11 September 2011
08 September 2011
Hawaiian prayer
Ambrose learned a little Hawaiian prayer at preschool that they do everyday before they eat their lunches.
Lately he insists on doing it every night before we eat our dinner.
It's pretty funny.
And cute.
He made a video of himself singing the prayer while Asher babbled away in the background and I made my bed (sort of).
Enjoy.
Why is he always shirtless with foodstuffs on his face? All part of being 4 I guess. It's a good look for him really.
Lately he insists on doing it every night before we eat our dinner.
It's pretty funny.
And cute.
He made a video of himself singing the prayer while Asher babbled away in the background and I made my bed (sort of).
Enjoy.
Why is he always shirtless with foodstuffs on his face? All part of being 4 I guess. It's a good look for him really.
07 September 2011
06 September 2011
05 September 2011
An army of little boys!
We had a baby shower here on Friday for my friend Katie who had her baby today... on labor day. HA!
Now she's the proud Mama of three little boys. I'll admit that when she told me she was having another little boy I thought- Man, that's probably gonna happen to me... which is ridiculous because I've been pretty baby hungry with all the friends I've got popping out babies right now. I would take three more little boys in addition to the wild men I already have in a heartbeat!
Ahhh, nothing like a new baby. Nothing.
And we know what to do with cute little boys around here, that's for sure!
I love my army of little boys. Present and future. All in good time. :)
Now she's the proud Mama of three little boys. I'll admit that when she told me she was having another little boy I thought- Man, that's probably gonna happen to me... which is ridiculous because I've been pretty baby hungry with all the friends I've got popping out babies right now. I would take three more little boys in addition to the wild men I already have in a heartbeat!
Ahhh, nothing like a new baby. Nothing.
And we know what to do with cute little boys around here, that's for sure!
I love my army of little boys. Present and future. All in good time. :)
04 September 2011
My bloody knee
Wanna see it? I swear it was a lot bloodier in my mind. Like gushing everywhere. Emily, you are funny. Ready for another run?
02 September 2011
This week on Instagram
A+A=BFF
Cheeky child.
Homemade lightsabers. We have made like 14 varieties of them. Our how-to pamphlet will be distributed Fall 2082. Look for it.
This is what Asher does when Ambrose is at school.
Ambrose really gets into his homework.
Mall rats.
Ambrose: "Oh look Mama, it's Jeff Tweedy!" Me: "No, that's Elvis." Ambrose: "Who?" Me: "A guy named Elvis." Ambrose: (all offended) "That is NOT a boy name."
Cheeky child.
Homemade lightsabers. We have made like 14 varieties of them. Our how-to pamphlet will be distributed Fall 2082. Look for it.
This is what Asher does when Ambrose is at school.
Ambrose really gets into his homework.
Mall rats.
Ambrose: "Oh look Mama, it's Jeff Tweedy!" Me: "No, that's Elvis." Ambrose: "Who?" Me: "A guy named Elvis." Ambrose: (all offended) "That is NOT a boy name."
01 September 2011
First day of school
Now that I've alienated everyone who uses Facebook (which means everyone but my mom!) let's move on to some first day of preschool pics I just got off Thomas' camera. This boy loves school and was so excited.
Ash is jealous everyday and it's a big scene when I go to pick Ambrose up because Asher runs straight back to the cool play area
and has to be dragged out kicking and screaming with an arched back like a brand new baby. I love these crazy boys.
Ash is jealous everyday and it's a big scene when I go to pick Ambrose up because Asher runs straight back to the cool play area
and has to be dragged out kicking and screaming with an arched back like a brand new baby. I love these crazy boys.
31 August 2011
Happy horizon
Just some jumbly happy thoughts I wanted to get down about life right now:
I just have today and Friday and then First Term is done! I will miss a bunch of gems from this Term. So many cool, focused students, but sayonara to the schedule! Adios!
The ankle is doing pretty great and when I wake up aching aching at 5AM I have the sweetest, fastest, most understanding caretaker sleeping right by my side to fetch 800mgs of Ibuprofen, water, a piece of bread- whatever. His good nature and concern hasn't worn off yet. Good man.
