I did these profiles for a friend. They turned out really rather cute. I think I am going to have to do them for my little guy. Perhaps I will hang one in his room.
They would make rather cute Mother's Day presents.
Gentry got a new bed this week. He started hopping out of his crib in the morning. I figured it was time. He is 3 1/2. We had to switch his room with the office. I really like the result though. The light comes pouring in his room in the afternoon and really lights up the tent and the bright colors are so cute in here.
I am considering moving in with him. It feels so nice in his room.
He is really proud of his new bed. I thought he would be sleeping on the bottom bunk, but he will have nothing to do with it. He is the king of the bunk bed, and he still calls us in the morning to let us know to come and get him. He can get in and out of his bed all day long, but in the morning he needs some good cuddling. Which I don't mind dispersing.
JJ's company, Control4 is going to be on Oprah today.
They are shown in the opening credits, then shown after the second commercial break in background (they're looking at wallpaper on either side of a mock fireplace that has a plasma, HC-300 and iPort) around 28 minutes in. You see the HC-300 and iPort as they pan across the screen.
The segment starts around 36 minutes in...they show a home of the future in Portland.
They are on at 39 minutes and Oprah and Nate interact with their 10.5 inch screen. They show lights in the background, music playlists and IP cameras. The segment is only about 2 minutes long, but very exciting. They are mentioned a few times with them saying the system start at $700...which amazes Oprah.
Also, they feature them on Oprah.com...On the tab for today's show...under High Tech Gadgets for your home. They show pictures in the slide show then there's a Where to Find products link at the bottom of the page. It shows them under High-Tech Products.
I have monthly migraines it seems, which is pretty much a nice side dish to the main dish of a cough. I finally called the doctor yesterday and begged for an anti-biotic to help get rid of the mucus cough. The migraines will pass for a few weeks. For now I am lying here watching all our kid movies with an ice pack on my head. I am trying to figure out how to permanently attach it to my head so I can get something done.
Where do I get migraines and how do I get rid of them?
One hour and 20 before midnight and I am feeling a bit...
I don't know. Uninterested in the lesson I have to give in church tomorrow. Egad. How am I supposed to teach something that makes no sense to me. And I didn't start reading or studying this a month in advance because...
I don't do that sort of thing. I have other things to do, like paint walls and eat doritos.
I called JJ downstairs and asked for help. He came down got a cheese stick, warmed it up for 10 seconds with the wrapper on and skipped happily back upstairs. Almost like the only reason I called him down was to try my new cheese stick discovery.
And now I have one hour 17 minutes until midnight and the brain heads into hibernation. Man. I wish I was good at throwing these lessons together in a way that teenagers would like to listen. How do you entertain teens with church info? They are far more interested in prom, text messaging, and matching prom outfits.
Also, somehow while painting, I got paint in my bangs. Now it appears that I have had a sudden infestation of gray. And that nagging cough. I think the gray and coughing fits will really entertain the teens.
Maybe I should just bring a pinata. Or possibly just baseball bats. That would really keep the kiddies happy. And possibly ham sandwiches.
I made freezer jam today, I am so proud. My mother in law makes it and I always inhale it when I am up at her house. I thought I would make my own to breath in. It is strawberry/blackberry. The blackberries shot little purple spots all over the kitchen.
The jam is so pretty in their little bottles I waited all afternoon for the sun to come in my front windows so that I could take pretty pictures of it glowing like jewels.
I emailed this to my friend in Texas the other day:
The Hair! I am watching the news and they are talking about that FLDS compound in Texas. They asked them why they did their hair that way and they basically said the higher you can get the bump the more righteous you are.
The taller the hair, the closer to God.
jj and I both looked at each other and started laughing.
But seriously, that is a sad situation.
She replied: Girrrrl I just saw a clip of a Larry King Live report on the FLDS folks. And yes, I will say they be sportin' some MAJOR HOLY HAIR!!!!!
And the wheezing continues now accompanied with a lovely and embarrassing cough. I think a doctors visit is in order, especially now that Gentry has picked up the cough.
I called a friend yesterday who's children had RSV over the winter. She informed me her baby had RSV while her two sons and walking pneumonia, a bad cough that will not go away. That sounds familiar. So after a week of hacking, hanging out with about to deliver mothers, babies and neighbors all of whom I am sure I have infected I have slightly quarantined myself and applied the guilt of being an infectious bad person.
I hope this is something doctors can cure, cause I hate shelling out the cash to be told it is nothing and to drink lots of water.
Wheezy |(h)weezee| is an asthmatic squeeze penguin with a red bow tie, whom Woody rescued from a yard sale. Or Makayla. Mommie of one. Spouse to a hot skinny one. Has a hard time scaling stairs without becoming winded.
Last night all of us got very little sleep. JJ came to bed at 2. Gentry woke up crying at 3, so he came and slept/snored with us. JJ put him back in bed at 4. He woke up crying again at 5 and spent the rest of the night curled up with me. We eventually woke up at 9 when JJ left and opened our loud scary monster garage door.
You can really tell the lack of sleep on Gentry. He is messy and lies and cannot hear me talking directly to him. I think today will be a good day for a nap. Cross your fingers.
All members of my household have been potty trained for quite some time now. I would say months. Which really is an accomplishment, being I really didn't want to put any time or effort into it and stress myself out. Which would result in my son hating me, running away, shooting up heroine, and writing tell all books about his ordeal in my house. Who's to say that won't happen anyway.
Back to the potty training. When you are male, there are two ways to use the rest room. Options. Choices. I taught him to sit and go for all purposes. But he eventually realized that dad stands up and he wants to too. So when he announces he needs to go potty, he also adds insightfully, "I will sit." Or, "I will stand, like dad." And that is where the dread sets in.
Now, I try to help him. I have put chips in the toilet to aim at. I really don't understand how this is not working. How can things be pointed down and be shooting up three feet in the air. Or hitting the back wall of the bathroom. Or only peeing in the left side corner, while aiming at the toilet. Basically coating all objects around and behind the toilet.
Also, there are about seventeen false stops. "I am done." Back away from the toilet. Resume peeing on floor. Stop. Shoot at the base of the toilet once more. Stop. Turn around. Hit mom in the leg. Stop. Turn around to get some on the wall by the towels or the door. Or...
You get the idea. I am really glad to be potty trained, however, this standing and peeing. It has to go.
I especially like when dad keeps telling us to stop giggling while he is reading the scriptures. I continue to tickle and poke him, forcing him to squeal with laughter and resulting in my own defiant laughter.
