I'm quite jealous of my husband. Yesterday, Anh had the opportunity to play golf at TPC Sawgrass. The outing was in honor of Jay's birthday, and let's just say there's no better motivator to improve your game than hearing about your husband's awesome experience at a top-notch golf course. Seriously though, it sounds like the guys had a great time.
However, the experience may spoil any future golf outings that don't involve a caddy. Sounds like a luxury one quickly gets used to. Factor in the beautiful landscaping & facilities, and it seems like an extremely tough act to follow. Of course, it does come with a hefty price tag. Maybe that's the competitors' saving grace.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Daddy's Shadow
Yesterday, Jaxon "shadowed" Anh. It wasn't planned, but when Anh realized he had a relatively light day scheduled at the office, he offered to take Jax with him to work. Jax, of course, jumped at the chance to go with Daddy. As they headed out the door, I heard Jax say, "Look, Dad, I have a bag just like you!" I looked over, and he was wearing his little red messenger bag that Aunt Glenda gave him. Inside was his toy laptop. Indeed, Jax was just like Dad. At that moment, I knew Anh would come home with some funny stories to share.
That night at dinner, I heard all about their father & son day at the hospital. After stopping by the office briefly, Jax went with Anh to round on a few patients. Jax hung out with the nurses' at their work station while Anh was in with his patients, but occasionally, Jax would linger in the doorways "observing." The patients all seemed amused by his presence, and the nurses were equally entertained by the little doctor. Oops! I meant surgeon.
After visiting with the patients, Anh took Jax up to the doctor's lounge for lunch, but Jax could hardly focus on eating thanks to a rather intense ping pong match that was underway. I know. You're thinking, ping pong? I guess they consider that a form of stress relief or something. Well, Jax told Anh, "Daddy, when I grow up, I want to be a doctor so I can play ping pong." I'm quite sure Anh is completely happy to let Jax go on believing that it takes a medical degree to play ping pong.
They spent the afternoon back at the office. While Anh made some calls and took care of some charting, Jax kicked back on the waiting room couch watching tv. Boy does he have a completely distorted view of a typical day in Daddy's life! Wait...or does he?
That night at dinner, I heard all about their father & son day at the hospital. After stopping by the office briefly, Jax went with Anh to round on a few patients. Jax hung out with the nurses' at their work station while Anh was in with his patients, but occasionally, Jax would linger in the doorways "observing." The patients all seemed amused by his presence, and the nurses were equally entertained by the little doctor. Oops! I meant surgeon.
After visiting with the patients, Anh took Jax up to the doctor's lounge for lunch, but Jax could hardly focus on eating thanks to a rather intense ping pong match that was underway. I know. You're thinking, ping pong? I guess they consider that a form of stress relief or something. Well, Jax told Anh, "Daddy, when I grow up, I want to be a doctor so I can play ping pong." I'm quite sure Anh is completely happy to let Jax go on believing that it takes a medical degree to play ping pong.
They spent the afternoon back at the office. While Anh made some calls and took care of some charting, Jax kicked back on the waiting room couch watching tv. Boy does he have a completely distorted view of a typical day in Daddy's life! Wait...or does he?
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Independence Day
Goodness! This entry has taken me forever. Typing without your index finger sure does take a lot longer. Just kidding! I'm happy to report that everyone survived the 4th with their fingers intact and without 1st, 2nd, or 3rd degree burns. Success! There were a couple of scary moments, but mostly just a lot of fun with our friends.
As one would expect, it was ridiculously hot Saturday afternoon. I'm pretty sure the entire neighborhood was at the pool, but we had other plans. We decided to force (I mean pass along) memories from our childhoods onto our children by setting up a sprinkler and Slip 'n Slide. Yeah, I'd say we definitely add a touch of class to the neighborhood. We're just keepin' it real!