My kids have been impressing me like crazy with all this ankle business. The day that it all happened, I was laying on my bed with little pathetic tears rolling down my face— willing two hours to go by faster until I could get myself to the doctors— and Ambrose took care of me and Asher like he was 15 or something.
Maybe even more considerately than a 15-year-old would. Wow. The boys can come through in a pinch. Now we know.
We've got some cool, creative goals going on around here that have me inspired to read more, be patient, practice, train my eye, and give.
I am also loving my daily dose of Asher time now that Ambrose has preschool every week day from 7:45-11:30. It's fun to focus on Asher.
We went to help at Ambrose's school last week and I kept feeling rushes of good, warm feelings that he is in the right place and growing and thriving. Having Ambrose in school has looped us into the endless wheel of school now. 
The kids will never be the same from here on out. Our days and nights seem shorter, which could be sad and busy, but it feels like we have even more purpose and direction. I always plan to be very involved in my kid's education so I will be back to help in the classroom again and again.
I read this article that I can't find at the moment, about the Internet making it too possible for everyone to make their lives look so fantastic all the time- thus causing an "I'm missing out" fear amongst everyone who is not involved in exactly what is being posted. This was interesting to me and I felt like it was true. I rarely check Facebook anyway, because it seems highly artificial to me. People posting how great they are, their life is, what they are doing is the most fun...etc. all to accomplish what goal? We don't create scrapbooks from our Facebook posts so it's not like it's for posterity's sake. It's like one, big brag book being sent into the universe so that everyone else can instantly "Like" whatever fleeting whim their "friends" are projecting about themselves at the moment. Haha, now I am just sounding like the article too! I do think Facebook is great at getting the word out on events or general announcements and is a good way to find long, lost relatives or friends, but that's about it for me. The "happy horizon" on this is that I just check Facebook if someone sends me something on there now. In that way Facebook is a good thing for me and not a time-waster or something that makes me feel like I'm missing out or comparing myself to anyone else. If I think about all the hours I have wasted scrolling down my Facebook status updates when I could have been playing with my kids or reading or doing ANYTHING else it makes me a little sad. Reading about the oatmeal someone just ate, the cryptic emotional updates people are dying for follow-up questions on, etc.... sure hasn't gotten me anywhere. Just my personal preference. Rant done. :)
Jumbly post done too. I think this will be funny to read in years to come. My kids will be like "Facebook"? as they read this on the laser screens projected from their eyeballs, "What's a book?"
Ok, bye.
I just have today and Friday and then First Term is done! I will miss a bunch of gems from this Term. So many cool, focused students, but sayonara to the schedule! Adios!
The ankle is doing pretty great and when I wake up aching aching at 5AM I have the sweetest, fastest, most understanding caretaker sleeping right by my side to fetch 800mgs of Ibuprofen, water, a piece of bread- whatever. His good nature and concern hasn't worn off yet. Good man.
My kids have been impressing me like crazy with all this ankle business. The day that it all happened, I was laying on my bed with little pathetic tears rolling down my face— willing two hours to go by faster until I could get myself to the doctors— and Ambrose took care of me and Asher like he was 15 or something.
Maybe even more considerately than a 15-year-old would. Wow. The boys can come through in a pinch. Now we know.
We've got some cool, creative goals going on around here that have me inspired to read more, be patient, practice, train my eye, and give.
I am also loving my daily dose of Asher time now that Ambrose has preschool every week day from 7:45-11:30. It's fun to focus on Asher.
We went to help at Ambrose's school last week and I kept feeling rushes of good, warm feelings that he is in the right place and growing and thriving. Having Ambrose in school has looped us into the endless wheel of school now. 
The kids will never be the same from here on out. Our days and nights seem shorter, which could be sad and busy, but it feels like we have even more purpose and direction. I always plan to be very involved in my kid's education so I will be back to help in the classroom again and again.
