Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
every once in awhile i stop to read the titles of the emails i receive in my spam box which is quite amusing. up until yesterday, the favorite title was "dirty flea bitten hookers" which i found hilarious, but last night i found a new contender. it said, "read this if you're fat". not as graphic, but still funny.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
so, fringe. anybody watch the season premier? don't worry, i'll totally ruin it for you.
because that season premier just may have ruined the show for me.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
it was a loooong day. and i was going to get ava into bed if it killed me. we began with the teeth brushing, moved onto the overnight diaper (i asked, "do you need to go potty before we put this on?" ava replied, "no!" with extra sugar on top), read two stories, avoided being roped into reading two more, sang some songs, said some prayers, climbed into bed, snuggled with sixteen stuffed animals, discussed the day's events and, just when i was about to turn off the light and skip down the hallway, ava said, "mom? i have to go to the bathroom."
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
"WHAT IS THAT? WHERE DID YOU GET IT? WHERE'S MINE? CAN I HAVE ONE? GIVE ME ANOTHER LICK!!!" and then he was jumping and clawing and attacking ava ferociously and then she was screaming.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
this is going to be a long one. i just wanted you to recognize that before you committed to reading this post that really only serves as a journal entry and is neither interesting or funny. consider yourself warned.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
ava is three now. and i have to admit, that i am greatly surprised to see the amount of change that has occurred in the little bit overnight. one might say that her flair for the dramatic has, uh, increased. suddenly, ava will straighten in her chair as though possessed and exclaim with great feeling, "I will NEVER see her again! NEVER!" and then dramatically stomp out of the room, flinging herself through the doorway. it is impressive.
it seems to me that these changes should occur more gradually, that i should be noticing her flair for eloquent paragraphs emerge. instead it seems as though she goes to bed stating simply what she needs at that moment, or what she observes and waking with a story or two to tell, a request to make and a plea for a kitten (included in this plea was a "please, daddy? pleeaaassseee?" so sweet it nearly broke our hearts to hear it. somehow, SOMEHOW ryan's spine was intact at the end of this and he managed a, "we'll talk about this later". to him i say, well done. and also, can we, ryan? can we have a kitten? oh please?)