The kids seemed to enjoy the retro toys. The Slip 'n Slide was a big hit with Hayden, but Jax had some trouble mastering his technique. I know, you're thinking, technique? What technique? You run & then throw yourself down a wet strip of plastic. There is no technique. Well...somebody explain that to my kid! He would run, stop short, do some sort of skip/hop, and then belly flop onto the Slip 'n Slide.
Baylor just stood off to the side watching the spectacle with an expression that could only be interpreted as, "What the heck are you people doing now?!" I asked Anh to show Baylor how to go down the slide which basically led to midget bowling. Anh picked Baylor up and hurled him down the Slip 'n Slide. Baylor definitely didn't know what to think of that experience, but we all had a good laugh at his expense.
Hudson, you better watch out! You may have been spared this year, but next year I doubt you'll be so lucky.
Baylor wasn't too fond of the sprinkler either. He started to cry as soon as we turned it on. How are you scared of a spinning Spiderman that spits water and blows bubbles? Maybe Baylor is a little more traumatized than I thought from our day at the baby pool. Oops! I guess I'll add "fear of water" to my list of credits.
The sun started to set, and that meant we could move on to the main event, FIREWORKS! We had a nice assortment of explosives: little gunpowder-powered tanks and cars, exploding airplanes and ladybugs, roman candles (oh yeah!), never-ending sparklers (and I mean never-ending!), and of course, the big daddy mortar bombs courtesy of Jay.
Coincidentally, we forgot to tell Jay and Lisa about our neighborhood's ban on fireworks. When they pulled up to our gate and saw the "Fireworks Not Permitted" sign, I'm sure they thought, "Great! What are we going to do with our trunk full of explosives?"
Luckily, Anh sought out the real scoop from our neighborhood security guards earlier in the week when they first put up the ban signs. They said that the ban was not actually enforced. It was merely a "suggestion" from the neighborhood association who worries about the neighborhood being burned to the ground. Well, given that we've had excessive rain over the past few weeks, we decided to go ahead and light the fuse on our fireworks fun.
We quickly learned that you should not judge fireworks on their appearance. The little tanks and cars that were oh so impressive looking turned out to be complete duds. They smoked and sparked, but that was about it thanks to their wimpy cardboard wheels.
However, the planes and flying saucers made up for it. Their only drawback was actually physics. What goes up must come down! Occasionally, they not only came plummeting back to Earth at a high rate of speed, they also seemed to have a boomerang effect that sent them hurdling right towards us! Let's just say there was a bit of screaming whenever that happened. Maybe it was actually a good thing that we put Hudson and Baylor to bed. At least, we didn't have to worry about scarring them for life!
Ahhhh, the smell of smoke and gun powder filled the air. Suddenly, headlights rounded the bend, and we realized we had attracted security. That was quick! Jax sat up straight in his lawn chair and muttered, "Uh oh!" That's bad, right? My kid sees "the police" and immediately thinks "uh oh!"
The security officer pulled up, rolled down his window and asked, "Is this where I'll find the best fireworks show in the neighborhood?" Standing there beside our launchpad with fireworks in our hands, we shook our heads, and responded with a smile, "Nope, not here! No fireworks here! I think it might have been the neighbors." Good lesson for the kids, always lie to the police and blame someone else. The officer laughed and said, "Shoot! I was hoping to see a good show, and I heard this was where I'd find one." Clearly, word travels fast in our neighborhood.
It should come as no surprise that the kids loved the element of danger. As soon as the fuse was lit, Jax and Hayden would scream, "RUN!" and then bolt back to the relative safety of the driveway. Then, Aunt Nguyen decided to get in on the fun, and as luck would have it, she ended up with credit for the first "misfire" of the evening. Her bomb only traveled about 20 feet up into the air before exploding. It was just low enough to startle us and elicit a few screams, but not close enough to cause any real panic.
Did that stop us? No, of course not. We still had 2 other mortars. Aunt Nguyen was determined to successfully launch a bomb. Before her third attempt, she asked, "You load it like this, right?" while holding the bomb up in the air, demonstrating how she had been dropping it into the tube. That's when we discovered her 2 previous bombs weren't "misfires." They were "misloaded"! She had been loading the rounds upside down. Nice! No wonder they weren't launching into the air.
