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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Ana Has Some Exciting News To Share...

Given that my girl is not very good at posing for pictures - correction - she is good at posing, she's just not good at posing in any sort of position that we can use - I have included 3 photos in the hopes that you can make out what she is trying to say. If not, scroll to the bottom for the Cliff's Notes.

Ana, how many babies are we having?



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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Taking A Couple of Weeks Off

There's some stuff brewing around here that is making it hard for me to keep up with the blog. I'll be back in a couple of weeks max with an update...

Hmmm... reading back that sounds rather mysterious... I like sounding mysterious.... Stay tuned, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh... (Count Dracula voice)

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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Checking Out Until Friday

I am taking a much needed getaway trip with Daddy so that I can remember that his real name is Scott. "See" you all Friday!

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Friday, April 8, 2011

I Am A Moving Target

This post has nothing to do with Ana. I managed to do this one all on my own.

Remember how I got pulled over for a speeding ticket a few weeks back? Well, I went to the police department, paid for my ticket, and signed a paper saying that I would not get another speeding ticket for 90 days, which would allow me to take defensive driving yet again (also got a ticket last fall). 4 years in Pittsburgh, no tickets. 1 year in Austin, 3.

Today I was leaving our neighborhood and heading to pick Ana up from preschool. I have been super careful of my speed since the last ticket and was relieved that I wasn't speeding when I passed a cop car just around the corner from our house. Heading up the main street out of the neighborhood, I then passed two motorcycle cops heading the other way. Not much farther past them I saw a sheriff's car. Mind you, it takes me about 4 or so minutes - max - to get out of our neighborhood, so methinks we are being targeted.

Passed all of those potential ticket givers and was very pleased that I hadn't been speeding. I then see the two motorcycle cops turn on their lights, pull a U-turn, and head my way. I figured something was going on and they were on their way to some big accident. I thought nothing when they motioned me and the car in front of me to the side so they could go around us. Only they didn't.

Picture this: A silver Porsche and I are stopped at the entrance to the neighborhood - at the stop sign that practically everyone in the neighborhood stops at to go any other direction. We are also right next to the park which is jam packed with kids and moms. Kids who start flocking over to watch the fun. The order is: Porsche, motorcycle cop, me, motorcycle cop. Of course, lights are still flashing.

Apparently both I and the Porsche had expired inspection stickers, which is what made it worth their while to turn around - they got two at the same time. Only the Porsche didn't actually have an expired ticket. So, he got to leave.

Picture this: motorcycle cop, me, motorcycle cop. At the main entrance to the neighborhood. Next to the chock-filled park. At this point, being surrounded, it looked like I must have done something terrible to warrant two cops pulling me over and pinning me in.

The drama of giving me a ticket was over, only I still couldn't leave because the cops were standing against the park fence handing out stickers to all of the kids. One mom even got out her camera and took a picture. I'm thinking it shows me in the background. Lovely.

I cannot make this stuff up. That was my morning. Good news is I am no longer in my early twenties, so I did not turn into a embarrassed, beet-red-faced person. Maybe it's not the age thing. Maybe it's that I am no longer surprised when this stuff happens with me. Instead I had a laugh at my own expense and drove on to pick up Ana. Slowly. And with my ticket on the dash in case I got pulled over yet again for my expired inspection sticker.

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Thursday, April 7, 2011

Lady Gaga

Ana heard Lady Gaga's Pokerface song on TV and seems to have misunderstood the lyrics. She now thinks that Lady Gaga is not kind and a meanie mean.

Original lyrics:

P-p-p-poker face, P-p-p-poker face
(Muh muh muh mah)
P-p-p-poker face, P-p-p-poker face
(Muh muh muh mah)

Ana's lyrics:

P-p-p-poke her face, P-p-p-poke her face
Muh muh muh mah)
P-p-p-poke her face, P-p-p-poke her face
Muh muh muh mah)

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

There's No Place Like Home...

Unless it's our house, apparently. Maybe we're not fun anymore. Maybe I've been trying to feed Ana one too many vegetables. Either way, we are getting several requests a day to be someone else's house. Here was my favorite:

Daddy, you pretend that you are Uncie Jason and Mommy is Auntie Ashy, okay?

Okay, but Mommy's in the potty, Ana.

(calling out) Mommy? Can you pretend that you're Auntie Ashy in the potty?

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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Our Newest Friend...

My Lady was trapped with two mosquitos in the car today, a stressful experience for her. They were easily shooed out the window, but not so easily out of her head. She has a pretty cool coping technique, though - she makes up strories about the things that scare her.

So, we now have a new imaginary friend - Mosca the mosquito. She sat on Ana's hand for the whole car ride and was actually able to have conversations, such as a lengthy discussion on what Mosca would like to wear for Halloween. A princess costume in case you were wondering.

I think this is brilliant and I am going to start trying it for myself: Needlie the needle, how are you today? And what would you like to be for Halloween? Freddy Kreuger? Oh noooo... I don't think that is a good choice. How about a nice fluffy bunny?

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Monday, April 4, 2011

Words of Tenderness?

Scott, Ging-a-Ling, and I took Ana to see the new Easter Bunny movie - Hop - on Saturday. Ana thought it was a hoot and we all thought it was a hoot to hear her crack up so much.

Partway through the movie, Ana leaned her face over to me and started nuzzling me and stroking my cheek with her hand. Of course I was in Heaven. She then proceeded to break the spell:

Mommy, can you smell my toot?

The answer was yes, yes I definitely could smell her toot.

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Slumber Party

Ana has misunderstood something and I don't think I'm going to correct her - maybe not ever.

Here are a couple of definitions for you:

Slumber party - when one or more people spend the night at the host/hostess' house, all sleeping together in one room/bed/etc.

Ana's definition of slumber party - when someone sleeps over at your house, in a different room, and you sleep in your own bed.

At this point, Ana's had around 7 slumber parties and she couldn't be more thrilled. Bedtime goes about like this:

Ana, time for bed now.


(her grandmother who is staying with us right now) are you going to have a slumber party with me?

Um, yes.

You will sleep in the downstairs room?


Okay! That's a fun slumber party! Goodnight!

I don't have to deal with pantry raids in the middle of the night, giggle fests, "Light as a feather, stiff as a board", or trying to freeze someone's panties overnight. I like this slumber party thing.

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Friday, April 1, 2011

Worm Teeth

I am not a stupid person, but Ana came up with a question that I couldn't truthfully answer. Thank God for the Internet - I told her we would look it up today and she asked if we could watch a "Tube Movie" about it (You Tube).

I had just pointed out a picture of a worm in an apple in one of her storybooks and was telling her that worms like to eat apples - some day she might even see a worm in an apple!

Yes, but how do they eat them? Do they have sharp pointy teeth or just little pearly teeth?

... I'm am pretty darn positive that worms don't have teeth. That is a good question, Ana. How do they eat the apple, because they can get pretty far in there?

I was asking you.

Yes...yes you were.

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