I knew this morning was coming for a while and for those of you who don't know me - I have medium length hair that tends to poof up/out when I don't use some type of chemicals on it!
Well yesterday morning was my last of the reserves and it was in my intent to get to Burmesch's (our local convenient store) before the morning - it didn't happen!
So I looked for substitutes - SARA'S SUPPLY!
Sara was so kind to share with me as she got her choices out for me and put them on the counter:
1. Gel - hair straightener - umm......nope, already got straight hair - need something to hold it in place and keep it under control!
2. Moose - (spelling???) - actually was about to take it and use it before Sara says, "That is going to put volume in your hair as well you know" (she knows my hair doesn't need anymore poofing - so that one's out!
3. Paul Mitchell hair spray - WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER! Only because I had to. Let me tell you, it brought back a lot of grade school/high school memories when I got my hair ROCK HARD before I left for school so that it would stay in place!
Not a fun day when you have to start your day off out of routine, but I sucked it up and got it done and I'm thinking I look o.k....
Our Girls!!!!!!
Cute, Cute, CUTE!!!!!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Pretty Shoes Daddy!
I have been accustomed to accepting all kinds of compliments from anyone who is willing to give them to me! Ady and Riley are getting to that stage where they are so observative and inquisitive about things these days and I get all kinds of compliments and questions that are totally unexpected!
This morning, I was in the process of putting together our bag for the girls to be dropped off at our child care (I would call her our baby sitter, but Sara, NOT ME, Sara referred to her as our baby sitter and this very sweet older lady who has done child care out of her home for decades absolutely scolded her!) and Riley had made it downstairs first from being dressed, hair done, etc. I'm putting snacks in bags and Riley comes around the corner, doesn't miss a beat, and says, "Those shoes are pretty daddy!".
I of course give a little chuckle and say, "Thanks sweetie pie, that was nice".
She continues, "Are they new?"
"No, just don't wear them a lot, that's all."
RILEY: "Where did you get them?"
ME: "I bought them at a store."
RILEY: "I like them daddy, they are pretty."
ME: "Thanks Riley!"
RILEY: "Your welcome daddy."
As she turned around to let the dogs out to go potty.
I guess I have started to grow very fond of either my hair, clothes, and/or shoes being referred to as cute and/or pretty!
What can I say I am sometimes cute and pretty.......according to my twins at least!
This morning, I was in the process of putting together our bag for the girls to be dropped off at our child care (I would call her our baby sitter, but Sara, NOT ME, Sara referred to her as our baby sitter and this very sweet older lady who has done child care out of her home for decades absolutely scolded her!) and Riley had made it downstairs first from being dressed, hair done, etc. I'm putting snacks in bags and Riley comes around the corner, doesn't miss a beat, and says, "Those shoes are pretty daddy!".
I of course give a little chuckle and say, "Thanks sweetie pie, that was nice".
She continues, "Are they new?"
"No, just don't wear them a lot, that's all."
RILEY: "Where did you get them?"
ME: "I bought them at a store."
RILEY: "I like them daddy, they are pretty."
ME: "Thanks Riley!"
RILEY: "Your welcome daddy."
As she turned around to let the dogs out to go potty.
I guess I have started to grow very fond of either my hair, clothes, and/or shoes being referred to as cute and/or pretty!
What can I say I am sometimes cute and pretty.......according to my twins at least!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
I use a purple hair pick to comb my hair...
We have one brush for Sara and I. We use the same brush and it has been the same brush for about 5 years now - wow, we might need a new one soon as this one doesn't have those comfy balls on the end of each spoke so that the hard plastic isn't digging into your skull.
Either way, every morning after I shower, brush my teeth, dress, etc, I go for the brush. Now every morning is different because Sara's and my bathroom is really our second play/toy room. This means every morning things are in different drawers, shelves, spots, or completely M.I.A.
This morning was the second morning in a row that I have not been able to find "The Brush" as it is referred to and I have had to use Sara's hair pick. I have lost all of my manhood now! I opened every drawer, looked on every shelf, scoured the floor, and even went as far as our bedroom (which is connected) - NOTHING!
So hair pick it is, oh yeah - it's purple too yet - can you see me? Ha!
