What's the best way to spend a minute or two? Laughing.
OK- here's the story (which took place about 2 minutes ago).
Superbad (freakin' hilarious) ended and I started to reach for the remote when I heard **boom, thud, thud...** along with a little of Trevor whining. He wasn't crying- just a sort of loud fuss.
My supermom instincts wanted to calmly walk in to his room and make sure everything was alright. Guess what I did... Just that.
His room was pitch black so I flipped the light switch on. What do I see? A stunned, adorable little boy standing in the middle of his floor with a blanket wrapped around him. He looked up at me with his eyes barely open- it got very bright very fast in his room.
He just stood there, and I just stood there. I smiled and he fidgeted a bit but mostly he just looked up at me with the cutest furrowed brow and confused face ever. I chuckled.
"Did you fall out of your bed, my son?"
::Trevor nods::
I glided over to him and parked myself right in front of him. "Are you OK?"
"Mmhmm."
"C'mere... " I wrapped him in my arms and he just sort of slumped there- like he was still asleep. Seriously, it was the cutest thing I have ever experienced. Heh.
I gently pushed him back up into a standing position and grabbed his wrists and wriggled his arms. "See! Everything is where it should be and working properly. Are you ready to get back in bed? No falling out this time- but if you do, I will come help you back up."
He looked over to his bed and very softly said, "Ya...".
I tucked him in and he laid there. So sweet and wonderful. His eyes glazed over but he tried to keep them open. I rubbed his head and looked at him. He was smiling. He smiled the entire time I was there looking at him. His eyes closed and I walked to the light switch. Took a deep breath- and flipped it off.
Then I called my husband who was (and is) thankfully on his way home from work.
Now, I am here writing this. It was so cute. So freakin' cute. I don't know how else to explain it.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Nothing of Importance
I really don't have anything to report. If I did- it would just be complaining about something. Frankly, I don't want to bring myself down and I don't want you to hear my whining (right now anyway, haha).
Alright, like I said nothing important. Just the usual. Trevor says, "Come on, Mommy" now. It's pretty cute.
He is still in his repeating phase. He repeats EVERYTHING he says about 7 or 8 times before stopping. Sometimes he does it more. This is even after I respond after the first time something is said. It seems as though he really wants to make sure of 2 things: 1) We completely understand what he is saying and 2)he wants us to really get his point.
Trevor has moved away from his obsessive compulsive tendencies but sadly- I miss them. It was kind of nice to see him put his things where they "belong" even if I didn't ask him to. Not that I blame him for losing these traits- the world is just so much more interesting now that he understands more.
In other very unimportant news- I am so happy we have netflix. It has allowed me to see movies and shows I otherwise would have never tried to see. I really enjoy the UNLIMITED instant watch. That is so awesome. Wow, is this a boring blog entry or what? Sorry. I just need to fill my time with something, and writing seemed like the thing to do a few minutes ago.
Now, I'm not so sure.
Heh.
Oh wait! I do have something to talk about... my trip to Boston in September!! I am going with Katie. Just she and I. WOOHOO! We have a super list of things we are going to do, and more than likely it will keep growing. We are going to stay for about 4 or 5 days- squeezing everything in that we can. We are even going to Salem for all the witchy history.
OK- I have to attend to my rampant son now... he insists that graham crackers are tons of fun to crumble.
::high five::
Alright, like I said nothing important. Just the usual. Trevor says, "Come on, Mommy" now. It's pretty cute.
He is still in his repeating phase. He repeats EVERYTHING he says about 7 or 8 times before stopping. Sometimes he does it more. This is even after I respond after the first time something is said. It seems as though he really wants to make sure of 2 things: 1) We completely understand what he is saying and 2)he wants us to really get his point.
Trevor has moved away from his obsessive compulsive tendencies but sadly- I miss them. It was kind of nice to see him put his things where they "belong" even if I didn't ask him to. Not that I blame him for losing these traits- the world is just so much more interesting now that he understands more.
In other very unimportant news- I am so happy we have netflix. It has allowed me to see movies and shows I otherwise would have never tried to see. I really enjoy the UNLIMITED instant watch. That is so awesome. Wow, is this a boring blog entry or what? Sorry. I just need to fill my time with something, and writing seemed like the thing to do a few minutes ago.
Now, I'm not so sure.
Heh.
Oh wait! I do have something to talk about... my trip to Boston in September!! I am going with Katie. Just she and I. WOOHOO! We have a super list of things we are going to do, and more than likely it will keep growing. We are going to stay for about 4 or 5 days- squeezing everything in that we can. We are even going to Salem for all the witchy history.
