Amazingly Beautiful

and edible!

Grattitude

Fortunately this person is not amongst my friends and I did not have to suffer this uncomfortable experience on my birthday...this year.

One Year Older

It came and there was nothing I could do about. I tried to figure out how to stop time with my mind, but failed. And now it has happened. I am one year older. I am...I don't even want to say it....thirty yeas old.

AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Thirty is an age I never thought I would reach. At the age of sixteen I was convinced that I would be killed before I reached adulthood and yet each year kept coming and I was still living. Which is a good thing and I am very grateful for that--but somehow I never really thought I would get to be this truly adult age of thirty.

But here I am.

I suppose I should make the best of it.

Happy Birthday to me!

Let's eat some cake!

Now You are Two

Large S, now you are two.

Happy Birthday to you.

And while I have to share my birthday with you

I do still love you.

Detail oriented...

This link is for those who were living with me while I took that one color theroy class in college. Click here to be amazed.


[See. There are others out there who spend just as much time with their xacto knife as I.]

Vocab boom

During the last few weeks the Large S has had quite the vocabulary boom. He's to the point where if you say “Can you say ________?” He will try to say it back to you. And while the new word does not often sound exactly right, it is recognizable as the word you suggessted to him. On Sunday morning the BIg O was all excited becasue he got the Large S to say ‘trophy’. On Monday he got him to start saying ‘Geico’ for the Geico advert plane that is constantly flying around our area.

This new willingness to try to say any word is rather exciting. However, I know that this will soon lead to the constant talking that tends to drive me crazy.

In the meantime I will try to enjoy the adorableness of his daily verbal discoveries.

Here's a partial list of what he says:

Pbutter
juice!
beans
bye
hot dog
ball
Bat
Baseball
foul ball
mitt
Ready!
Basketball
PowPow=Batman
jew=bird. I have no idea how this came to be or why he will not change from jew to bird.
trophy
milk
burto=burrito
ah-ah=apple
shoe
newkimber=cucumber
read
book
mommy
daddy
Out please
Thank you Mommy
kitty
doggy
rock
Popeye: the first cartoon character he knew the name of
more
shoe
baby= blanket and actually human babies
bunny
toe=toast
da or ya=yes, when he says it, it sounds german
no
uh-oh
cracker
juice
water
choochoo
chi-en=chicken
car
bath
my, mine
sock
Ee (his old word for the Big O -- now he calls him by his actual name)
potty
pee
hat
cheese
here you go
peek-a-boo
ow
balloon
bike
help, help mommy
and, of course,
why?

We interrupt our regularly scheduled posting for this important announcement......

BULLETIN - AFTER HAPPILY EVER AFTER - 12 JUNE 2009 - Come early August, readers of After Happily Ever After, the blog run by internet personality Lady Steed, should be prepared for an exciting development. In order to boost lagging ratings, AHEA will be introducing a new character. This character (name to be announced later) will be an actual member of the Thteed family, changing its stale dynamics and mixing things up at AHEA for a new generation of blog readers. The character is expected to boost AHEA's performance in the vital 0-1 demographic so appealing to blogvertisers.

We now return to our regularly scheduled posting:

Boy! I sure do hate it when dogs drink out of my hose . . . . .

Little Sleep=Premature Aging

Last week was a rather busy and stressful one. As proof I will present a calculation of how many hours of sleep I got Monday through Friday:

Monday, Tuesday: went to bed 1am each night, woke up around 7am = 6hrs x two nights=12hrs

Wednesday night: went to bed 4 am, woke up around 7am=3hrs

Thursday night: went to bed 2am, woke up around 8am=6hrs

Friday night: went to bed 5am, woke up 7.20am=2hrs 20mins

Total hours of sleep for the week=23hrs 20min

Total hours of sleep one should get during a week= 8hrs x 5days=40hrs

I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that regularly getting under five hours of sleep can take years off your life.

With my birthday fast approaching, I am a bit concerned about my expiration date.

Do I look older to you? Because I'm pretty sure last week aged me at least one year, if not two.