Well, this morning, Ady and Riley got up a little earlier than usual and came into the bathroom as Sara was in the shower and I had just got done using my new hair pick.
"Girls, have you seen 'The Brush'?" I asked. Both Ady and Riley say, "Yup", and "I know where it is Daddy!", as they go screaming out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, out to the living room, through the living room, past the front door and into the playroom, THE REAL PLAYROOM, and grab it out of a bin.
"Here it is Daddy!" I say thanks and realize I'm the idiot because why wouldn't I have looked there first, after all if it's not in their second playroom, it must be in their first playroom...
Oh yeah, I asked who put it there and they blamed Kinsley, poor girl gets blamed for everything!
Moral of the story - Oh hell, I don't know, you kidding me - I'm trying to raise 3 and 1/2 year old twin girls and a 1 and 1/2 year old girl, while trying to please my wife and they're all kicking my tail!
Either way, every morning after I shower, brush my teeth, dress, etc, I go for the brush. Now every morning is different because Sara's and my bathroom is really our second play/toy room. This means every morning things are in different drawers, shelves, spots, or completely M.I.A.
This morning was the second morning in a row that I have not been able to find "The Brush" as it is referred to and I have had to use Sara's hair pick. I have lost all of my manhood now! I opened every drawer, looked on every shelf, scoured the floor, and even went as far as our bedroom (which is connected) - NOTHING!
So hair pick it is, oh yeah - it's purple too yet - can you see me? Ha!
Well, this morning, Ady and Riley got up a little earlier than usual and came into the bathroom as Sara was in the shower and I had just got done using my new hair pick.
"Girls, have you seen 'The Brush'?" I asked. Both Ady and Riley say, "Yup", and "I know where it is Daddy!", as they go screaming out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, out to the living room, through the living room, past the front door and into the playroom, THE REAL PLAYROOM, and grab it out of a bin.
"Here it is Daddy!" I say thanks and realize I'm the idiot because why wouldn't I have looked there first, after all if it's not in their second playroom, it must be in their first playroom...
Oh yeah, I asked who put it there and they blamed Kinsley, poor girl gets blamed for everything!
Moral of the story - Oh hell, I don't know, you kidding me - I'm trying to raise 3 and 1/2 year old twin girls and a 1 and 1/2 year old girl, while trying to please my wife and they're all kicking my tail!
Monday, May 9, 2011
Chocolate or Vanilla?
To settle the girls down a little bit at night, Sara and I usually read a couple books and we watch part of a movie. The twins' favorites range from our home videos of their birth and them as babies in the hospital and at home, 101 Dalmatians, The Lion King, Tarzan, Babe, Beauty and the Beast, and Free Willy.
However, there are some nights that Sara and I pull rank and we say that Mommy and Daddy want to watch a movie because there is something that is on that we want to watch. Usually that happens on Wednesday nights because it is Survivor and we have a fellow Random Lake resident on the show, Andrea, well she is on Redemption Island now, so we'll see if she can hang on to the end.
So we were watching Survivor and the girls cuddle up next to us on the couch with their snacks and water bottles and proceed to ask us oodles and oodles of questions....
"What is he doing mama?"
"Where is Andrea?"
"Is that Andrea?" (pointing to a different girl, directly after we just pointed Andrea out).
"Why are they doing that mama?"
"Where is Andrea?"
All questions are directed towards Sara, but I chime in now and then while stealing a pretzel when they're not looking. However, even if I answer, they ask the same question to Sara for her answer, like I am an invalid or something! But this is where there innocence comes in next.....
Sara was talking about Phillip (the former FBI agent who is annoying as can be), and says to me, "Oh I can't stand that guy." Ady and Riley both respond, "Who mama?" almost in unison. So Sara points to the T.V. and Phillip was on the screen with Boston Rob and Riley says, "The Chocolate man mama?"......
Remember when I chime in from time to time, well, I decided to chime in. First of all it totally caught me by surprise because where did she ever think to call a black man chocolate man, but at the same time I was amazed by her innocence. She meant no disregard, disrespect, or insult whatsoever. She just called it like she saw it. And, the only thing I can come up with is that when we have ice cream we have chocolate or vanilla - so did she connect that to color of skin? Wow - now that is deep.....
