Regression

"Sometimes after a trauma, such as the introduction of a new baby into the household, children regress to former skill levels as a defense mechanism to maintain the feeling they have of most importance..."

To F

Because Women sometimes complain about our husbands rather than noticing the daily nice things that do occur, I am dedicating this post to F.

I know nothing about skirts. I like pants, and primarily wear pants to work. However, I have noticed that skirts are more like pants than I thought. Mainly, if you get a skirt that is long enough, there is no need to wear pantyhose. Thank goodness for that. So I have invested in a few skirts.

I had on a skirt this morning, and I turned to F (the husband) and said, "Is this skirt a summer skirt, or do you think it can be worn in the winter?"

He replied, (angrily, I might add), "Do I look like a woman? I don't know anything about skirts!"
He then stormed off to do man stuff.

I still felt in my gut that this particular skirt might just be for summer, so I proceeded to the laundry room to get some pants. Black, slimming pants...I heard F calling me. He ran downstairs and said, "Are you in the laundry room? Because I think that you should get a different outfit. I do think that skirt is too summery. I noticed when you walked by."

Thank you F.

Jake's 3 Things

Kooky But Creative.

Following are three creative photos Jake took. He has captioned each one accordingly. My comments are in italics.

"I'll take pictures for the future!" Please insert a "futuristic exclamation point" here. My computer did not have the capacity to reproduce his specially drawn character. --Amanda
Jake goes on to say of the camera, "It's from the late 70's."

"The neck of the cello is huge! 4 Strings of Musical Madness."

"I am being hypnotized. The T.S.B. (Top Secret Book) of Dad's chili." I must add that this is a family recipe book that took many, many hours of my Mom's time to create and that I make many of the recipes frequently. I can see clearly who the favorite chef is though! --Amanda

The View From the Top

M and T won.

I don't know if they conspired together or if it just worked out this way. M has now taken over the guest room. I'm not hanging up "D's room" signs or anything, but her bed is now in there and she's got loads of clothes hanging in the closet.

Background:

MY plan was to have the two babies share a room. Of course J has his own room, he's older and needs privacy and space. But the babies, I thought, could share. It would be GOOD for them. However, it lasted two weeks and my plan has been shattered.

I would wake up and hear them both giggling in the nighttime.
I would wake up and hear the baby mobile being turn around and around.
I would wake up and hear jumping and banging noises.
I would wake up and find M's pacifier in the hallway outside of the room.
I would wake up and find M's sleeper-jams pulled through the bars of the crib.

These, were all fine.

However, I woke up and found three-quarters of T's body in the crib, ready to leap down upon his unsuspecting sister. Job done. Finale. They have been separated.

Miss M

Because we are incapable of competently wielding a camera ourselves, we get portraits done each month. Here are the favorites for this month.

Marilyn

There once was a friend of our family named Marilyn. She was at our house twice a week, and in the pre-blog, well, pre-Internet days even, I would leave little stories and notes for her on a dry-erase board stuck to my bedroom door.

Sometimes I would leave written questions for her and promise "prizes", (for example, a decorated cardboard box, of which I would be the designer). Anyway, Marilyn always answered the written question, and always got it right, and I'm afraid I began to badly lag on the prize-making front...

The point of my story is this: You may read my blog, but I'm not promising you anything.