Brain Rot

Way back when, before we had kids, when we had just moved out to California, we moved into a lovely house with a pool and a beautiful backyard and we did stuff. I mean we really did stuff- took advantage of all of our free time, and boy was there a lot of it! I cannot even fathom the endless hours we had to spend doing what we wanted and thinking only of ourselves and each other, what a glorious time it was!

And for that first full year in Palm Springs, we went on walks downtown, swam in the pool, ate dinner out, worked on art projects, painted and sewed. And guess what we didn't do? Watch TV.

For a whole year we didn't have any sort of cable. Eventually we got smart and started renting dvds of certain shows and watching the full seasons in one weekend. We were so productive during that time. We were able to actually talk to one another without the boob-tube on. We listened to wonderful music and got out of the house. Did I mention how glorious this time was?

Then, we moved into our new house and had a kid. We turned on the subscription to the rest of the world and got a cable DVR box. Life was glorious in a different way. I suddenly realized what "Katrina" was (I seriously missed the WHOLE thing during the no TV stint and couldn't figure out who SHE was!) I started my love affair with all things reality tv. I secretly loathed myself for doing this, but it was just too hard to resist! After the first baby our free time was cut in half (or more), and we also had to squeeze in TV. How tiring this all was.

Fast forward three years and another baby later, and we are in another new house. We are once again without TV, only because we couldn't decide which provider to use. In the last few weeks without TV, I decided we don't need it. Because guess what? I love not having TV. I love not fighting over the remote and lossing brain cells to The Real Housewives of Crazytown. I love playing all night with my kids and having a movie as a treat. Brett marveled last night about how the nights just seem to be flying by. Because we are busy, in a good way. We are getting are butts off the couch where they have been for 3 years. This, my friends, feels glorious again!

3-1/2 going on 40

Today you started preschool.
My little Bean, three, almost ready to turn four.
When did you loose all that fat I worked so hard to put onto your bones?
When did you learn the subtle art of sarcasm?
When oh, when, did you start feeling like a person I once knew- a small glimpse of the little me I remember.

You sat tonight at the kitchen bar and asked, over a bowl of spaghetti, that I tell you two things. One, a story of you when you were a baby, and two, a story of your daddy when he was three. Your love of the past and history astounds me. You moved on to your dessert of grape tomatoes- sat there eating them whole. Reminding me of your great grandmother, who used to eat tomatoes like apples. I told you not only of yourself as a baby, but of your great granny, daughter of a tomato farmer, who ate tomatoes like candy. You told me you wanted to be a gardner like your great great great grandfather. You mixed up gardener with farmer. Ironically, his name is actually Gardner. Your slip made me curious as to whether it was a slip at all- you old soul you, you little me re-incarnate. You are a marvelous mixture of all the best of your daddy and me and every wonderful person from our family that have touched our lives.

I love you my new preschooler....my un-little boy.

It's all about the Willie!

This is one of the wonders of raising boys!

Snaggle Tooth

 

Unfortunately, our resident Calamity Jane aka Wyatt Murdock, has injured himself again. While playing a game of hide-n-seek, he slipped and fell, face first, onto a brick fireplace at his aunt and uncles. We heard screaming from the other room and knew something was wrong. Turns out that he had fallen and hit two front teeth pushing them back toward the roof of his mouth. We took him to a family friend who happens to be a dentist. (Brett went to his house and began banging on the door interupting what turned out to be his daughters baby shower!) Luckily, Dr. Cook was willing to help us and we met him at his office (remember this is a Saturday afternoon). I shudder every time I think about how horrible the experience was. He was given novicane (sans gas) and the dentist pulled and pushed on the teeth to get them back to their orginal position. Much to our dismay, the front tooth went all cock-eyed and catiwampus later that day, and Wyatt had to go back the next day (yep more shoots involved) and have it pulled.

The craziest part was that, well 1, Wyatt didn't have a seditive at all, and 2, the dentist didn't have an emergency assistant available which meant Brett had a crash course in dental assisting and had to hold Wyatt down. It was by far the more horrific parental diaster on record for us. It was particulary brutal for me because I have a thing with teeth; they creep me out. I cannot even watch a kid wiggle a loose tooth without getting the hebejebes! I frequently have nightmares about gnashing my teeth until the crumble and fall out of my mouth. (I know I have issues). I will proably have nightmares about this incident for the rest of my natural life. Wyatt, however, seems pretty unphased by the whole thing and exclaimed the other day that he wants to be a "nice dentist" when he grows up!

So, my beautiful little boy is missing his front tooth at age 3. Looks like he will be sporting the "Billy Bob" look until he is in first grade or so and his adult teeth come in. Sigh.

Tune in Tokyo

 

Jax rolls over 8-19-10

This is a video of one of the first times Jaxson rolled over. He was about 6 months here.

Gentle Soul

 

This is our favorite dog Rolex (not owned by us) and Jaxson when he was 5 months old. Whenever you have a bad day, take a look at this and if it doesn't make you smile, then I suggest a therapist!