It's been awhile since my last post. I guess I should have pulled out my standby list of things to blog about but I didn't so I still have them for another day...I can tell the excitement is building.
Just to update you on everyone -
LA
LA has 5 more day of school until summer officially starts. She will be done on June 1st. LA's kids did very well on the physical science end of course exam which is real good since she was out for 8 weeks. She does have a job next year at ARHS. Because of the budget if she would have been at another school no telling what would have happened.
Wyatt
He is still growing. He has started smiling when you play with him and talk to him or maybe it is just because he is passing gas which he has been doing a lot of lately. He has been very gassy. Last week he was unable to poop. We had the same thing happen with Aubrey. I still called the doctor and they told me the same thing we were going to do anyway but we wanted to be sure he wasn't too young (We couldn't remember when we started giving it to Aubrey. Which is not surprising since I can't remember anything these days...case it point on Sunday, I called Allen Greer by the wrong name and then stared at him like I knew it was wrong but couldn't come up with the right name. He corrected me (awkward)...Sorry, Allen, my brain had a misfire - I am also pretty sure he will never read this but maybe one day he will Google his name and this blog will pop up and he will remember that Sunday and know that I felt bad about calling him the wrong name. I would promise that it wouldn't happen again but it's probably going to get worse.) Mommy and Daddy had to resort to the Dark Karo syrup which worked like a champ. It worked so good that when he finally pooped it was with Arlette. We missed the blow out. We don't know what's causing the constipation but he is not happy about it.
He is also working on his third cold since March 5th...very frustrating and helpless feeling. He is congested and there isn't much we can do about it...pretty sure Aubrey is the carrier this time since she has a runny nose. Only a week before Aubrey is out of daycare for the summer and maybe Wyatt can get better.
Aubrey
I don't even know where to start. Words, words, words, words and more words...We are learning a new language and evidently need a translations class. Anybody got an Iphone that can translate Aubrey talk. They have apps for everything why not something useful. Right now half the time we can figure out what she is saying and the other half of the time when she says something LA and I look at each other with a puzzled look and ask her what she said which she then immediately repeats what she said and you still have no clue what she was talking about but a few that we have figured out:
stawberries - strawberries
gourt - yogurt
???bag - bookbag
boberries - blueberries
mlk - milk (vowels are optional)
yatt - wyatt (sometime consonants are optional)
However, the funniest thing is her tasting something and if she doesn't like it she will tell you "I don't like." Where did she learn this? We haven't ever said this around her? You have to be careful with it because sometimes she will say it with foods she really does like but 95% of the time when she say that you might as well take it away, unless you want to lose the battle.
We are trying to catch her on video jumping, hopping and dancing. They all are pretty much the same and equally funny but as soon as the camera comes out she stops doing it. LA and I laugh and laugh when she does any of them and shake our head.
KC
So 2010 looks like the year of me trying to mangle this temple of a body God has given me. In January, I had the accident with the mandolin slicer. You know the slicer you can make thin slices for making homemade potato chips and slicing veggies. I wasn't paying attention and talking to someone else and my finger got to close to the blade and I lopped the end of my finger off. It was quick and pretty much painless but you would have thought I had cut the main artery to my heart with all the blood. I survived and my finger healed. Just a couple of safety notes - make sure you use all the safety equipment that comes with it, evidently it's important and when your wife questions you about the safety equipment make sure you heed her warning (unlike what I did), the blade is super sharp - stitches were not an option. It was a clean cut and cut the end of my finger completely off. To be completely honest, it actually wasn't my fault. It was my friend Tim's fault. He showed up late to the gathering and was making a ruckus in the kitchen where everyone was gathered and because of that I had to turn my eyes away from slicing the potato (I am pretty sure he will never read this either, so I am officially publicly blaming him.) and presto one finger tip cut off.
Wednesday night, I was again in the kitchen in the same spot I cut the end of my finger off. I was cutting cheese for Aubrey to take for lunch the next day. After I finished cutting the cheese (2nd time I said that...ha, ha! I know your laughing.), I sat the knife on the counter and a few minutes later the knife was falling off the counter and somehow fell exactly right to make about a 1.25" cut in my lower leg. It was a pretty good cut that could have used a stitch(s) but I decided to pass. It seemed like a waste of money to go get stitches on my leg. Who's checking them out anyway? I am a taken man and the last I heard scars are attractive to women. That would have put my official stitches count up to between 11 and 15 (I already had five on the chin (from passing out when my father had his bleeding ulcer...long story) and five on the eyebrow (the bone above my eye caught an elbow as I was looking up while a guy on the other team was coming down with a rebound.)) I am pretty sure I am staying away from anything sharp the rest of the year.
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