I read this article that I can't find at the moment, about the Internet making it too possible for everyone to make their lives look so fantastic all the time- thus causing an "I'm missing out" fear amongst everyone who is not involved in exactly what is being posted. This was interesting to me and I felt like it was true. I rarely check Facebook anyway, because it seems highly artificial to me. People posting how great they are, their life is, what they are doing is the most fun...etc. all to accomplish what goal? We don't create scrapbooks from our Facebook posts so it's not like it's for posterity's sake. It's like one, big brag book being sent into the universe so that everyone else can instantly "Like" whatever fleeting whim their "friends" are projecting about themselves at the moment. Haha, now I am just sounding like the article too! I do think Facebook is great at getting the word out on events or general announcements and is a good way to find long, lost relatives or friends, but that's about it for me. The "happy horizon" on this is that I just check Facebook if someone sends me something on there now. In that way Facebook is a good thing for me and not a time-waster or something that makes me feel like I'm missing out or comparing myself to anyone else. If I think about all the hours I have wasted scrolling down my Facebook status updates when I could have been playing with my kids or reading or doing ANYTHING else it makes me a little sad. Reading about the oatmeal someone just ate, the cryptic emotional updates people are dying for follow-up questions on, etc.... sure hasn't gotten me anywhere. Just my personal preference. Rant done. :)
Jumbly post done too. I think this will be funny to read in years to come. My kids will be like "Facebook"? as they read this on the laser screens projected from their eyeballs, "What's a book?"
Ok, bye.
30 August 2011
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Ambrose brought this home from school today.
It says: "This is my mom resting in bed with her cast on her broken foot."
Hilarious!
I didn't break my foot and I don't have a cast, but I did sprain my ankle on the bike path yesterday and I didn't realize it until hours later. I'm all wrapped up in one of those lovely ace bandages. Ambrose finds the whole thing very impressive and amusing. Last night he poked his delighted face into my bedroom twice and beamed, "Mama, how are you liking laying around and doing nothing?"
How embarrassing.
My regular physician sent me to the ER since I couldn't bare weight on my foot long enough to drive to her office in Haleiwa where she doesn't have an X-ray machine anyway- the ER by my house does. The ER doc was someone I have never seen before and he was condescending, rude, impatient and any other words I can think of to describe him are just not lady-like so call me if you want to hear them and I'll be happy to vent.
I came home feeling dumb, but relieved that I would only have to put my foot up for about three days instead of having to lug around a cast for a few weeks.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something though because on Friday I was cutting lettuce to portion out into ziplocs when tragedy struck... or sliced rather. I was trying to do this. Instead of expertly chopping those greens, I foolishly sliced my thumb... almost clear off. Thomas is always befuddled by my lack of knife skills. We can't all be eagle scouts I guess.... or just smart with cutlery.
Anyway, I called a friend from campus on Monday before I headed to the ER to get her help in arranging something for my classes that day and after detailing all my klutziness in regards to the jogging and the salad we were both in near tears laughing as I lamented, "Do you think the universe is trying to tell me something?"
"Yes!" she said, "Stop running and slicing vegetables and go back to eating chocolate and watching TV!"
Deal.
It says: "This is my mom resting in bed with her cast on her broken foot."
Hilarious!
I didn't break my foot and I don't have a cast, but I did sprain my ankle on the bike path yesterday and I didn't realize it until hours later. I'm all wrapped up in one of those lovely ace bandages. Ambrose finds the whole thing very impressive and amusing. Last night he poked his delighted face into my bedroom twice and beamed, "Mama, how are you liking laying around and doing nothing?"
How embarrassing.
My regular physician sent me to the ER since I couldn't bare weight on my foot long enough to drive to her office in Haleiwa where she doesn't have an X-ray machine anyway- the ER by my house does. The ER doc was someone I have never seen before and he was condescending, rude, impatient and any other words I can think of to describe him are just not lady-like so call me if you want to hear them and I'll be happy to vent.
I came home feeling dumb, but relieved that I would only have to put my foot up for about three days instead of having to lug around a cast for a few weeks.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something though because on Friday I was cutting lettuce to portion out into ziplocs when tragedy struck... or sliced rather. I was trying to do this. Instead of expertly chopping those greens, I foolishly sliced my thumb... almost clear off. Thomas is always befuddled by my lack of knife skills. We can't all be eagle scouts I guess.... or just smart with cutlery.
Anyway, I called a friend from campus on Monday before I headed to the ER to get her help in arranging something for my classes that day and after detailing all my klutziness in regards to the jogging and the salad we were both in near tears laughing as I lamented, "Do you think the universe is trying to tell me something?"
"Yes!" she said, "Stop running and slicing vegetables and go back to eating chocolate and watching TV!"
Deal.
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