. In fact, his diaper was so swelled with a mixture of water and pee that he looked like a little balloon butt.

There was this little part of me. Really little. That wasn't pissed. And, I thought how good of a time that he had had. Not really knowing the damage that he was causing.

Oh, to live life like that.

As long as I'm not the one who has to carry the water-logged towels back down to the basement after the cleaning up part, I guess.


Monday, October 09, 2006

I don't know where she gets it from . . .

Well, maybe, I do.

Faith just yells up the stairs, "I told you to turn that music down!"

I proceed to blast my music even louder.

And, I'm the momma.

I am so screwed.

By the way, speaking of music, have you guys watched Walk The Line? Right now, I'm on a real Johnny Cash kick. And, since we have that cool cable, I can watch the movie every six to twelve hours. I was even online reading all his bios the other night. I'm feeling his music . . . that's all I can say. :)

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

"Can I get a laptop, Papi?"

This is what I texted my husband today. I was having a work situation where I had to drive home to work on something. And, a laptop would have eased up my life.

I added the "Papi" to sound all sweet to my husband. You know, like, I need his permission or something.

He texted me back, "Waz up?"

At this point, I'm home working on the work thing on our computer. I don't call him just yet. I'm a little confused by his text. What kind of answer was that? Just say something like, "sure, sweet thing."

Anyway, on my way back to work, I call him pleading my case why I should get a laptop. Blah, blah.

He says, "you know, when I got your message . . . "

[For some reason, I know exactly what he is going to say.]

Immediately, I say, "You nasty boy! What's wrong with you? I wasn't asking for a lap dance!?!"

So, his text was actually saying, "Waaaaazzzzz Uuupp?"

This proves it . . . men really do only have sex on their mind!