You know what phrase I love to hear people say?
"It is what it is."
Could anything be more truer?
I mean, you could walk around making statements that people might misunderstand, misinterpret, or misconstrue, like "I love lasagna", or "Toxic fumes are bad." But why? Why not stick to what you can truly be sure of, to what is safe?
I just wish there were more phrases like that out there. How many other things can you say that convey such pointless, opinionless declarations of nothingness? Cuz if there is anything we can be sure of, it's that it is what it is. It's not what it isn't, that is for sure. There is no telling if it will be what it was, or if it weren't what it won't be. But what it is is what it is. And don't let the nay sayers come back with an arguement like "Well, that depends on what the meaning of the word IS is." Cuz that is just lame.
So keep on using it, you people who say stuff! But just don't go so far as to start saying things like "I am what I am." Cuz you might not be. You might be what you eat, and can anyone really say with 100% certainty what that is?
Can someone please explain to me how it is possible, that inside this package,
(which is so cute I actually have to wear shades and sunblock to protect myself from its red-hot rays of adorableness) lies the ability to scream at a pitch just below that of a dog whistle, at a decible comparable to a sonic boom?
How can he both make me swell with his sweetness and make me want to hurl myself from the top of the tallest tower in town, all at the same time?
How 'bout just some pictures? Yeah, I like that idea too.
Clearly I am failing at finding time to update this as much as I would like. So let's just do one big Superpost about December and cram everything into it, ok? OK.
On December 6th we got our Tree,
And Harrison pushed Colin around in this spaceship.
On the 7th I decided to give Colin some baby food. This was his reaction:
But that was just his response to sweet potatoes. I got a video of of him eating Rice Cereal, which must be DELICIOUS.
oh, it kills me.
But no time to dawdle! Moving On!
On the 14th I made Colin some baby legs,
but decided that, even with skulls on them, they are still too much like leg warmers, and are way too girlie for my manly little boy.
Yes, a hat. That is more like it. Very Masculine.
Yep, very masculine iindeed.
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On December 17th we went to court to Finalize Colin's adoption.
And Colin thought it was BORING.
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| April and Colin |
But he was wrong. Amber, we love you! And we love Colin. So much. We are so glad he is our little boy and we will forever be SO grateful to you.
Then we went to lunch at the India Palace and snapped a picture of the burning remains of the Provo Tabernacle. So sad.
April had told us at the courthouse that the Tabernacle was burning. And then snapped a picture of our reactions.
That day was a wonderful event mixed in with so much heartbreak.
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And then, on December 21st,
Harrison turned 4!
Harrison turned 4!
He is 37.25 inches tall, and weighs 29 pounds. Which puts him all the way up in the 3rd percentile! We are moving up! He is finally on the charts again!
We kept his party simple. Marion was in town, so she came over with her two little boys. We ate pizza from Two Jacks (because it is simply the best) and then sat around doing party things.
Harrison had asked for a Sheriff Woody cake, after seeing one at the grocery store. The ones at the store are just a half a sheet cake with a plastic Woody on top. I was feeling pretty lazy so I even went to the store to buy one, but they wanted $20.00 for it. I guess I am cheaper than I am lazy, cuz I decided to make a cake for him afterall. And then Harrison started getting all specific. He wanted a house on the cake. And Woody could go in the house and brush his teeth and go potty and go to bed in the house. Well, THAT wasn't going to happen, but I figured I could make a house. And I didn't stress about it being beautiful, because I really don't think it matters.
Though I should point out that Harrison asked for a RED house (which wasn't going to work with our food coloring, of course). I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen. He loved it though, so good for me!
HOWEVER, once I lit the candles and turned out the lights so that we could sing to him he thought it was scary and ran out of the room. So we let Marion's 2nd child blow the candles out.
Then it was safe for Harrison to come back in.
Then he opened some presents.
Marion gave Harrison the following truck. And her oldest son spent at least 20 minutes strait playing with it and saying "Wow, that's cool!"
I'm so glad you could be there Marion. Though why I am suddenly writing to you I can't say since I am 96% positive you will never read this. But it was fun. And Harrison loved it. He loved playing with your little boys. I think you made his birthday!
