Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Frustrated
Nathaniel is to stay in his seat and ask to be excused if he wishes to leave the dinner table. After several re-directions to sit, I gave the Mommy Ultimatum: 'If it happens one more time..." Thirty seconds later, he danced around the room and I had to follow through and place him in his booster with the seat belt. He shrieked hysterically for a minute or two, then sat in a stony momentary silence. He broke this reticence by folding his arms and bellowing crossly, "I'M . . . FWUH-STUH-WATED!"
He went on to explain his grievance in detail, and concluded by adding, "I'm bery, bery fwuhstuhwated, Mommy." I suppressed the urge to laugh long enough to grab my cell phone. By the time I recorded him, Nathaniel had settled down quite a bit and you can actually see him now hiding a grin and hamming it up:
He went on to explain his grievance in detail, and concluded by adding, "I'm bery, bery fwuhstuhwated, Mommy." I suppressed the urge to laugh long enough to grab my cell phone. By the time I recorded him, Nathaniel had settled down quite a bit and you can actually see him now hiding a grin and hamming it up:
I love his little "uh huh" at the end.
Now his little brother Aidan George can't tell me he's frustrated, or even that he's fwuhstuhwated. However, a good mother can always decipher her 13-month-old's emotional state. As such, I intuitively knew he was feeling frustrated tonight, as well. Watch carefully, and see if you can discern his subtle clues:
Now his little brother Aidan George can't tell me he's frustrated, or even that he's fwuhstuhwated. However, a good mother can always decipher her 13-month-old's emotional state. As such, I intuitively knew he was feeling frustrated tonight, as well. Watch carefully, and see if you can discern his subtle clues:
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Three great games, three happy guys.
The last three weeks have been good news for our Gamecocks:
Our Gamecocks are now ranked #22. A hard game against #3 Alabama looms:
- Win: (9/24) a huge upset against #4 Ole Miss (16-10)
- Win: (10/3) expected against South Carolina State (38-14)
- Win: (10/10) a hard-fought one against Kentucky (28-26)
Our Gamecocks are now ranked #22. A hard game against #3 Alabama looms:
The Birthday Party Curse
The fact that there is a bad-luck curse plaguing all birthday parties I throw is now simply a well-established truism with all who know me. It all started with Nathaniel's first birthday.
Sam's club makes a delicious cake, and they screened a photo of his face in icing on it and everything - but his name was spelled wrong. I'd pointed it out to the woman, who disappeared in the back for ten minutes, only to return with the paperwork I'd filled out. She looked at the paperwork, looked at the cake, looked at the paperwork, looked at the cake, looked at the paperwork...Woman - you spelled my son's name wrong - just trust me. They fixed it, but I was late arriving to Nathaniel's first birthday party - with the guest of honor in tow.
Then, there was Nathaniel's second birthday. I had all of the matching Thomas the Tank Engine napkins, plates, party favors, etc. all neatly packed in a bag. . . and left them on the dining room table. It was a 40 minute round-trip to retrieve them.
Nathaniel's third birthday went off relatively curse-free, other than the fact that almost everyone was out of town and few could attend. As such, few were there to actually witness the successful party.
The curse could not go unchallenged twice in a row, and Corey apparently felt the need to carry the torch on for Aidan. In his rush to set up the table with food for the party, he tried to move the table by himself. The two legs on the opposite side from him snapped . . . and there we were without a table. One hour into a two hour party, Corey and my father were still on the floor with the table drilling and gluing it together. We got it ready just in time to have cake - clearly Aidan's favorite part:
Sam's club makes a delicious cake, and they screened a photo of his face in icing on it and everything - but his name was spelled wrong. I'd pointed it out to the woman, who disappeared in the back for ten minutes, only to return with the paperwork I'd filled out. She looked at the paperwork, looked at the cake, looked at the paperwork, looked at the cake, looked at the paperwork...Woman - you spelled my son's name wrong - just trust me. They fixed it, but I was late arriving to Nathaniel's first birthday party - with the guest of honor in tow.
Then, there was Nathaniel's second birthday. I had all of the matching Thomas the Tank Engine napkins, plates, party favors, etc. all neatly packed in a bag. . . and left them on the dining room table. It was a 40 minute round-trip to retrieve them.
Nathaniel's third birthday went off relatively curse-free, other than the fact that almost everyone was out of town and few could attend. As such, few were there to actually witness the successful party.
The curse could not go unchallenged twice in a row, and Corey apparently felt the need to carry the torch on for Aidan. In his rush to set up the table with food for the party, he tried to move the table by himself. The two legs on the opposite side from him snapped . . . and there we were without a table. One hour into a two hour party, Corey and my father were still on the floor with the table drilling and gluing it together. We got it ready just in time to have cake - clearly Aidan's favorite part:
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