...
Anson: "mmmm-maw"
Mama: "Anson won!"
Anson: "Anson TWO!!!"
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Correction
J: "Anson, let's race and see who can give Mama a kiss first."
...
Anson: "mmmm-maw"
Mama: "Anson won!"
Anson: "Anson TWO!!!"
...
Anson: "mmmm-maw"
Mama: "Anson won!"
Anson: "Anson TWO!!!"
Friday, October 9, 2009
10/09/07 at 3:02am...
Happy Birthday, Anson!!!
And other news, Joe has taught Anson the words "snot" and "ewwww".
And other news, Joe has taught Anson the words "snot" and "ewwww".
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
My Brother Rocks
I had the privilege of talking to my brother, Sgt D, this afternoon. He was using Skype (free internet phone) to call me from Iraq.
One of the most exciting things he told me was that the weather was starting to cool down, and he was excited to be experiencing the cool temperatures. FYI, the daily highs are now in the low 100s. I should point out that there was only sincerity, no sarcasm, in his voice.
He is fortunate in that his duties keep him out of the line of fire. However, he is experiencing extreme boredom, which one could argue is a danger of a different kind. Because of his position, he really is not able to socialize with any of the other troops. He goes to work (which is currently not busy), and then goes home to his dorm-room sized room. That's it. There is nowhere else to go, nothing else to do. I know that I fantasize about being bored, but the prospect of facing an entire day of extreme nothing is frightening. You have four tiny walls and your computer for company. There is only so much time you can spend playing on your computer, and watching old tv shows on Hulu. You can only read for so long. And then you have another 6 hours until bedtime.
I am not the world's greatest phone conversationalist (I'm a listener, not a talker), and I'm afraid I did nothing to entertain my poor brother on the phone. I'm also horrible at correspondence, so again, he's not getting much in the way of witty emails from me. I'd like to publicly say that I'm sorry for that, Bro. I do think of you lots... however, I know that while knowledge of this may give you a warm fuzzy inside, it doesn't do much else.
Please, everyone, take this time to send a letter/email/care package to those you know serving our country away from home. I pray that they are all safe, and the worst enemy they are currently fighting is boredom. Because that is something we all can help them fight.
And, BIGGEST call-out to Sgt D. I am so proud of you, Bro! (PS. I hear stamp collecting is a really exciting hobby :)
One of the most exciting things he told me was that the weather was starting to cool down, and he was excited to be experiencing the cool temperatures. FYI, the daily highs are now in the low 100s. I should point out that there was only sincerity, no sarcasm, in his voice.
He is fortunate in that his duties keep him out of the line of fire. However, he is experiencing extreme boredom, which one could argue is a danger of a different kind. Because of his position, he really is not able to socialize with any of the other troops. He goes to work (which is currently not busy), and then goes home to his dorm-room sized room. That's it. There is nowhere else to go, nothing else to do. I know that I fantasize about being bored, but the prospect of facing an entire day of extreme nothing is frightening. You have four tiny walls and your computer for company. There is only so much time you can spend playing on your computer, and watching old tv shows on Hulu. You can only read for so long. And then you have another 6 hours until bedtime.
I am not the world's greatest phone conversationalist (I'm a listener, not a talker), and I'm afraid I did nothing to entertain my poor brother on the phone. I'm also horrible at correspondence, so again, he's not getting much in the way of witty emails from me. I'd like to publicly say that I'm sorry for that, Bro. I do think of you lots... however, I know that while knowledge of this may give you a warm fuzzy inside, it doesn't do much else.
Please, everyone, take this time to send a letter/email/care package to those you know serving our country away from home. I pray that they are all safe, and the worst enemy they are currently fighting is boredom. Because that is something we all can help them fight.
And, BIGGEST call-out to Sgt D. I am so proud of you, Bro! (PS. I hear stamp collecting is a really exciting hobby :)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Romancing the Mama
I just had an awfully cute, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy throw himself into my arms with the declaration, "Oh, Baby!"
This was after I was greeted at the door with "Hubba Hubba, Pretty Mama!"
Take THAT, Future 1st girlfriend!
This was after I was greeted at the door with "Hubba Hubba, Pretty Mama!"
