Saturday, January 31, 2009
So. Until we lost our copy of Bambi, Sadie watched it multiple times every day. Because I'm a bad mom who sometimes lets her do such things.
I think Bambi's dad is a big, fat jerk. Like, he impregnates Bambi's mom, and then doesn't ever hang out with her or Bambi (Yes, I know that is the "way of the forest," or whatever, but it still bugs me). And then Bambi's mom gets shot, and all he does is say, "Your mother isn't with you any more." And walks away. Come on!! Where is the compassion??
But when I really start to hate Bambi's dad is when Bambi is an adult. And he's running away from the hunters, and he jumps over this big ravine, and the hunter shoots him mid-jump. So he's lying there, bleeding (It doesn't show him bleeding, but he obviously got shot. I guess Disney was trying to protect the tender feelings of kids), and there is this man-caused forest fire sneaking upon him. And Bambi's dad shows up. And he starts yelling at Bambi: "Get up! Get up, Bambi! Get up!!" And again, not in an urgent, nice, I'm-concerned-about-you way. In a jerky way. His voice is really harsh.
So whenever that part would come on, I would make fun of him, imitating his gruff, jerky voice: "Get up! Get up, Bambi! Get up!!"
One day, I was doing this very thing, and Sadie looked at me coldly and said, "You NOT funny."
We were talking about Bambi at dinner, and I was telling Ben that Bambi is kind of a wussy name for a boy. I said, "Bambi's mom should have named him Bambo. Like Rambo. There's nothing wussy about Rambo."
Dylan said, "No, she should have named Bambi 'Deer Beer.'"
Random. And cute.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The kids needed naps, and so did I, so I volunteered to stay behind while Ben drove around. But here are some of my favorite pictures that he took.
I think this is on the eastern shore of Lake Chelan:
I love it when the air is so cold that the lake is actually steaming. Another view:
This is an artist's rendering of what Lake Chelan actually looks like:
It's just really long and skinny. And deep:
And I actually took the following three pictures. This is what you see if you look out the side windows of Gloria's house:
You can see the lake just beyond those pine trees.
And here's what you see when you look out the front windows:
Every spare inch of these hills surrounding Chelan is covered with apple orchards. It's so pretty. And here's Gloria's house:
Ben and Sadie:
Ben and Dyl:
Me and Dyl (I wasn't wearing any makeup, so I look quite pasty):
Me and Sade:
Sadie was totally cracking me up, trying to walk around with so many layers and poofiness on. She kept saying, "I tan't wott!" ["I can't walk!]:
It reminded me of this scene from A Christmas Story:
We really need to attempt a nice, long sledding day before the snow leaves. So, in early April. Just kidding.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...
Non-conformist, Visionary, and Independent
21 Abstract, -13 Islamic, -15 Ukiyo-e, 14 Cubist, -4 Impressionist and -36 Renaissance!
Abstract art uses a visual language of form, color and line to create a composition which exists independently of what may appear to others as visual realities. Western had been underpinned by the logic of perspective and an attempt to reproduce an illusion of visible reality. It allowed the progressive thinking artists to show a different side to the world around them. By the end of the 19th century many artists felt a need to create a 'new kind of art' which would encompass the fundamental changes taking place in technology, science and philosophy. Abstract artists created art that was diverse and reflected the social and intellectual turmoil in all areas of Western culture.
People that chose abstract art as their preferred artform tend to be visionsaries. They see things in the world around them and in people that others may miss because they look beyond what is visual only with the eye. They rely on their inner thoughts and feelings in dealing with the world around them instead of on what they are told they should think and feel. They feel freed from the tendancy to be bound by traditional thought and experiences. They look more toward their own ideas and experiences than what they are told by their religious upbringing or from scientific evidence. They tend to like to prove theories themselves instead of relying on the insight or ideas of others. They are not bound by common and mundane, but like to travel and have new experiences. They value intelligence, but they also enjoy a challenge. They can be rather argumentative when they are being forced or feel as if they are being forced to conform.
Sadie was sick all last week, and one night, she kept asking for a "Sit Sutter." I could not figure out what she meant. Then I realized she was asking for a "Sick Sucker." I finally figured out that is what she calls Sucrets - Sick Suckers. Cute.Dylan was sick the week before Sadie, and one night he asked me for some cigarettes.
"Excuse me?" I said.
"I want some cigarettes. You know... those red things that come in a box, and you suck on them, and they make your throat feel better..."
"That's what I said. Cigarettes."
Monday, January 26, 2009
Here is Gloria, making some yummy pies. You can bet I ate a lot of her pie dough. Yum:
Greg has this head massagey thingey:
It looks really sharp and uncomfortable, but I'm telling you, it feels like heaven to have your head massaged by that.
Here's Dylan, with Grandma's theraband thingey:
You're supposed to kind of take sideways steps; this works the muscles in your legs, butt, and hips. Dylan was having sooo much fun with it:
Gloria didn't have a high chair, so to feed Micah, one of us would hold him while the other one fed him. But then Ben came up with this ingenious idea:
We tied him to the chair. I smiled to myself, because it reminded me of one of my favorite childhood books, Nana Upstairs and Nana Downstairs:
I wish I had the book with me to scan the specific page I'm thinking of; maybe some other time. My mom still has that book, and I would love to buy a copy of my own to read to my kids at home. Anyways, the kid in this book has a grandma and a great-grandma. The great-grandma lives with the grandma, because she's old and feeble. Her bedroom is upstairs. So the kid calls her "Nana Upstairs." And the other grandma kind of hangs out downstairs, so she is called "Nana Downstairs." Nana Downstairs has to tie Nana Upstairs to a chair when she wants to sit up, so that she won't fall out. So the kid has Nana Downstairs tie him up in a chair as well, and he and Nana Upstairs sit there and eat ice cream together. So cute. So Micah being tied to the chair reminded me of that.