With the proper technique mastered, the gang set out to load the grand finale bringing the festivities to a close. The final rounds exploded overhead, and we headed inside to relax in some desperately needed air conditioning. Yes, July 4th, 2009 was indeed a success. It sets the bar pretty high for next year. Let the countdown begin!
As one would expect, it was ridiculously hot Saturday afternoon. I'm pretty sure the entire neighborhood was at the pool, but we had other plans. We decided to force (I mean pass along) memories from our childhoods onto our children by setting up a sprinkler and Slip 'n Slide. Yeah, I'd say we definitely add a touch of class to the neighborhood. We're just keepin' it real!The kids seemed to enjoy the retro toys. The Slip 'n Slide was a big hit with Hayden, but Jax had some trouble mastering his technique. I know, you're thinking, technique? What technique? You run & then throw yourself down a wet strip of plastic. There is no technique. Well...somebody explain that to my kid! He would run, stop short, do some sort of skip/hop, and then belly flop onto the Slip 'n Slide.Baylor just stood off to the side watching the spectacle with an expression that could only be interpreted as, "What the heck are you people doing now?!" I asked Anh to show Baylor how to go down the slide which basically led to midget bowling. Anh picked Baylor up and hurled him down the Slip 'n Slide. Baylor definitely didn't know what to think of that experience, but we all had a good laugh at his expense.Hudson, you better watch out! You may have been spared this year, but next year I doubt you'll be so lucky.Baylor wasn't too fond of the sprinkler either. He started to cry as soon as we turned it on. How are you scared of a spinning Spiderman that spits water and blows bubbles? Maybe Baylor is a little more traumatized than I thought from our day at the baby pool. Oops! I guess I'll add "fear of water" to my list of credits.The sun started to set, and that meant we could move on to the main event, FIREWORKS! We had a nice assortment of explosives: little gunpowder-powered tanks and cars, exploding airplanes and ladybugs, roman candles (oh yeah!), never-ending sparklers (and I mean never-ending!), and of course, the big daddy mortar bombs courtesy of Jay.Coincidentally, we forgot to tell Jay and Lisa about our neighborhood's ban on fireworks. When they pulled up to our gate and saw the "Fireworks Not Permitted" sign, I'm sure they thought, "Great! What are we going to do with our trunk full of explosives?"
Luckily, Anh sought out the real scoop from our neighborhood security guards earlier in the week when they first put up the ban signs. They said that the ban was not actually enforced. It was merely a "suggestion" from the neighborhood association who worries about the neighborhood being burned to the ground. Well, given that we've had excessive rain over the past few weeks, we decided to go ahead and light the fuse on our fireworks fun.
We quickly learned that you should not judge fireworks on their appearance. The little tanks and cars that were oh so impressive looking turned out to be complete duds. They smoked and sparked, but that was about it thanks to their wimpy cardboard wheels.However, the planes and flying saucers made up for it. Their only drawback was actually physics. What goes up must come down! Occasionally, they not only came plummeting back to Earth at a high rate of speed, they also seemed to have a boomerang effect that sent them hurdling right towards us! Let's just say there was a bit of screaming whenever that happened. Maybe it was actually a good thing that we put Hudson and Baylor to bed. At least, we didn't have to worry about scarring them for life!
All that was really just warm-up for the mortar bombs though. Jay broke out his stash, and you could feel the excitement level rachet up a notch. Or was it really the moms' stress level rising as the dads maturity level sank to new lows? Probably a combination of both. Yes, definitely a good thing that the babies were safely tucked in their beds. In the beginning, safety was the primary concern. Lisa and I instructed the kids to stay back away from the launchpad, as Jay and Anh loaded the first rounds.
Whoosh! BOOM! POW!