Take THAT, Future 1st girlfriend!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Sometimes Projects Take Way, Way Longer Than They're Supposed To
Case in Point: Getting the living room rug professionally cleaned, then washing the wood floor beneath it.
2 Weeks Ago: Joe rolls up the rug, stuffs it into the car, and we take it to American Rug Laundry for a deep cleaning. I wash the rug mat in the washer (unsuccessfully), and then with a hose on the laundry line. I decide not to sweep and wash the floors, because, honestly, by the time the rug is ready, I'll just need to do it again.
1 Week Ago: We receive notice that our rug is ready to be picked up. That just doesn't happen.
Today:
10:00 - We decide to leave to go pick up the rug.
10:35 - We actually are driving away from the house.
11:10 - We return to the house, with our cleaned rug rolled up in paper. I start putting away Anson's toys, and then pull out the bucket and get down on my hands and knees. I remember that, when you have all wood floors and an open floor plan, it is pointless to wash just the floor in just one of the rooms. Plans change to include the rest of the floors. However, there is just time to wash the living room floor.
12:00 - Lunch Break.
1:45 - I decide the living room floor is dry enough. The rug mat, then the rug is laid down. The tv room is swept and washed. Nap / Computer Break (hey, it's Labor Day Weekend!). And then other things just are more important/fun.
6:15 - Joe moves all the appropriate furniture from the library into the living room. I sweep the library and entry way. We go for a bike ride.
7:45 - I start the final washing of the last two floors.
8:00 - I'm done. Kinda.
2 full weeks pass with 1 full day of work. Duration of actual labor, just a few hours.
Oh - and the library room furniture is still piled in the middle of the rug. I could just finish up the job now. But I would prefer the saga to continue at least another day.
2 Weeks Ago: Joe rolls up the rug, stuffs it into the car, and we take it to American Rug Laundry for a deep cleaning. I wash the rug mat in the washer (unsuccessfully), and then with a hose on the laundry line. I decide not to sweep and wash the floors, because, honestly, by the time the rug is ready, I'll just need to do it again.
1 Week Ago: We receive notice that our rug is ready to be picked up. That just doesn't happen.
Today:
10:00 - We decide to leave to go pick up the rug.
10:35 - We actually are driving away from the house.
11:10 - We return to the house, with our cleaned rug rolled up in paper. I start putting away Anson's toys, and then pull out the bucket and get down on my hands and knees. I remember that, when you have all wood floors and an open floor plan, it is pointless to wash just the floor in just one of the rooms. Plans change to include the rest of the floors. However, there is just time to wash the living room floor.
12:00 - Lunch Break.
1:45 - I decide the living room floor is dry enough. The rug mat, then the rug is laid down. The tv room is swept and washed. Nap / Computer Break (hey, it's Labor Day Weekend!). And then other things just are more important/fun.
6:15 - Joe moves all the appropriate furniture from the library into the living room. I sweep the library and entry way. We go for a bike ride.
7:45 - I start the final washing of the last two floors.
8:00 - I'm done. Kinda.
2 full weeks pass with 1 full day of work. Duration of actual labor, just a few hours.
Oh - and the library room furniture is still piled in the middle of the rug. I could just finish up the job now. But I would prefer the saga to continue at least another day.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Because it is a Monday, Again...
... and you've all asked for more...
Here is a vid of a hyper toddler playing with his balls. Note how he compliments himself on his throwing ability. If we all could be so self-congratulating.
Here is a vid of a hyper toddler playing with his balls. Note how he compliments himself on his throwing ability. If we all could be so self-congratulating.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Number Confusion
Anson has recently developed a love of numbers (except the number 7, which he likes to pretend just doesn't exist). "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10!" He loves to count to himself, as well as count the objects in front of him.
But numbers are confusing. The number "11" is not "1" "1", even though it really looks like "1" and "1". We had that discussion earlier this morning.
Words that sound like numbers are even more confusing. Take tonight, for instance, when Anson and J were coloring pictures for Mama. J wanted to write the typical 'To: Mama, From: Anson' on the paper. It didn't go so well.
J: "Ok, now I'm writing 'To: Mama'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: "No, 'To MAMA'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: Catching on... "Oh. Not 'To: Mama'. Let's do 'For: Mama' instead."
Anson: "Five!" "Six, Eight, Nine, Ten!"