OK- I have to attend to my rampant son now... he insists that graham crackers are tons of fun to crumble.
::high five::
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Old Sacramento
Nathan, Trevor, and I ventured out this Sunday to Old Sacramento. We wanted to spend the whole day indoors doing nothing, but I am glad we changed our minds.
I remember why I loved it so much as a child. So much to look at, hear, smell, and experience. It's a lot more boring when there isn't a festival or "jubilee" going on- but it's still Old Sacramento.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Right vs. Left
Before I begin- let me just say I practically know zilch in the scientific facts department of brains.
OK, I can begin now.
I have owned Guitar Hero III now for a few months, and I have played it well enough to get to hard. I have to practice each song quite a bit before I can play it in career mode with confidence- but needless to say- I can still play it well.
I am, as you can guess, right handed. So this means I "strum" with my right hand and finger the color coordinated "notes" with my left. This particular evening I began on my solo adventure of GHIII (most of the time I play and get anything accomplished, I am playing alone) with the intention of mastering a few new songs on hard.
Unfortunately my pinkie was jamming up on my left hand. I couldn't get it to stop cramping- so this means I was out of luck in progressing. I have to be able to very quickly stamp out "orange notes" if I even dream of playing expert. Sadly, I pulled the guitar strap up and over my head when I had a minipoof of a brainstorm.
"Since my left pinkie is cramping, and I still want to play- I could try and play the lefty way!"
This means I would be fingering with my right hand and strumming with my left. After a brief moment of situating the guitar "comfortably" in the lefty position, I went to practice... on easy.
First song- Slow Ride, as made famous by Foghat.
I missed the first 4 notes.
Then hit a few, then missed more.
Here is why. Obviously it was like playing the game for the first time after watching someone who is really good at it (haha) play.
I was "strumming" with my left thumb but every time the note color changed my whole arm would do this sort of dance wanting to make my fingers move. No! Thumb only, brain! Thumb only! Strum down, strum down, strum down!
OK, I thought I had it after restarting the song and getting a few more notes in before realizing I was picking my right hand up and off the neck every time the note color changed. This is not only a complete waste of energy- it's stupid.
I had to laugh at myself. I had played so much on the right side, my arms and hands would go into muscle memory mode. When I tried to fight them on it playing lefty, I would confuse my brain and miss a ton of notes.
I pushed on. I mean, how awesome would it be to play on both sides?! Ya, I know.
As I really payed attention to my hands and fingers I realized that I missed the majority of notes because my left side was a split second earlier than it should be. The "note" side of your...err... brain... needs to be a split second faster than the notes, and anticipate changes. The "strum" side of your brain has to be dead on beat. Or you lose the note.
Crazy. It's neat to see that the two sides of the brain can function in unison using two completely different methods. Once your brain is trained one way- it's an exciting (or... nerdy?) challenge to teach it other ways.
Science, nature, brains, and awesomeness. What a way to spend a Saturday night.
[I know that this may be too amazing for some of you to understand- thus causing you to think I am some sort of "geek".]
OK, I can begin now.
I have owned Guitar Hero III now for a few months, and I have played it well enough to get to hard. I have to practice each song quite a bit before I can play it in career mode with confidence- but needless to say- I can still play it well.
I am, as you can guess, right handed. So this means I "strum" with my right hand and finger the color coordinated "notes" with my left. This particular evening I began on my solo adventure of GHIII (most of the time I play and get anything accomplished, I am playing alone) with the intention of mastering a few new songs on hard.
Unfortunately my pinkie was jamming up on my left hand. I couldn't get it to stop cramping- so this means I was out of luck in progressing. I have to be able to very quickly stamp out "orange notes" if I even dream of playing expert. Sadly, I pulled the guitar strap up and over my head when I had a minipoof of a brainstorm.
"Since my left pinkie is cramping, and I still want to play- I could try and play the lefty way!"
This means I would be fingering with my right hand and strumming with my left. After a brief moment of situating the guitar "comfortably" in the lefty position, I went to practice... on easy.
First song- Slow Ride, as made famous by Foghat.
I missed the first 4 notes.
Then hit a few, then missed more.
Here is why. Obviously it was like playing the game for the first time after watching someone who is really good at it (haha) play.
I was "strumming" with my left thumb but every time the note color changed my whole arm would do this sort of dance wanting to make my fingers move. No! Thumb only, brain! Thumb only! Strum down, strum down, strum down!
OK, I thought I had it after restarting the song and getting a few more notes in before realizing I was picking my right hand up and off the neck every time the note color changed. This is not only a complete waste of energy- it's stupid.
