The Ocean

Cortland loved the beach for about 1 minutes. Thing is at home we have this white noise machine that sounds like the ocean. Oops. It's like Pavlov's dogs around here! Zoink, he's out like a light!

Cortland's 1st time in the ocean.

Alan said he was leaning away from because he was sinking in the sound because of the 21 lb weight on his arm. Sure Alan.

Mommy found the baby a new chew toy.

Heh

And a BAB (big ass bow) picture just for fun!

Alan, Can We Get Grace One?

A male Maltese dog, Kanune, wears an emerald tiara worth $4.2 million during a dog fashion show in Bangkok April 23, 2009. The tiara consists of 153 karats of emeralds built with a titanium body and decorated with more than 100 karats of diamonds.

REUTERS/Sukree Sukplang

Physical Therapy

C had his 6 month physical therapy evaluation today and everything is right on track. We go back in 3 months to make sure he's still on course.

Shopping Finds

I rearranged the furniture in the living room so Cortland will have more room to play. Every time I turned around he would have scooch onto the hardwood floor. I thought he was going to break a heel he kicks so hard.


There's now room for his new train set. I got everything for just $10.00 at a consignment sale today. He put it together all by himself.


I also got a baby version of wack-a-mole, a couple Dr. Seuss books and a wooden puzzle.


I have to tell ya, I love the wack-a-mole game. That one might have to be mine.

It's sad to think that it's time to take down the baby swing. He's so big now that it sort-of creaks when he's in it, like it's pleading for mercy. I'm not ready for him to be too big for his swing. We are having so much fun and it's going by too fast.

Random

We had Thai last night for Alan's birthday supper and I swear on a stack of Dr. Seuss books that this morning Cortland's diaper smelled like red curry and coconut milk. Ahhhh, the benefits of breastfeeding.

Random

My dreams lately are incredibly detailed. They are like watching movies with plot twists and red herrings. My brain is writing stories without me. If only I could train my hand to take notes in my sleep.

Random Thought

Last night while feeding Cortland at around 3 am I finally thought of something you would use geometry for in a real life. You could use it to find water lines buried in the yard. Yes? Or you could just use a buried treasure map. But the guy that ran the pipes would have had to make one at the time of pipe burial and I haven't met a pipe burier yet that has enough imagination or the time to draw a detailed map with pictures and clues and riddles all over it.

Another Milestone

All of the action takes place in the first few seconds, but I kept recording because he is cute. Typical stage-mom.

Videos

My Family (this year)

Green Scarf

Cast on 22. Knit on US13 needles

Row 1: k2, p2, repeat
Row 2: Repeat row 1
Row 3: p2, k2, repeat
Row 4: Repeat row 3
Repeat rows 1 - 4.

Best Daddy Ever, Love Cortland

My bib says it all, but the videos show you why I love my daddy.


Two guys hanging out watching basketball.




Here we are again watching basketball. This time it's the big, important Texas game last Saturday. I can't keep my eyes off the screen even for a second.


And here's what I think about Texas losing.

Weasley Sweater Request

Dear Angy,

I've been thinking about the Weasley sweater you requested that I make for you.
Like this one:

You do realize that your name doesn't lend well to the whole concept of this particular sweater? You understand that your 1st initial will be emblazoned on your chest for all to see? You totally have to know that I will feel obligated to call you Hester Prynne for the rest of your life, right?

Just so we're clear.

Love and Kisses,

Skye

Grace Has a Death Wish

Grace Ann almost died today.

Grace grabbed my turkey sandwich off the coffee table and before I could get it away from her she had snarfed down almost all of the meat. I managed to scoop up the bread and cheese, but the turkey was a lost cause.

I knew something was wrong because usually after she does something all dog-like and bad, she hides behind the toilet, so that by the time I find her I will have forgotten that she's been a bad girl. But today she came over looking all guilty and tried to crawl in my lap.

I picked her up and took her into the other room so I could hear her breathing. Or, in this case, not hear her breathing. While I was trying to decide what to do she managed to hork up a 4 inch solid wad of turkey meat. It just slithered right out of her mouth and landed with a splat on the floor.

And because this post is already so very gross, here is a picture of the horked up turkey with a quarter bedside it for comparison. Anyone who has put their fingers around Grace's neck knows how scary-big this piece of meat is. (and anyone who has had to listen to her bark at the tv for any length of time has wanted to have their fingers around her neck!)

Need These Knitting Instructions Translated From Japanese

I need this translated please. Anyone know Japanese? Mom? Do you have any kids that can help?

POST EDIT:

PICTURE REMOVED FOR COPYRIGHT REASONS. The guilt of posting copyrighted material finally got the best of me. I dreamt the copyright police picked me up, stripped me naked, painted me blue and left me with one ham sandwich in the countryside to find my own way home.

Oh, and because I found someone to translate for me.

Thank you for all your help!

I Spent 45 Minutes Picking Up Pickle Pebbles

Anyone who knows me for more than two minutes knows that Grace Ann is a little spoiled. One of her little princess quirks that we have to deal with every so often, is when the grass is wet she sometimes says she's done pickling, but she really just doesn't want to get her feet wet anymore.

Today I was vacuuming in preparation of my moms visit when I happened to suck up a little pickle that was hiding under a chair. Little did I know that the rug I bought was actually a camo-poo design and not the leafy design I thought I bought. Anyway, vacuuming up crunchy poo is not my preferred method of disposal, but what was done was done. I shrugged and finished the room even though I could hear that hard little pickle thunking away in the vacuum head.

Now as luck would have it just when I was finishing up I accidentally knocked the hose out of the back of the vacuum. My machine is fairly powerful and apparently when that pickle was bumping away in there it was being broken up and turned into little pickle pebbles. When the hose came off the pickle pebbles shot from the tube in 30 different directions all over the room. It was like one of those marshmallow guns except the ammo wasn't as soft.

And that's why I spent the 45 minutes picking up pickle pebbles.

ETA: it was just one pickle broken into tiny little pieces. I swear we don't live in the crazy cat lady's house. You know, the one you see on the TV who died and she had so many cats that the corpse isn't detected for 3 years because of the ever present smell.

What We Do ALLLLLL Day.

We play and play and play!

In My Yard

Lookie what I found in my yard.

Cortland and His HAT!