Thursday, November 30, 2006

got food?

Have you ever needed groceries one day, only you had to wait four more days before you could go out to get them? This week the task master we call the budget severely limited our meat intake, eliminated our vegetable intake, and jacked with our brownie intake. Have you ever tried to replace an egg (or 2) in a brownie mix with a little pancake batter and more oil (Mom: it was Tim's idea) (Tim's mom: He made up some good reasoning why it should work). You make sweets that literally sweat. Tim actually "paper-toweled" his dessert. He doesn't even do that to Little Ceasers pizza! But I guess they weren't that bad, I just had a glob for breakfast.

But seriously, there are a lot of people who can't buy groceries today, I'm lucky I only run into the problem every few months. Today I just may go out and get some food. I included a picture of our fridge so you can judge whether I'm exaggerating.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

they do, they don't

I guess the reason kids are a blessing is because they are so freaking hilarious!

I babysat my nephews and niece this last week. Noah opened a dinosour book to teach me about dinosours. I took notes on what Dr. Geller told me:

(warning: Tim and I had to calm down for 15 minutes before reading the second sentence.)

...They’re green, if those ones get green they don’t. If they turn green, blue, purple, they don’t. If they do they don't, they do. If those ones turn blue or they don’t, they do, they don’t, do, don’t. If this one gets fire then this one gets green, purple, blue, black, green.

If this gets that then this one does it. It turns green, black, purple, or they get dead or they eat trees or stuff. If they turn into blue, green, purple, then they turn into purple. If they eat green trees then they don’t turn green, blue, black, purple, they do, they don’t.

If these ones get dead they make the footprints, if they make footprints they get big teeth. Then they will make themselves pink. If he does he won’t, he does, he won’t, then they turn green. If this one gets dead he won’t, if he does, he won’t and won’t make footprints. If he drinks water and trees and food. If he turns into black he gets eyes. If he gets dead he will eat a house, then turn into green. If he does he won’t.

Friday, November 17, 2006

short arms

1st place: Jose for accuracy
2nd place: Dave for creativity
3rd place: Ritters for anal-retentiveness

This is Tim's reenactment of last night's situation. As you can see in comparison to Grant, Jose has it right (although we don't like to tell Grant he has a planetoid sized head) his arms should definitely reach farther then they do. We thank all of you who played the game so quickly and creatively, maybe there will be more games in your future.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

What's wrong here?

...besides the fact that it looks like we're torturing our son does anyone see anything wrong with this picture?

And since Grant is four months as of yesterday here's a few of his modeling shots.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

it's late...

Yes, 2am. Woke up to Grant crying, stayed awake thinking...
I checked him, he was fine.
Coram Deo...
could I bring spaghetti to the Pot Luck...
would I put it in a Crock Pot?...
behind on writing friends...
thankyous that need to go out...
Tim said something in his sleep...
I'm going to be mad in the morning...

I got up and linked some new people to the blog, long overdue.
The last swig of Dimeatap should help me soon.

So this is a picture of me in my Baby Gap ribbion belt. A side bonus from the baby gift of Misha and Tim Fasel. I heard Misha has a blog...if you're reading...and I know you're me in. Maybe it's to late to be blogging...

Sunday, November 05, 2006

He's Getting Smarter

Yesterday we took Grant to a birthday party for the 1-year-old son of one of Abby's walking partners. Upon entering the house, we were greeted by the grandmother, who leaned in closer to have a better look at our fantastically good-looking baby. "And what's your name, little one?" she cooed. Grant promptly responded, "BraaaAAHHp." Such a little gentleman.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

The Break-up

The honeymoon is over. This was our night...

Tim: brings home flowers
Abby: wakes up from nap and begins to frantically clean beacuse she knows she's behind and can't get it done during the week.
Tim: "Honey, could you turn off the lights when you're done in a room?"
Abby hears: I don't care that you're cleaning all the messes I've made over the last week but I do care that you just wasted $.03. And you ALWAYS do crap like that.
Abby: Keeps cleaning, feeding the baby, not talking or looking at her handsome man.
Tim: After watching TV awhile figures out he's gotten into something he shouldn't have and begins to make the bed.
Tim: Corners Abby in a narrow passageway and asks why she's angry.
Abby: Admits to anger but does not say why until she feels she will not weep or maim his face.
Together: Talk about our feelings, make up, and watch The Break-up.
Abby: "Just break up with me....leave..I don't care....."
Tim: "Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have gotten that movie."

Now Tim is making me fresh whipped cream and strawberries so I guess everything is going to be okay.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

name that costume

Grant eating mommy's
home made costume.

Grant is a ________?
(a) Gourd
(b) Tree
(c) Elf

Halloween is tiring.