J: "What do you think about 'Love Mama'?"
But numbers are confusing. The number "11" is not "1" "1", even though it really looks like "1" and "1". We had that discussion earlier this morning.
Words that sound like numbers are even more confusing. Take tonight, for instance, when Anson and J were coloring pictures for Mama. J wanted to write the typical 'To: Mama, From: Anson' on the paper. It didn't go so well.
J: "Ok, now I'm writing 'To: Mama'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: "No, 'To MAMA'."
Anson: "Three!"
J: Catching on... "Oh. Not 'To: Mama'. Let's do 'For: Mama' instead."
Anson: "Five!"
J: "What do you think about 'Love Mama'?"
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tough Little Doo
Anson recovered from his surgery quite well, the little man. He was sent home with some liquid tylenol + codeine, but we surprisingly didn't need it! The only medications he took, after surgery, was one dose of tylenol (grape flavored). He spent the day after surgery running around, and even went to the Minnesota Zoo with Daddy. The biggest bummer is that he can't go swimming until the stitches have completely dissolved.
One completely amazing, jaw-dropping thing: Anson actually asked to go to bed the night of his surgery! "Daddy, nap? Bottle?" This has never happened before, and will likely never happen again!
We have removed the big bandage, but still can't see the incision due to the steri-strips, which should fall off in a few days.
"After" Picture:
(Anson was not happy about having the large bandage removed, as it had really adhered to his skin. You can see some of the residual redness in the picture)
One completely amazing, jaw-dropping thing: Anson actually asked to go to bed the night of his surgery! "Daddy, nap? Bottle?" This has never happened before, and will likely never happen again!
We have removed the big bandage, but still can't see the incision due to the steri-strips, which should fall off in a few days.
"After" Picture:
(Anson was not happy about having the large bandage removed, as it had really adhered to his skin. You can see some of the residual redness in the picture)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
AnsonLind.Com is Updated!
Yes, I am a *bit* late in updating Anson's website. I wish I could say that the wait was worth it, but pictures have unfortunately been a bit scarce lately.
Anson has learned that whenever the camera appears, there is a fun picture displayed on the back of it. There is no more sitting nicely for pictures, or ignoring of the camera. Instead, whenever Anson sees the camera, he shouts "PICTURE!" and charges towards the camera, intent on seeing the picture displayed on the back.
I have a couple of videos as evidence...
Just prior to this video, Anson was happily yelling "Ball Ball BALLS!" and throwing the balls across the room. But then, when I pulled out the camera to document the cuteness, he unforuntately saw it, and the balls were immediately forgotten:
In this video, Anson is hard to understand, but he is saying "Pictures" repeatedly. I'm sitting in the middle of the floor, slowly spinning around, trying to keep Anson in the camera's eye as he is doing his best to crawl over me to see the picture on the back of the camera:
Anson has learned that whenever the camera appears, there is a fun picture displayed on the back of it. There is no more sitting nicely for pictures, or ignoring of the camera. Instead, whenever Anson sees the camera, he shouts "PICTURE!" and charges towards the camera, intent on seeing the picture displayed on the back.
I have a couple of videos as evidence...
Just prior to this video, Anson was happily yelling "Ball Ball BALLS!" and throwing the balls across the room. But then, when I pulled out the camera to document the cuteness, he unforuntately saw it, and the balls were immediately forgotten:
In this video, Anson is hard to understand, but he is saying "Pictures" repeatedly. I'm sitting in the middle of the floor, slowly spinning around, trying to keep Anson in the camera's eye as he is doing his best to crawl over me to see the picture on the back of the camera:
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Today = Surgery Day
And the little man did pretty well, even if they didn't bring us back until after he was fully awake and freaking out. We found him being carried around by a nurse trying to soothe him - of COURSE he's going to scream if he wakes up disoriented in a room full of funny looking strangers.
Here's the before picture:
Here's the before picture:
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Cursed Mama Genes
Way, way back in February, I posted this:
http://themamadoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-is-my-child.html
about how Anson is definitely Joe's child, and that the only thing linking him genetically to me is a little tag of skin on his left collarbone.
Fast forward to July, a few weeks ago, when a little lump appeared directly under that very skin tag. Over the next couple of weeks, the skin tag swelled and became infected. The little lump became gumball sized, causing strangers to ask me, "What IS that on his chest?"