Ahhhh, the smell of smoke and gun powder filled the air. Suddenly, headlights rounded the bend, and we realized we had attracted security. That was quick! Jax sat up straight in his lawn chair and muttered, "Uh oh!" That's bad, right? My kid sees "the police" and immediately thinks "uh oh!"The security officer pulled up, rolled down his window and asked, "Is this where I'll find the best fireworks show in the neighborhood?" Standing there beside our launchpad with fireworks in our hands, we shook our heads, and responded with a smile, "Nope, not here! No fireworks here! I think it might have been the neighbors." Good lesson for the kids, always lie to the police and blame someone else. The officer laughed and said, "Shoot! I was hoping to see a good show, and I heard this was where I'd find one." Clearly, word travels fast in our neighborhood.
The officer watched for a few minutes as we resumed our fun, but then had to return to duty or seek out a better show. After that, we sort of let our guard down. The kids started to accompany Jay and Anh up to light the fuses, and then before Lisa and I knew it, Anh and Jay were actually letting them light the fuses! Yet another example of the difference in moms' and dads' parenting styles.
It should come as no surprise that the kids loved the element of danger. As soon as the fuse was lit, Jax and Hayden would scream, "RUN!" and then bolt back to the relative safety of the driveway. Then, Aunt Nguyen decided to get in on the fun, and as luck would have it, she ended up with credit for the first "misfire" of the evening. Her bomb only traveled about 20 feet up into the air before exploding. It was just low enough to startle us and elicit a few screams, but not close enough to cause any real panic.After a few more rounds as a spectator, Aunt Nguyen decided to get back in on the action. This time, however, her bomb didn't even leave the mortar tube before exploding at ground level, right in front of us! You know the scene from Star Wars where they jump to warp speed (or was it light speed)? Well, that's what it looked like! We were smackdab in the middle of the explosion. Again, a bit of screaming...actually, a lot of screaming! Oh, and the mortar was toast!
Did that stop us? No, of course not. We still had 2 other mortars. Aunt Nguyen was determined to successfully launch a bomb. Before her third attempt, she asked, "You load it like this, right?" while holding the bomb up in the air, demonstrating how she had been dropping it into the tube. That's when we discovered her 2 previous bombs weren't "misfires." They were "misloaded"! She had been loading the rounds upside down. Nice! No wonder they weren't launching into the air.
With the proper technique mastered, the gang set out to load the grand finale bringing the festivities to a close. The final rounds exploded overhead, and we headed inside to relax in some desperately needed air conditioning. Yes, July 4th, 2009 was indeed a success. It sets the bar pretty high for next year. Let the countdown begin!Friday, July 3, 2009
Blasts From The Past
On the eve of the our nation's birthday, I thought I'd share a few stories from the 4ths of the past. We've had some truly memorable celebrations. Ironically, most of the stories don't revolve around us. We were simply present for the high jinks.
The first tale that comes to mind is one from my childhood. Growing up in Georgia, you had to plan ahead for the 4th of July. Fireworks of any kind (even sparklers) were illegal. Although, if you were like us & picked up fireworks in any of the bordering states prior to the big day, the police weren't on a mission to ruin your fun. As long as you stayed low profile and didn't tick off any of your neighbors, you were pretty much guaranteed a fun, police-free time.
However, you can't blame the neighbors for the abrupt ending to our fireworks show in 1988. Nope, the neighbors had nothing to do with it. The real culprit was the infamous roman candle. Oh, the excitement of watching those brilliantly colored balls of fire fly through the night sky! I'm not sure the things actually come with instructions, but my dad (Grandfather) always stuck them in the ground angled away from us & the house, lit the end, and then stood back to watch the show.
Well, that was the routine until Grandfather came to the conclusion that holding the roman candle would be much more fun. Man, talk about a brilliant idea. That is until one of the candles misfired, and one of the flaming balls shot out the back end, right into my 3-year old sister's eye! Poor Aunt Kelly! Actually, she wasn't really hurt, just shaken up. The experience pretty much scared the you-know-what out of everyone.