There is a place just outside of Chelan called Blueberry Hill, and it has the most amazing burgers and shakes in the world. We went there one day for lunch, and the devils that run the place have all of this candy lining the walls for buying. Of course, the kids were begging for candy the whole time we were eating lunch, and we obviously didn't have any money to buy anything for them (Do we ever have money? No!!). Well, right before we left Blueberry Hill to go home, Gloria, whom we have nicknamed The Spoiler, bought the kids some enormous lollipops. Dylan's "before" shot:
And the "after" shot:
We didn't take a picture of Sadie eating her lollipop, because a few seconds after she started licking it, she said, "I hate dat," and didn't touch it again. She is so fickle.
Here is Micah, practicing his sitting:
I'm extremely excited to say that he is finally sitting by himself, something he just barely mastered! He's a lot happier, now that he can sit up and look around. Now we need to get him interested in crawling. He's been observing other kids his age and thinking about it. We shall see.
Dylan, with a bubble-blowing bottle that looks like a rocket:
And I wish we could have gotten a better video of the following. Gloria lay down between the kids every night and sang them these old songs that her mom used to sing to her when she was a kid. Our camera died when Ben tried to video it, but we got a teeny clip of her lying down with them and trying to decide what to sing to them:
Even though she is The Spoiler, she is a fantastic grandma. Very hands-on. Always playing with the kids. I have amazing in-laws.
Here are Dylan and Gloria (Ben's mom), playing checkers:
Here is Mr. Grumpy:
Gloria, playing Rummikub:
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Ben was talking to Dylan one morning, and Dylan goes, "Your breath smells like poop." Hahaha! Dude, Dylan is the pot calling the kettle black. His breath is hardly ever pleasant. I make him rinse with Listerine before school. He's already The Kid with the Boogers; I don't want him to also be The Kid with Bad Breath.
Shows I Love:
1. What Not to Wear:
Clinton and Stacy are hilarious. When they see their "projects" revealed at the end, with cute clothes, hair, and makeup, they often hit each other and gasp. So cute. I love gay guys. My favorite part of the show is when they do hair and makeup. Such transformations!!
2. Seinfeld. Whenever I see that a rerun of Seinfeld is on, I automatically go there:
I love that Seinfeld is about silly things, like "close-talkers" and not being able to find your car in a parking lot. Hilarious.
3. Pushing Daisies, which I'm mourning (it got cancelled):
It's kooky and Edward Scissorhands-ish, and I like it.
4. The Office, of course:
Such dry humor. I love the muted acting style that most of the actors adopt for this show. As Spence says, it's a show about uncomfortable situations. Which makes for lots of giggles on my part.
5. The show my dad calls, "Your Dirty Little Show" - Sex and the City:
Sorry. I shouldn't like it, but I do. Not so much the sex parts (and TBS does a really good job of deleting most of those). But the parts about the friendship between the four ladies, and their attempts to find love. It wasn't so long ago that I was in that same boat - just trying to find the right guy. It's a very relatable show. Except I can't afford Manolo Blaniks.
6. Medium. Oooh, I get so excited when I think about this show:
I love it so much. I love how she gets her impressions in different ways. Like, once, she had a song blasting in her head during the whole show. When she figured out that a girl was killed while she was listening to her iPod and jogging, the music finally got out of her head. Very creative.
8. Gilmore Girls:
It took me a long time to give this show a chance, and I'm really glad I did. It was completely addicting. The best writing on television. Again, normal people don't talk like that, but it was so fun for me to catch all of the literary and pop allusions they threw out there during their million-miles-per-minute banter. Oh, and Alexis Bledel is a horrible actress. But it didn't matter, because the writing was amazing.
9. Burn Notice:
I love this show. I think it's really funny. It's kind of like, "All the stuff that spies hate." Like, he goes off on this internal monologue about how much he hates those bags that bad guys put on your head when they drive you to their lair, because they don't want you to know where it is. At one point, he was like, "Have you cleaned this head bag recently??" And the cinematography makes me want to live in Miami. And it's a really good show to jog while watching, because you just watch skinny, buff people, and you think, I want to be skinny and buff, so I'm going to jog those extra ten minutes!!
10. Las Vegas:
11. Cold Case Files:
I love true crime shows. Dylan calls them "Dead People Shows." I narrowed it down to one, though there are like four that I love. These shows are more like documentaries, and they are about real people and real detectives, which I think is awesome.
12. Arrested Development:
13. 30 Rock:
Now on to the shows that I hate.
1. How Stuff Works, on Discovery Channel:
I don't know what that's a picture of. It was just on the Discovery Channel web page, under "How Stuff Works." This show makes me want to gouge my eyeballs out. I'm just not that curious.
Talk about a glorified soap opera. Nothing HAPPENS. Two characters talk, and they look meaningfully at each other. Skip to the next two characters. They walk through a field, talking. Then they look meaningfully at each other. Skip to the next two characters. On and on and on. I can't take it anymore!!