Turns out that whenever you see a skin tag, it is attached to a tiny cyst. Anson's tiny cyst decided it needed to draw attention to itself, and now he is scheduled to have it surgically removed sometime next week. Have I mentioned that, not only do I have that same skin tag, but I also have had more than my share of cysts that have also had to be removed. Yes, this is directly a fault of my genes.
So, from his Daddy, Anson received a brilliant smile and absolute cuteness. From his Mama, he received a pus-filled oozing lump that will make him absolutely miserable next week when it is taken out.
* * *
Earlier today, I noticed something else of mine appearing in his little body... he was performing a morning stretch, and as he reached his arms above his head, I witnessed his elbows twisting into contortionist angles.
Anson has my double-jointed elbows. I don't know whether to be excited, or frightened.
http://themamadoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-is-my-child.html
about how Anson is definitely Joe's child, and that the only thing linking him genetically to me is a little tag of skin on his left collarbone.
Fast forward to July, a few weeks ago, when a little lump appeared directly under that very skin tag. Over the next couple of weeks, the skin tag swelled and became infected. The little lump became gumball sized, causing strangers to ask me, "What IS that on his chest?"
Turns out that whenever you see a skin tag, it is attached to a tiny cyst. Anson's tiny cyst decided it needed to draw attention to itself, and now he is scheduled to have it surgically removed sometime next week. Have I mentioned that, not only do I have that same skin tag, but I also have had more than my share of cysts that have also had to be removed. Yes, this is directly a fault of my genes.
So, from his Daddy, Anson received a brilliant smile and absolute cuteness. From his Mama, he received a pus-filled oozing lump that will make him absolutely miserable next week when it is taken out.
* * *
Earlier today, I noticed something else of mine appearing in his little body... he was performing a morning stretch, and as he reached his arms above his head, I witnessed his elbows twisting into contortionist angles.
Anson has my double-jointed elbows. I don't know whether to be excited, or frightened.
Friday, August 7, 2009
New Favorite Game
*Note: must be initiated by Anson
Anson: "Guess What?"
Participant: "Guess What?" (Note: world may end should the Participant merely say, "What?")
Anson: "Yellow Raspber-berry!"
Anson: "Guess What?"
Participant: "Guess What?" (Note: world may end should the Participant merely say, "What?")
Anson: "Yellow Raspber-berry!"
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Recovering
NAUCC ended yesterday, with the Final Party. Today was a day of recovery.
Da-Doo relished having BOTH of his parents home with him, and was thrilled not to have to go off to watch unicycles ("No more noo-nees"). We spent the morning watching cartoons on the couch (television watching is a rarity at our house), and even ventured to the neighbor's to visit the lemonade stand. The afternoon saw all of us taking serious naps. At one point, I woke up, ate some mashed potatoes, then went back to napping.
We were intending to get the house cleaned up, cars cleaned out, and grocery shopping completed (as our best snack food currently is mashed potatoes). J made good headway in cleaning the kitchen, but we are still left with a seriously trashed house.
None of us is looking forward to going to work/daycare tomorrow, and being faced with the prospect of house/yard work upon returning home tomorrow night is depressing.
NAUCC was utterly crazy, and we were left bone-tired by Day 2 of 7. Our long distance events went off great, and we made it to two different pubs on our Unicycle Pub Crawl before we were rained out. Spent a little time with lots of friends we see only once a year, but weren't able to spend good chunks of time with the many people we were hoping to.
As I type this, I'm back to laying on the couch once again, still exhausted even after a day of sloth, faced with a house that is showing more than a week's worth of neglect. But, yes, it was more than worth it!
Da-Doo relished having BOTH of his parents home with him, and was thrilled not to have to go off to watch unicycles ("No more noo-nees"). We spent the morning watching cartoons on the couch (television watching is a rarity at our house), and even ventured to the neighbor's to visit the lemonade stand. The afternoon saw all of us taking serious naps. At one point, I woke up, ate some mashed potatoes, then went back to napping.
We were intending to get the house cleaned up, cars cleaned out, and grocery shopping completed (as our best snack food currently is mashed potatoes). J made good headway in cleaning the kitchen, but we are still left with a seriously trashed house.
