Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

And the Oscar goes to…

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Amaya woke me up at 3am a few nights ago with a very urgent whisper:

“Mommy, I have to tell you something. It’s important.”

I immediately woke up and said, “What is it?”

“I’m going to college and I’ll need someone special to look after my toys.”

The next day she was looking at a picture of the two of us and she said, very seriously to herself, “I’m going to miss you so much when I go away to college” and stroked the picture lovingly.

Kipper:

On her birthday Amaya started developing an English accent. Every question ends with an inflection. And R’s have lost their harshness.

Ruby and Max:

“Ruby, tell me that it’s time to go to bed,” she says.

“It’s time to go to bed,” I reply.

“Say, ‘It’s time to go to bed, MAX.”

And this goes on for hours.

4-year-olds are all about drama.

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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

First Class Jack…. (son)

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The whole time we were watching the latest episode of Modern Family I was cringing. It was all about the unfulfilled birthday expectations.

I’m a jerk! I KNOW! I’ve pondered it for over 22 minutes already!!! STOP HASSLING ME!!!!!

Luckily I don’t think this is the thing that will lead to our divorce. He’s not totally hung up on presents. Jake has a lot of qualities that I didn’t know were quite so important until after I married him. Marriage-saving qualities… Like:

1. He really does know how to do the laundry. Because I don’t.

2. He keeps dogs away when they want to jump up in my face. Since we hike a lot and everyone in Hawaii owns pit bulls, Dobermans, or Pitmans, this has come in pretty handy for not getting my face eaten off. This is also handy when we run into very scary mokes in Chinatown. Or when I consider the possibility of an apocalyptic society. Not too many guys I’ve met can reach that standard.

3. He can stay awake while driving. Because I can’t.

4. He doesn’t hassle me too much about spending money because he never checks the credit card bills or the bank statements.

5. He believes in eating well, and he totally gets my tastes in food and restaurants. I would die if I had a taste-bud-less husband.

6. He’s probably the only thing keeping my brain above a 9th grade level of thinking. He reads actual literature, seeks out new and interesting music, only watches movies that could be called “films”, and discusses art with me. Otherwise I would probably atrophy into a YA fiction, radio junk, chick flick waste of a person. But we can still watch Modern Family, because it’s hilarious.

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He married me. That certainly ranks up there with “things I didn’t know mattered until I was married.” Who else would have done that?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

A Far Fetched Birthday Wish

Now usually I have a hard time coming up with a list of what I want for my birthday.
This time I know exactly what I want.
At $1395 for the conference, it's practically a steal. And it's even right during my birthday. I think that's a sign that I need to go.
So for all of this I would need a plane ticket (I have miles), a place to stay (Temple's couch), and funds to buy the registration. This is where you, the rich person reading my blog, comes in.
Oh, and the school to gift me a couple of weeks off without pay, because you know I'd want to do some hanging out and sightseeing with the Temples before and after the conference.
A girl can dream, right?