Back to the chiming in - so I tried to steer my daughter into correct/proper terminology by correcting her and saying - "Yup, the black man Riley, the black man, not the white man. You can't say chocolate man, you need to say black man." Riley responds with "O.K. daddy" and then she says, "Why daddy?, Why I can't say chocolate?"
YES! MY DAUGHTER IS FINALLY ASKING ME A QUESTION!!!!!!!!!! Wow, talk about a difficult one to have to explain it to a 3 and a 1/2 year old, while her older twin sister (by 4 mins.) is sitting on the other side of Sara listening very carefully.
I look at Sara for help and she looks at me with a smile and says, "Yeah, daddy why?" Thanks Sara!
I tried a couple of different ways to go about it and ended with, "Because." We'll save that explanation when they're a little bit older....
However, there are some nights that Sara and I pull rank and we say that Mommy and Daddy want to watch a movie because there is something that is on that we want to watch. Usually that happens on Wednesday nights because it is Survivor and we have a fellow Random Lake resident on the show, Andrea, well she is on Redemption Island now, so we'll see if she can hang on to the end.
So we were watching Survivor and the girls cuddle up next to us on the couch with their snacks and water bottles and proceed to ask us oodles and oodles of questions....
"What is he doing mama?"
"Where is Andrea?"
"Is that Andrea?" (pointing to a different girl, directly after we just pointed Andrea out).
"Why are they doing that mama?"
"Where is Andrea?"
All questions are directed towards Sara, but I chime in now and then while stealing a pretzel when they're not looking. However, even if I answer, they ask the same question to Sara for her answer, like I am an invalid or something! But this is where there innocence comes in next.....
Sara was talking about Phillip (the former FBI agent who is annoying as can be), and says to me, "Oh I can't stand that guy." Ady and Riley both respond, "Who mama?" almost in unison. So Sara points to the T.V. and Phillip was on the screen with Boston Rob and Riley says, "The Chocolate man mama?"......
Remember when I chime in from time to time, well, I decided to chime in. First of all it totally caught me by surprise because where did she ever think to call a black man chocolate man, but at the same time I was amazed by her innocence. She meant no disregard, disrespect, or insult whatsoever. She just called it like she saw it. And, the only thing I can come up with is that when we have ice cream we have chocolate or vanilla - so did she connect that to color of skin? Wow - now that is deep.....
Back to the chiming in - so I tried to steer my daughter into correct/proper terminology by correcting her and saying - "Yup, the black man Riley, the black man, not the white man. You can't say chocolate man, you need to say black man." Riley responds with "O.K. daddy" and then she says, "Why daddy?, Why I can't say chocolate?"
YES! MY DAUGHTER IS FINALLY ASKING ME A QUESTION!!!!!!!!!! Wow, talk about a difficult one to have to explain it to a 3 and a 1/2 year old, while her older twin sister (by 4 mins.) is sitting on the other side of Sara listening very carefully.
I look at Sara for help and she looks at me with a smile and says, "Yeah, daddy why?" Thanks Sara!
I tried a couple of different ways to go about it and ended with, "Because." We'll save that explanation when they're a little bit older....
Friday, May 6, 2011
Kinsley, can you smile????
Kinsley is now 1 and 1/2 years old, is blowing out of 2T clothes, skinny, tall, blond hair, blue eyes, and of course is the cutest little girl ever (and I'm not just saying that because I'm her father...) and I hear that I am in some serious trouble as she continues to get older.
However, I know that I definitely have some good material on her through film and video that I can break out at any time, if I should feel the need!
Kinsley is at the stage where she knows that she needs to smile at pictures and she can smile on command - which is nice! Right now she has 8 teeth - four on each level and her top have some pretty nice gaps in them. They make me nervous because I am thinking down the road about braces, but the dentist has said numerous times that the spaces between her teeth are good because then they won't be pushing into each other and that her mouth has a lot of room for her adult teeth later on when these fall out.......we'll see!