I had to laugh at myself. I had played so much on the right side, my arms and hands would go into muscle memory mode. When I tried to fight them on it playing lefty, I would confuse my brain and miss a ton of notes.
I pushed on. I mean, how awesome would it be to play on both sides?! Ya, I know.
As I really payed attention to my hands and fingers I realized that I missed the majority of notes because my left side was a split second earlier than it should be. The "note" side of your...err... brain... needs to be a split second faster than the notes, and anticipate changes. The "strum" side of your brain has to be dead on beat. Or you lose the note.
Crazy. It's neat to see that the two sides of the brain can function in unison using two completely different methods. Once your brain is trained one way- it's an exciting (or... nerdy?) challenge to teach it other ways.
Science, nature, brains, and awesomeness. What a way to spend a Saturday night.
[I know that this may be too amazing for some of you to understand- thus causing you to think I am some sort of "geek".]
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Goodbye Tree.
It's strange to me that I have been sitting here trying to write about what I saw this afternoon and I can't find the right words.
A tree fell. Right in front of me.
The wind raged all last night, most likely pulverizing all the foliage the entire time. The morning was just as unforgiving and I witnessed the wind's true spirit.
Gosh, it sounds weird but it was one of the most powerful things I have ever witnessed. Like setting me straight- realigning myself.
The morning was as it usually is. Cranky kid, happy kid, cranky mom, happy mom... hyper kid, tired mom, hyper mom, tired kid...
I packed all our goodies for the day of work. Then when I had carried the wagon to the bottom of the stairs I realized juice had spilled all over the wagon. Great.
I ran back upstairs, told Trevor to wait a minute, grabbed more juice, grabbed the kid and headed down the stairs.
Almost the exact moment my right foot planted itself firmly on the ground- I heard it. The soul of the wind building up force. I looked right at the tree as if I knew it was going to fall before it knew. I saw the wind pick the tree up and push it, right toward me and Trevor. We were out of harms way but we were definitely still very close.
I heard the crackling of the trunk splitting...and that's it. The world fell absolutely silent.
It was slow motion- literally. The tree's very top point was falling straight toward me and it felt as though the moment the wind pushed the tree down- it felt terrible about it- so the wind helped the tree fall more gently.
I know it may sound odd. Oh well. This is how it happened.
I heard sound again when Trevor wiggled and started crying. It scared him. Not that I blame him. I blinked and came back to the real world. There was a man standing behind me, and he asked if we were OK. I said yes, and he walked away. Another man from the opposite direction came and took a few pictures. I wish I had my camera. It was surreal.
No big deal, right? No property damage, everyone was OK....
No. Big deal. It happened about 2 hours ago, and I can't stop thinking about it. I can't even do justice to how I felt it. How it happened. Like I witnessed Mother Nature Herself, taking her frustrations out on the tree.
Really, I can't even imagine what I would be thinking about if that didn't happen. I would probably be sitting on the computer playing Insaniquarium or watching The Office on Netflix.
Yet- it DID happen. So here I am. Talking about Mother Nature and her frustrations. Taking it to heart. Realizing that when I take my angst and anger out on others- it doesn't affect just them. It hurts many. This experience has been more of a soul snap then a tree falling. More of an "I'm thankful for my open mind" rather than "I'm glad it didn't fall on the apartment."
If I hadn't gone back upstairs after the juice spilled, I would have missed the whole thing.
I hope at least one of you out there understands how something so "common" can really be a blessing. Something that at first glance would be unfortunate for the tree, but fortunate for property owners- really had a significant impact.
Thank you wind, thank you tree. May you never go underestimated again... at least in my world.
Oh, and when a tree falls in the woods and no one is around- it does not make a sound. Trees fall in silence.
A tree fell. Right in front of me.
The wind raged all last night, most likely pulverizing all the foliage the entire time. The morning was just as unforgiving and I witnessed the wind's true spirit.
Gosh, it sounds weird but it was one of the most powerful things I have ever witnessed. Like setting me straight- realigning myself.
The morning was as it usually is. Cranky kid, happy kid, cranky mom, happy mom... hyper kid, tired mom, hyper mom, tired kid...
I packed all our goodies for the day of work. Then when I had carried the wagon to the bottom of the stairs I realized juice had spilled all over the wagon. Great.
I ran back upstairs, told Trevor to wait a minute, grabbed more juice, grabbed the kid and headed down the stairs.
Almost the exact moment my right foot planted itself firmly on the ground- I heard it. The soul of the wind building up force. I looked right at the tree as if I knew it was going to fall before it knew. I saw the wind pick the tree up and push it, right toward me and Trevor. We were out of harms way but we were definitely still very close.
