Emma reminds me of a few people these days...
... a little piratey
... a little gimpy
... a little Nolte
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Emma's Sense of Safety (On a Sliding Scale)
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"Yes, Momma. I agree that I made a bad choice in sliding down that big slide at Wacky World all by myself. I'm sorry, Momma. I won't do that again. In fact, from now on, I'll be leery of all slides. I'll slow down in general. I won't race Jack up or down the stairs anymore. I won't wrestle on the bed. I will be more careful, Mom. I'll fine tune a better sense of cautiousness and healthy fear. I promise you this, Mom. My arm hurts and I've learned my lesson. I just know it."
"Yes, Mom. I am gonna be so careful from now on. See this cast? It'll be a reminder. It'll firm up this lesson in 'I should know better-ness'. You just wait. I will ask you before I do anything crazy from here on out. "
"Oh man. I really hate this sling. I hate it almost to the same degree that I've learned this important lesson in being mindful about the limits of my body, Mom. I won't give you any more gray hairs after this, Mom."
"This tractor is cool, isn't it, Mom? Oh yeah, Mom. Careful.. yes, I'll be careful. I remember." 
(Two days later...) "Ooooh, a SLIDE!!! That looks super dangerous and fun. Wait for me, Jack!!!"
Thursday, September 17, 2009
"The 2 in the middle of the night," let's just say.
I'm sorry, blog, for calling you a big, fat lump of blah in the following entry.
It's 2 am now. Do you write it "2 am" or is it "2 a.m."? I've seen it both ways. 2 am seems so much prettier. More streamlined and efficient. And if 2 a.m. is correct technically, then how do you handle it if 2 a.m. comes at the end of a sentence? Are there TWO periods? I woke and could not go back to sleep at 2 a.m.. (That can't be right.) 2 a.m. is difficult to type and, if you ask me, it just looks awkward. It's cumbersome. Maybe it's only cumbersome in the middle of the night. If it were 2 pm (2 p.m. ?) and I weren't so incredibly tired, I probably would be thinking about something so much more weighty on my Questions I Wonder About list. Certainly not rules of English abbreviation.
Regardless of the grammatical answers I'm fishing for above, it's the middle of the night. I should be sleeping. Instead, I'm here with you, blog, you big, fat lump of blah. (There it was. Please note my apology.)
My mom says you've gone "stale." I don't think she meant this as a compliment. I'm clarifying because some people actually LIKE their chips, bread, or pretzels a little stale. My aunt leaves the pretzel bag open on purpose for that very reason. Softer, floppier pretzel twists = better. But here in this context, blog... let's clarify. Stale is kind of an insult. I'm sorry about not writing much lately. If we look over at the righthand sidebar, yes, we can agree that the number of entries per month demonstrates a clear trend of steadily declining frequency in posts. What's with that?
I don't know. I just don't have much to say. I don't feel creative even in the tiniest bit. I'm a little bit bored with you, I guess. I want to sit on the couch with Jim. I want to watch "So You Think You Can Dance." I want to play on the new backyard swingset with Emma and Jack. I even want to fold some clothes. (gasp) January - 9 entries. April - 7. June - 5. August - a puny 2. Sorry about that.
Don't fret though. I'll come back around if I know me. You'll probably hear from me in the middle of the night when Jim's away and I can't sleep, or something. Maybe Emma will have just pooped her pants and started screaming about it, solidly reaffirming the case of insomnia your author already had tonight, minus her Jim. And then, after washing the incidental poop off of her hand, your author will return to bed and just... lay there. The mp3 player won't work. Facebook won't make her sleepy. An hour of this will pass. And then... THEN she'll resort to thinking about grammar.
I bet you'll get some love then, you big, fat lump of blah.
It's 2 am now. Do you write it "2 am" or is it "2 a.m."? I've seen it both ways. 2 am seems so much prettier. More streamlined and efficient. And if 2 a.m. is correct technically, then how do you handle it if 2 a.m. comes at the end of a sentence? Are there TWO periods? I woke and could not go back to sleep at 2 a.m.. (That can't be right.) 2 a.m. is difficult to type and, if you ask me, it just looks awkward. It's cumbersome. Maybe it's only cumbersome in the middle of the night. If it were 2 pm (2 p.m. ?) and I weren't so incredibly tired, I probably would be thinking about something so much more weighty on my Questions I Wonder About list. Certainly not rules of English abbreviation.
Regardless of the grammatical answers I'm fishing for above, it's the middle of the night. I should be sleeping. Instead, I'm here with you, blog, you big, fat lump of blah. (There it was. Please note my apology.)
My mom says you've gone "stale." I don't think she meant this as a compliment. I'm clarifying because some people actually LIKE their chips, bread, or pretzels a little stale. My aunt leaves the pretzel bag open on purpose for that very reason. Softer, floppier pretzel twists = better. But here in this context, blog... let's clarify. Stale is kind of an insult. I'm sorry about not writing much lately. If we look over at the righthand sidebar, yes, we can agree that the number of entries per month demonstrates a clear trend of steadily declining frequency in posts. What's with that?
I don't know. I just don't have much to say. I don't feel creative even in the tiniest bit. I'm a little bit bored with you, I guess. I want to sit on the couch with Jim. I want to watch "So You Think You Can Dance." I want to play on the new backyard swingset with Emma and Jack. I even want to fold some clothes. (gasp) January - 9 entries. April - 7. June - 5. August - a puny 2. Sorry about that.
Don't fret though. I'll come back around if I know me. You'll probably hear from me in the middle of the night when Jim's away and I can't sleep, or something. Maybe Emma will have just pooped her pants and started screaming about it, solidly reaffirming the case of insomnia your author already had tonight, minus her Jim. And then, after washing the incidental poop off of her hand, your author will return to bed and just... lay there. The mp3 player won't work. Facebook won't make her sleepy. An hour of this will pass. And then... THEN she'll resort to thinking about grammar.
I bet you'll get some love then, you big, fat lump of blah.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Ironman Louisville - 2009
Jim is an IRONMAN! I am SO proud of him. Swim: 2.4 miles, Bike: 112 miles, Run: 26.2 miles. Here are a few shots of pure pain, 11 hours and 9 minutes of it!
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