O.K. - back to the smiling part - oh and sorry - I'm a rambler - my students tell me all the time that I tell stories with tons of fluff and my wife tells me that I am a terrible story teller, but I like the fluff, the rambling, and "bad storytelling" and this is my blog - so like it or not....here it is!
However, I know that I definitely have some good material on her through film and video that I can break out at any time, if I should feel the need!
Kinsley is at the stage where she knows that she needs to smile at pictures and she can smile on command - which is nice! Right now she has 8 teeth - four on each level and her top have some pretty nice gaps in them. They make me nervous because I am thinking down the road about braces, but the dentist has said numerous times that the spaces between her teeth are good because then they won't be pushing into each other and that her mouth has a lot of room for her adult teeth later on when these fall out.......we'll see!
O.K. - back to the smiling part - oh and sorry - I'm a rambler - my students tell me all the time that I tell stories with tons of fluff and my wife tells me that I am a terrible story teller, but I like the fluff, the rambling, and "bad storytelling" and this is my blog - so like it or not....here it is!
"Kinsley, can you smile for the camera?"
This is Kinsley's smile these days when she is asked to smile - welcoming huh?!?!
As a father, I think it is cute as hell - she is so damn cute and her personality is shining through every time I see this picture. She is a little stinker who has gotten her Mother's stubbornness and from all the stories that I have heard, her grandmother's as well!
From now on, when we want to take family or Kinsley pictures and we want a nice and easy smile from Kinsley, we need to be comedic rather than ask for a smile, because this is what we get when we ask.....
Standstill......How do I start again???
I will use the famous words that I have learned from my mother and I think she still laughs when she hears me say them....
OH MY WORD!
And I mean that - OH MY WORD, how did I go 5 months without posting on here. Good thing I am a much better dad than blogger or my children would be screwed!
So I don't even know how to get back to writing about my girls. When I started it was easy, it was from new, so do I do that again? Or do I go back 5 months and begin talking about those past 5 months?
Jimminey Crickets (spelling) I don't know where to begin!
FORGET IT - NO ONE READS THIS ANYWAY - SO I GUESS I'LL CONTINUE TO WRITE HOW I WANT.
I have to do a good job of keeping my 3 followers - I better come up with some interesting and fabricated stories.......but then again I have 3 and 1/2 year old twin girls and a 1 and 1/2 year old so maybe I'll be o.k.
OH MY WORD!
OH MY WORD!
And I mean that - OH MY WORD, how did I go 5 months without posting on here. Good thing I am a much better dad than blogger or my children would be screwed!
So I don't even know how to get back to writing about my girls. When I started it was easy, it was from new, so do I do that again? Or do I go back 5 months and begin talking about those past 5 months?
Jimminey Crickets (spelling) I don't know where to begin!
FORGET IT - NO ONE READS THIS ANYWAY - SO I GUESS I'LL CONTINUE TO WRITE HOW I WANT.
I have to do a good job of keeping my 3 followers - I better come up with some interesting and fabricated stories.......but then again I have 3 and 1/2 year old twin girls and a 1 and 1/2 year old so maybe I'll be o.k.
OH MY WORD!
Friday, January 28, 2011
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
Let's see here.......the last time I had a moment to write on this blog was back in the fall before our first snow fall. WOW!!!!! AM I SLACKING BIGTIME!!!!
UPDATES TO COME:
UPDATES TO COME:
- NEW HOUSE
- X-MAS LIGHTS HANGING
- KINSLEY IS STILL AS CUTE AS EVER
- THE GIRLS TERRIBLE TWO'S WERE NOTHING LIKE THEIR TREMENDOUSLY TERRIBLE THREE'S
- ADY BROKE HER BED PARTYING TOO HARD ON NEW YEAR'S EVE NIGHT
- PUTTING UP OUR 12 FT. X-MAS TREE
- DECORATING OUR HOUSE AND TREE FOR X-MAS
- GETTING VISITED BY SANTA, MRS. CLAUSE, AN ELF, AND RUDOLPH
- ST. NICK
- X-MAS PRESENTS OPENING
- DADDY'S BASKETBALL GAMES
- KINSLEY WALKING
- I KNOW I'M STILL MISSING OODLES OF THINGS
- HOLY MOLY AM I BEHIND!!!!!!!!!!!
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