After that, my mom (Grandma) permanently banned fireworks from our household. I do remember Grandfather slowly reintroducing them after a few years had passed, but you better believe there were no roman candles. She wasn't happy about any of it, but Grandma definitely wasn't tolerating the return of roman candles!
Fast forward a number of years to 2000, our first year in Wichita. Anh had just started his surgery residency a few days earlier, and given that we had been in town less than a month, we only knew a handful of people. We celebrated the holiday with Diane who we had met while house-hunting. Little did we know, she would become one of our best friends.
At that point, we barely knew Diane though. When she arrived at our house, she looked a little pale and passed on both the beer & wine we were serving. Like I said before, we didn't know her too well, but we knew it wasn't like her to pass on either of those offerings. The woman could drink anyone under the table!
Diane told us that she suspected she had an inner ear infection because her equilibrium was off. She also shared that she had spent the better part of the morning with an upset stomach. Hours later, the truth finally came out! Diane had decided to kick off the holiday weekend by enjoying "a few" beers in her backyard garden the previous night. Inner ear infection...right! The woman was hungover!
For years, any time Diane would complain of a mystery ailment, we would ask whether she had been hitting the bottle again. It was our little inside joke right up to the end. When she visited us after our move to Florida, she arrived with a laundry list of ailments including some balance issues and feeling lightheaded. We teased her, saying she really needed to lay off the sauce. Man, I wish that had been it!
Anyway...back to happier times. Over the next 4 years, it became tradition to go out to our friends', Dwayne and Carol, house. Every year, they invite all their friends over for a 4th of July cookout. Everyone brings a dish and, of course, fireworks. 2001 was when we first discovered the magic of mortar bombs! Forget sparklers and bottle rockets...Mortar bombs are the real deal!
We were having a grand ol' time watching "the rockets red glare" and "bombs bursting in air," when all of a sudden 1 of Dwayne's 2 dogs went charging towards a mortar with a lit fuse. Talk about a freak out, roughly 30 people screamed the dog's name in panicked unison, "Peppy!" Thank God Peppy heeled! That would not have been pretty.
Our first 4th of July in Florida was also memorable. Anh's family was in town, and we decided to go all out! We spent a small fortune on fireworks that year. At dusk, we started the display in front of house, but quickly ended up out back by the pond. The majority of us sat on the back patio and watched as Al and Anh took turn shooting off big mortar bombs that were just a notch below what you'd see at a professional show. We had quite a few spectators.
Each of us took a turn lighting roman candles too. Yes, the infamous roman candles were purchased. We, clearly, were just asking for trouble! All was going well until we let Anh's mom (Ba Ba) have a turn. She lit her roman candle, overlooking the fact that Al was actually lighting the fuse to a mortar bomb right in front of her! The roman candle fired, and the shot bounced straight up Al's back and through his hair at the exact moment that he lit the fuse to the mortar bomb. He was frozen in fear, hunched over the mortar, expecting the next candle shot to hit him when the bomb ignited and shot within inches of his face. Let's just say Uncle Al was not very happy with his mom, but he seemed especially ticked off with the rest of us who laughing hysterically. It was all you could do really! He wasn't hurt after all!
Sadly, that wasn't the last of the fireworks drama that evening. A few minutes later, Al or Anh was lighting another fuse when the mortar toppled over and the bomb launched right at us on the patio. It was one of those experiences when time seems to pass in slow motion. We all screamed and jumped out of our seats, running away from the patio into the yard. I knew the bomb was going to explode on the patio. The only uncertainty was whether it would blow the windows, walls, or concrete to bits. As we all turned around and looked back, waiting for the big bang, we were horrified to see that Kyle was still sitting in his chair on the patio oblivious to the impending danger! I'm sure we were all thinking the same thing, "Oh shit!" just in various languages.