And now I am going to spare you all and will put Christmas in a separate post. So this is the end! You made it! Congratulations!
Then it was safe for Harrison to come back in.
Then he opened some presents.
Marion gave Harrison the following truck. And her oldest son spent at least 20 minutes strait playing with it and saying "Wow, that's cool!"
I'm so glad you could be there Marion. Though why I am suddenly writing to you I can't say since I am 96% positive you will never read this. But it was fun. And Harrison loved it. He loved playing with your little boys. I think you made his birthday!
And now I am going to spare you all and will put Christmas in a separate post. So this is the end! You made it! Congratulations!
It goes without saying that my husband is Practically Perfect in Every Way. He's like the male Mary Poppins, with more singing. oh wait. Not singing. Guns. Guns and knives. Yeah, Mary Poppins with guns and knives. I would watch that movie. Well, as part of this perfection he suffers from, he frequently takes his socks off while sitting at his computer and leaves them there. Later, I pick them up. It is a little game we play. Except Richard doesn't know that we are playing and also I have to pick up socks all the time, which I loath.
So one day, I decided to conduct an experiment. What if I DIDN'T pick up his socks? What would happen? It was too intriguing an idea to let slip, so I carefully put my secret plan into action, and scheduled time to covertly NOT pick up his socks. It was a complicated scheme. One that required putting on the biggest glasses I could find.
It was so complex, in fact, that what with all the hullaballoo I forgot to document day one of my experiment! Curse me and my forgetful ways!
Here we have The Space Under Richard's Desk: Day 3
I'm assuming it is day three because there are 3 pairs of socks under there. One for each day. Are you following me? The results thus far are exactly what was anticipated.
The Dark Recesses below Richard's Computer: Day 7
Very interesting. There are a lot more shoes down there than I would have expected. There are so many shoes that I can't even count all the socks, so we can only postulate that there is a pair for each day. It looks like there is also a small piece of cheese under there, but don't worry, some mouse will find it.
Things in our little experiment got really very exciting after this, because I forgot all about it. Nothing passes the time like total memory loss!
Several more days passed without a word from Richard. I'm sure he had no idea what was transpiring beneath his desk, though he would have had to fish out shoes from there from time to time. Things can get pretty darn messy around here before he even notices. It is one of my favorite things about him.
But two weeks into our experiment he finally realized something was up. From the kitchen I heard him exclaim "I've got a sock farm growing under my desk!" My response was "Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't touch it, don't touch it I've got to take a picture!" And I snapped the following.
Richard's Giant Foot Hole: Day 14
So. Indeed. There we have it. Left to its own devices the socks and shoes beneath Richard's desk will multiply until they reach critical mass (being in this instance 3 pairs of shoes and 12 socks), after which they will remain in a stasis wherein the number neither decreases or increases until acted upon by an outside force.
So, my top secret experiment was over. The End.
Or Was it?
I think Richard had really been about to pick up his socks when he noticed them under his desk, but I interrupted him at the pivotal moment, distracted him and then he forgot. And so did I. Then we left for fall break and didn't give the sock farm another thought, except to argue about why Richard didn't have any socks with him and whose fault it was (FYI - NOT MINE).
It wasn't until we got home that I realized that the experiment was far from over and all of my hypothesis had been so very, very wrong. Beware. What you are about to see may shock you.
The Deepest Abyss of Deskdom: Day 20
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAACK! The Socks are Sentient!
I was always afraid something like this would happen. I always suspected my laundry was out to get me. But I never came up with a plan for what to do if the socks gain consciousness. WHAT NOW?
You know that old saying "Be careful what you post online, because you never know when an internet, web-based, online e-zine will take your words and use them to turn you into an instant star"?
Well it's true! Except the star part. No one has even asked for my autograph yet.
cuz I was featured in The Barrel
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So exciting, right?
What? You say you've never heard of it? That's ok. You've probably never heard of Being Awesome, or Keeping Up With the Times either. Don't beat yourself up about it.
It really is exciting! And the magazine is really very cute and you should probably check it out anyway. And they didn't even tell me to say that. They didn't ask me to advertise them in anyway whatsoever, so all of this plugging is purely selfish on my part. Let's hear it for stuff like this!!
