Okay, here's a video that Oo and I just recorded from our laptop. Let's see if you're able to view it...
Monday, March 23, 2009
Fortune Cookies
Have you ever played that game with your Chinese fortune cookies? You know, the one where you add the words "in bed" to the end of every fortune you read? For example, "You will come into a great fortune... in bed." Or "You will meet lots of new friends... in bed." Or "You will live a very lucky life... in bed."
Immature, I know. But that game is a pretty accurate analogy to how I've been spending my time during the past 5 days. In bed. Following some minor surgery (which most of you know about), I am on roughly two weeks of bed rest to heal.
The bad news is that I'm unable to snuggle with the kids b/c they both have the flu. (Poor T has a very nasty case of it, complete with lots of coughing and two ear infections to boot.) I'm basically quarantined b/c I can't risk getting the flu for fear that I too start coughing, and end up coughing my stitches out. The good news, I guess, is that it's giving me time to catch up on my blogging.
I've just added several post-dated blog entries today. Be sure to check them out:
Two for T - January 21
Cabin Fever - February 5
The Meowing Dog - February 10
Letter Obsession - February 21
I also have time to add some random cute pics of the kids, so check these out as well:
My next project is to add video to the blog. Lord knows I have plenty of fun video of the kids to share with you!
Immature, I know. But that game is a pretty accurate analogy to how I've been spending my time during the past 5 days. In bed. Following some minor surgery (which most of you know about), I am on roughly two weeks of bed rest to heal.
The bad news is that I'm unable to snuggle with the kids b/c they both have the flu. (Poor T has a very nasty case of it, complete with lots of coughing and two ear infections to boot.) I'm basically quarantined b/c I can't risk getting the flu for fear that I too start coughing, and end up coughing my stitches out. The good news, I guess, is that it's giving me time to catch up on my blogging.
I've just added several post-dated blog entries today. Be sure to check them out:
Two for T - January 21
Cabin Fever - February 5
The Meowing Dog - February 10
Letter Obsession - February 21
I also have time to add some random cute pics of the kids, so check these out as well:
My next project is to add video to the blog. Lord knows I have plenty of fun video of the kids to share with you!
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Pony Tale
Sometime last fall, Oo decided she wanted to have long hair so that she could wear it in a braid. So in love with her short, bobbed hair, I reluctantly agreed to growing it out. It's a decision I don't regret because 1) it gives her some automony over her appearance, and 2) the longer hair frames her round face quite nicely.
But despite that the end goal has always been a braid, Oo has vehemently protested every attempt to put a rubber band in her hair. Of course she protests with her usual "flair," recoiling in fear and screaming "Ouch! Ouch! Ow-wah-ow-wah-OUCH!" the moment she sees me holding a rubber band and comb.
Yesterday, however, was different. I quietly, subtly suggested a pony tail, approaching her slowly, calmly, hands in sight to show I mean no harm, yet nonchalant so as to not create suspicion -- like one might approach a horse in the wild.
And it worked! I was able to rope that pony with a baby-pink terry cloth rubber band. Nothing fancy. Just a simple, messy pony tail. But, man, Oo and I were both thrilled and proud!
T was thrilled too, to see Oo's new do. He gave Oo lots of hugs. But it soon became apparent that his hugs were a means of getting close enough to pull the pony tail out. After the drama that ensued from T absconding with the pink band, I gave T a new hair accessory of his own to tug. He left it in his hair all day (and got a little ticked when I took it out at nap time).
But despite that the end goal has always been a braid, Oo has vehemently protested every attempt to put a rubber band in her hair. Of course she protests with her usual "flair," recoiling in fear and screaming "Ouch! Ouch! Ow-wah-ow-wah-OUCH!" the moment she sees me holding a rubber band and comb.
Yesterday, however, was different. I quietly, subtly suggested a pony tail, approaching her slowly, calmly, hands in sight to show I mean no harm, yet nonchalant so as to not create suspicion -- like one might approach a horse in the wild.
And it worked! I was able to rope that pony with a baby-pink terry cloth rubber band. Nothing fancy. Just a simple, messy pony tail. But, man, Oo and I were both thrilled and proud!
T was thrilled too, to see Oo's new do. He gave Oo lots of hugs. But it soon became apparent that his hugs were a means of getting close enough to pull the pony tail out. After the drama that ensued from T absconding with the pink band, I gave T a new hair accessory of his own to tug. He left it in his hair all day (and got a little ticked when I took it out at nap time).
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