I heard the crackling of the trunk splitting...and that's it. The world fell absolutely silent.
It was slow motion- literally. The tree's very top point was falling straight toward me and it felt as though the moment the wind pushed the tree down- it felt terrible about it- so the wind helped the tree fall more gently.
I know it may sound odd. Oh well. This is how it happened.
I heard sound again when Trevor wiggled and started crying. It scared him. Not that I blame him. I blinked and came back to the real world. There was a man standing behind me, and he asked if we were OK. I said yes, and he walked away. Another man from the opposite direction came and took a few pictures. I wish I had my camera. It was surreal.
No big deal, right? No property damage, everyone was OK....
No. Big deal. It happened about 2 hours ago, and I can't stop thinking about it. I can't even do justice to how I felt it. How it happened. Like I witnessed Mother Nature Herself, taking her frustrations out on the tree.
Really, I can't even imagine what I would be thinking about if that didn't happen. I would probably be sitting on the computer playing Insaniquarium or watching The Office on Netflix.
Yet- it DID happen. So here I am. Talking about Mother Nature and her frustrations. Taking it to heart. Realizing that when I take my angst and anger out on others- it doesn't affect just them. It hurts many. This experience has been more of a soul snap then a tree falling. More of an "I'm thankful for my open mind" rather than "I'm glad it didn't fall on the apartment."
If I hadn't gone back upstairs after the juice spilled, I would have missed the whole thing.
I hope at least one of you out there understands how something so "common" can really be a blessing. Something that at first glance would be unfortunate for the tree, but fortunate for property owners- really had a significant impact.
Thank you wind, thank you tree. May you never go underestimated again... at least in my world.
Oh, and when a tree falls in the woods and no one is around- it does not make a sound. Trees fall in silence.
Blonde Moment
I have been wanting to make my tuna salad for sometime now and the ingredients are as follows:
canned tuna
pesto
alfredo sauce
onions
garlic
black pepper
I have been picking up the ingredients in bits and pieces for about a month, and usually one will run out before the other is picked up...
I went out and bought 5 cans of tuna (more than enough), and then about a week later bought 3 jars of pesto (just to make sure I wouldn't run out before acquiring the remaining ingredients).
Well, this morning I opened the fridge and saw the pesto. In a fit of joy I bounced over to the tuna and opened 3 cans. Oh I was so happy I could finally make my tuna salad.
See the blonde moment yet? Well, because I let my "joy" get in the way of...well... thought processes... I opened 3 cans of tuna in vain. I have no alfredo. I have no garlic. I have no onions.
It figures. Now I HAVE to go to the grocery store. I hate grocery shopping (hence the reason I didn't buy all the ingredients at ONE time...).
canned tuna
pesto
alfredo sauce
onions
garlic
black pepper
I have been picking up the ingredients in bits and pieces for about a month, and usually one will run out before the other is picked up...
I went out and bought 5 cans of tuna (more than enough), and then about a week later bought 3 jars of pesto (just to make sure I wouldn't run out before acquiring the remaining ingredients).
Well, this morning I opened the fridge and saw the pesto. In a fit of joy I bounced over to the tuna and opened 3 cans. Oh I was so happy I could finally make my tuna salad.
See the blonde moment yet? Well, because I let my "joy" get in the way of...well... thought processes... I opened 3 cans of tuna in vain. I have no alfredo. I have no garlic. I have no onions.
It figures. Now I HAVE to go to the grocery store. I hate grocery shopping (hence the reason I didn't buy all the ingredients at ONE time...).
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Just a Day
You know, it is really refreshing to have a "normal" day.
Not terrible, not great- just normal. Laughed, growled, cringed, and smiled.
One of those days where I think about changing my hairstyle, or sit and look at houses for sale on the internet. One of those days where I (actually) don't worry about what the future holds, and I (actually) don't worry about anything.
A day where I come home from work and will fold laundry and not complain about it. A day where I ate just the right amount of food.
It feels nice. It feels really nice.
It's also one of those blogs where I repeat myself a lot and guess what- I don't care, so neither should you.
::hug:: Let's hope it's just a night.
Not terrible, not great- just normal. Laughed, growled, cringed, and smiled.
One of those days where I think about changing my hairstyle, or sit and look at houses for sale on the internet. One of those days where I (actually) don't worry about what the future holds, and I (actually) don't worry about anything.
A day where I come home from work and will fold laundry and not complain about it. A day where I ate just the right amount of food.
It feels nice. It feels really nice.
It's also one of those blogs where I repeat myself a lot and guess what- I don't care, so neither should you.
::hug:: Let's hope it's just a night.
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