BOOM! When the smoke cleared, our ears were ringing, but Kyle was fine. Right behind him on the patio was a big black spot where the bomb had exploded. The windows, concrete, and Kyle had all survived. Whew! That was a close one!
Gee...does anyone see a theme in my tales. One would think that we'd have learned our lesson by now. Fireworks are dangerous! I guess that's just part of the fun. Happy 4th of July, Everyone! We hope you have a blast, but no close calls!
The first tale that comes to mind is one from my childhood. Growing up in Georgia, you had to plan ahead for the 4th of July. Fireworks of any kind (even sparklers) were illegal. Although, if you were like us & picked up fireworks in any of the bordering states prior to the big day, the police weren't on a mission to ruin your fun. As long as you stayed low profile and didn't tick off any of your neighbors, you were pretty much guaranteed a fun, police-free time.
However, you can't blame the neighbors for the abrupt ending to our fireworks show in 1988. Nope, the neighbors had nothing to do with it. The real culprit was the infamous roman candle. Oh, the excitement of watching those brilliantly colored balls of fire fly through the night sky! I'm not sure the things actually come with instructions, but my dad (Grandfather) always stuck them in the ground angled away from us & the house, lit the end, and then stood back to watch the show.
Well, that was the routine until Grandfather came to the conclusion that holding the roman candle would be much more fun. Man, talk about a brilliant idea. That is until one of the candles misfired, and one of the flaming balls shot out the back end, right into my 3-year old sister's eye! Poor Aunt Kelly! Actually, she wasn't really hurt, just shaken up. The experience pretty much scared the you-know-what out of everyone.
After that, my mom (Grandma) permanently banned fireworks from our household. I do remember Grandfather slowly reintroducing them after a few years had passed, but you better believe there were no roman candles. She wasn't happy about any of it, but Grandma definitely wasn't tolerating the return of roman candles!
Fast forward a number of years to 2000, our first year in Wichita. Anh had just started his surgery residency a few days earlier, and given that we had been in town less than a month, we only knew a handful of people. We celebrated the holiday with Diane who we had met while house-hunting. Little did we know, she would become one of our best friends.
At that point, we barely knew Diane though. When she arrived at our house, she looked a little pale and passed on both the beer & wine we were serving. Like I said before, we didn't know her too well, but we knew it wasn't like her to pass on either of those offerings. The woman could drink anyone under the table!
Diane told us that she suspected she had an inner ear infection because her equilibrium was off. She also shared that she had spent the better part of the morning with an upset stomach. Hours later, the truth finally came out! Diane had decided to kick off the holiday weekend by enjoying "a few" beers in her backyard garden the previous night. Inner ear infection...right! The woman was hungover!
For years, any time Diane would complain of a mystery ailment, we would ask whether she had been hitting the bottle again. It was our little inside joke right up to the end. When she visited us after our move to Florida, she arrived with a laundry list of ailments including some balance issues and feeling lightheaded. We teased her, saying she really needed to lay off the sauce. Man, I wish that had been it!
Anyway...back to happier times. Over the next 4 years, it became tradition to go out to our friends', Dwayne and Carol, house. Every year, they invite all their friends over for a 4th of July cookout. Everyone brings a dish and, of course, fireworks. 2001 was when we first discovered the magic of mortar bombs! Forget sparklers and bottle rockets...Mortar bombs are the real deal!
We were having a grand ol' time watching "the rockets red glare" and "bombs bursting in air," when all of a sudden 1 of Dwayne's 2 dogs went charging towards a mortar with a lit fuse. Talk about a freak out, roughly 30 people screamed the dog's name in panicked unison, "Peppy!" Thank God Peppy heeled! That would not have been pretty.
Our first 4th of July in Florida was also memorable. Anh's family was in town, and we decided to go all out! We spent a small fortune on fireworks that year. At dusk, we started the display in front of house, but quickly ended up out back by the pond. The majority of us sat on the back patio and watched as Al and Anh took turn shooting off big mortar bombs that were just a notch below what you'd see at a professional show. We had quite a few spectators.
