My dad’s 59th birthday was yesterday. His sister gave him the Brookstone “n.a.p. Comfy,” which is their version of a snuggie (the n.a.p. blankets are awesome; my dad gave me one for Christmas last year). Anyway, he decided to put it on backwards and pretend to be Obi-Wan (natch).
My godmother is directing Ascension Catholic’s production of Tales of Wonder (a one-act play/musical production telling salvation/creation stories). Anyway, we did it when I was 8, and I remember it being fun. There’s a Hawaiian song I used to like, a couple of Spanish songs and I think a Swedish song. I wasn’t able to help with the choreography or anything this time because I’d just had Vera, but we’re going to go and see it this weekend. She sent me some pictures that I thought were neat…
Wes and I are taking Vera to Bass Pro for her first Santa picture tonight. He’s a gun totin’ Santa dressed in camo. We’re not really hunters, but hey, it’s free. After all, we do live in the Sportsman’s Paradise…
Do y’all just sit around eating Viennetta all day? I totally would. We can’t even get it here anymore. :(
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It’s Vera’s 2nd day of daycare today. She got a “great” on her first report card, so I’ll have to frame that one for later - ha ha. Seriously, if she’s anything like me, she’ll be getting Cs in conduct in no time (for talking in class-go figure).
I’m going to pick her up a little early this afternoon so we can go home and decorate the Christmas tree. Woo! I hope she enjoys it as much as I will! My mom says I need blinking lights, so hopefully I still have one pack of lights that has that little blinking insert…
Vera’s and my conversation this morning about daycare (with pictures)!
Picture 1:
Me: Good morning Vera!
V: Good morning Mama!
Picture 2:
V: Playing with you is fun! I’m so happy we get to hang out and play at home all day.
Me: Well, actually baby, Mama has to bring you to school today, so I can go to work.
Picture 3:
V: Say what?
Picture 4:
V: This isn’t so bad…I guess I’ll just pass out!
Ha ha. Seriously though, it wasn’t bad. I woke up at 5:30 to get dressed and get everything packed, and I got Vera up at 6:30 to eat. We left the house for 7:30, and got to school for 7:50. I hung out for about 35 minutes, talking to Ms. Creola and Mrs. Cheryl (I swear they smiled for the picture, but the iPhone shutter is slow, and they’d dropped their smiles by the time it clicked. We’ll have to do a retake this afternoon). Anyway, they were awesome, and I felt very comfortable leaving her there (and I didn’t even cry! Well, ok, I cried on the way, but that doesn’t count). I’ve already called once, and they assured me that she’s doing great. I just miss her so much!!
Vera’s first Thanksgiving! (That’s us with my brothers in the picture above)
We just got back from Vera’s first Thanksgiving in the country. It was great - lots of eating and relaxing. It’s nice to be home though. Click here for the photoset.
If you want to read my Twilight review first, click here.
Ok, so I read the books. She’s a bad writer, but whatevs, I was sucked in. Anyway, we went to see New Moon Sunday night (almost the exact group of girls that went and saw Twilight last year). I am happy to say that it was about 50% less cheesy than Twilight! The silly special effects were toned down, and I’m grateful! Don’t get me wrong, the movie was still delightfully bad, and there were some serious LOL moments (not the intention of the director, I’m sure), but I think it was pretty good. Almost exactly like the book, and I love when movies are able to do that.
That’s all I have to say. I know this isn’t a very detailed review, but we snuck wine into the theater, (as if we needed to feel any more juvenile) so my memory’s a little foggy.
Oh, and Kia, I am with you on the Taylor Lautner thing. Srsly - (and I know I never speak this way [and, this is creepy bc he’s 17], but) holy crap, what a body! He almost had me converted to “team Jacob”…almost. Oh, sharkboy…
P.S. Taylor Lautner is the ONLY MAN for whom it’s ok to wear jorts.
Technically, I guess, they don’t; it takes some work:
You’ll enter into the line like any other joe sixpack, then explain you’d like to buy some carrot souffle to take home. There will be several iterations of saying, “No, put away the to-go carrier, I want a tray of it. No, put away the pre-packaged container of it. I need an entire tray, actually, two of them. Frozen.”
At this point the buffet line will come to a halt, as all of the…waitresses? baristas? sandwich artists? ice cream scoop operators? will stop serving “some of that” and turn towards you. They’ll realize you want it by the pound. And they’ll judge. Sometimes, the nice old man in the USS ALABAMA mesh trucker hat will also turn. And disapprove. I can only assume that he’s thinking, “this isn’t what I fought for!”
Finally, you’ll ask for the manager, who, like a used car salesman, will flip his tie over his short sleeved dress shirt and produce a large-button, large-display solar calculator from thin air.
After some fervant mashing with the eraser-end of a chewed up pencil, he’ll motion for someone to bring out two frozen logs, and then you’ll pay whatever he whispers to the clerk.
I like to add a handful of Andes mints, too. It’s the one time where there’s a chance they won’t assume you’re going to eat them all yourself, since you’re obviously purchasing for a group. But they’d be wrong!
-Chad, in the comments from this post
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Nice. I think you’ve captured the experience perfectly. I’ll have to try this next year.
P.S. I don’t know which Piccadilly you frequent, but two of the ones in BR have stopped carrying Andes mints (despite the comment cards I’ve filled out and my conversations with their managers).
We have an Edward Cullen look-a-like at work. He’s in the training class, so I went down there yesterday to meet him. He worked the premiere at one of the movie theaters here, and I got a kick out of these pictures and asked if he’d send them to me. Pretty funny.
Vera’s Baptism was Sunday. It went better than expected. I was nervous at first, because she didn’t go along with my special event feeding schedule (we had to be at church 30 minutes earlier than usual) but I brought a bottle, and things worked out. She was awake the entire time, and never cried. She just started, wide-eyed when the priest poured the water on her head, and then again when she had her Lion King moment. We had a party at the house afterwards. I don’t have any pictures of that here (and my mom had some trouble with my camera, so it was slim pickings for ceremony pictures, but I know my dad got some good ones, which I’ll post after Thanksgiving).
I am making this for Thanksgiving - can’t wait!!
Piccadilly’s Carrot Souffle
So, Woman’s Hospital called me today and they want to do one more photo shoot for their annual report. It will be Wes, Vera, my mom (random!) and me, and they want to shoot several poses, but she specifically sent this as something she had in mind - ha! Not sure how that’s going to work with Baby V, but we’ll see. Anyway, it’s December 8th; I’ll keep you posted.