Each of us took a turn lighting roman candles too. Yes, the infamous roman candles were purchased. We, clearly, were just asking for trouble! All was going well until we let Anh's mom (Ba Ba) have a turn. She lit her roman candle, overlooking the fact that Al was actually lighting the fuse to a mortar bomb right in front of her! The roman candle fired, and the shot bounced straight up Al's back and through his hair at the exact moment that he lit the fuse to the mortar bomb. He was frozen in fear, hunched over the mortar, expecting the next candle shot to hit him when the bomb ignited and shot within inches of his face. Let's just say Uncle Al was not very happy with his mom, but he seemed especially ticked off with the rest of us who laughing hysterically. It was all you could do really! He wasn't hurt after all!
Sadly, that wasn't the last of the fireworks drama that evening. A few minutes later, Al or Anh was lighting another fuse when the mortar toppled over and the bomb launched right at us on the patio. It was one of those experiences when time seems to pass in slow motion. We all screamed and jumped out of our seats, running away from the patio into the yard. I knew the bomb was going to explode on the patio. The only uncertainty was whether it would blow the windows, walls, or concrete to bits. As we all turned around and looked back, waiting for the big bang, we were horrified to see that Kyle was still sitting in his chair on the patio oblivious to the impending danger! I'm sure we were all thinking the same thing, "Oh shit!" just in various languages.
BOOM! When the smoke cleared, our ears were ringing, but Kyle was fine. Right behind him on the patio was a big black spot where the bomb had exploded. The windows, concrete, and Kyle had all survived. Whew! That was a close one!
Gee...does anyone see a theme in my tales. One would think that we'd have learned our lesson by now. Fireworks are dangerous! I guess that's just part of the fun. Happy 4th of July, Everyone! We hope you have a blast, but no close calls!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Preparation
It's under way. We're going to enjoy our 3-day weekend! Tomorrow, we are breaking off into 2 teams to secure all the necessary supplies for our little party. Baylor & I are in charge of the food and alcohol, and Anh & Jax are in charge of explosives. Woo Hoo! We are in for some fun! I just hope we come out of it with all of our fingers intact. I'll let you know how it goes!
By the way, there's still time to opt in. We'll have plenty to share. Even the Kansas peeps could get here in time for the Saturday festivities, but you'd have to leave right about...NOW!
By the way, there's still time to opt in. We'll have plenty to share. Even the Kansas peeps could get here in time for the Saturday festivities, but you'd have to leave right about...NOW!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Troublemaker
From here on out, that's how I might refer to Baylor because that's exactly what he is...Trouble (with a capital T). I'm fairly certain that Baylor now understands good vs. bad behavior. He definitely understands the definition of "NO," but that doesn't mean that he minds. Nope, he'll look you dead in the eyes and then do whatever you're instructing him not to, just to see what your reaction will be.
Baylor has a good memory too. He actually remembers who told him not to do what. He'll look directly at me when he's trying to break into the kitchen cabinets. He looks at Anh when he's messing with the computer cords, and he looks at Aunt Nguyen when he's heading over to try to climb the stairs. These are just a few examples, he gets into soooooo much more. Man, this kid is lucky he's cute!
Baylor has a good memory too. He actually remembers who told him not to do what. He'll look directly at me when he's trying to break into the kitchen cabinets. He looks at Anh when he's messing with the computer cords, and he looks at Aunt Nguyen when he's heading over to try to climb the stairs. These are just a few examples, he gets into soooooo much more. Man, this kid is lucky he's cute!
That's a First
Tonight during dinner, Jax turned and asked Anh, "Can I go to bed?" WHAT?!?! Quick look out the window to see if pigs are flying! I can't even begin to tell you how out of character that question is for Jax. Oh, and in case you're worried, he doesn't appear to be sick. I think he's just exhausted. Today was water day at school. I guess that could explain it.
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