None of us is looking forward to going to work/daycare tomorrow, and being faced with the prospect of house/yard work upon returning home tomorrow night is depressing.
NAUCC was utterly crazy, and we were left bone-tired by Day 2 of 7. Our long distance events went off great, and we made it to two different pubs on our Unicycle Pub Crawl before we were rained out. Spent a little time with lots of friends we see only once a year, but weren't able to spend good chunks of time with the many people we were hoping to.
As I type this, I'm back to laying on the couch once again, still exhausted even after a day of sloth, faced with a house that is showing more than a week's worth of neglect. But, yes, it was more than worth it!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
www.naucc09.com
Why the MamaDoo hasn't posted anything for the past few weeks, and will continue to be silent for at least another week.
2009 North American Unicycling Convention & Championships
Bloomington, MN
July 26th - Aug 1st
Check it out!
2009 North American Unicycling Convention & Championships
Bloomington, MN
July 26th - Aug 1st
Check it out!
Friday, July 10, 2009
Someone Was Busy During the Night
This is how I found the Doo this morning... apparently, he had some crazy dreams!
Friday, July 3, 2009
First Skinned Knee!
And he took it like a man. He had a little "wipe-out" during a walk, but promptly got up and kept walking. It wasn't until two blocks later that I noticed there was blood involved. When this was pointed out to him, he showed some future-docter-like tendencies, fully investigating the injury, and having fun washing out the scrape. And, for documentation purposes, he even sat still long enough to have a picture taken of it!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
When You're Bored, Part One
Anson has recently developed a few games that are a surefire way to combat boredom! Since he's a generous little guy, he has decided to share these games... because we all know how endlessly boring weekends can be.
Game #1: "Thermometer"
Anson had one of his random high fevers again this week (no other symptoms besides fever), and so had to have his temperature taken frequently. By the end of the week, thanks mostly to the magic of Daddy, Anson was actually looking forward to having his temperature taken... and the game of "Thermometer" was created!
This game involves finding your thermometer* (which can be a game in of itself), and pulling it out of the protective plastic sleeve. You turn the thermometer on, announcing your actions by saying "On!" Once you're satisfied that the thermometer is indeed on, you raise your arm, dramatically thrust the thermometer into your armpit, and then lower the arm.
Anson insists on holding the thermometer tightly, as, should it slip out of the armpit, the world may end. If the thermometer does indeed slip out of the armpit, he announces this calamity with a horridly high pitched whiny squeal. Producing this squeal may be one of the most difficult part of this game for those participants above the age of 5.
When you are satisfied that the thermometer is secure, you need to explain the last important rule of the game: "Wait, Beeps!" At this point, you do not move a muscle, and stoicly wait for the thermometer to finish taking the temperature, which is announced by a beeping sound. After hearing the beeps, whip the thermometer out of your armpit with a flourish, and carefully examine the display to see if you have a "Fever". If your parents are around, you should show the display of the thermometer to them: "See"
Repeat. As often as you'd like.
*Should your thermometer not be available (perhaps because your parents have hidden it), do not fear. This game is just as much fun using a small cylindrical block. In fact, using the block has the advantage of turning into "medicine" if the thermometer does say that you have a fever.
Anson apologizies for the poor quality of this video, as well as the sorry state of his hair. He tried to fire his cameralady and hair stylist, but they distracted him with Happy Cookies.
Game #1: "Thermometer"
Anson had one of his random high fevers again this week (no other symptoms besides fever), and so had to have his temperature taken frequently. By the end of the week, thanks mostly to the magic of Daddy, Anson was actually looking forward to having his temperature taken... and the game of "Thermometer" was created!
This game involves finding your thermometer* (which can be a game in of itself), and pulling it out of the protective plastic sleeve. You turn the thermometer on, announcing your actions by saying "On!" Once you're satisfied that the thermometer is indeed on, you raise your arm, dramatically thrust the thermometer into your armpit, and then lower the arm.
Anson insists on holding the thermometer tightly, as, should it slip out of the armpit, the world may end. If the thermometer does indeed slip out of the armpit, he announces this calamity with a horridly high pitched whiny squeal. Producing this squeal may be one of the most difficult part of this game for those participants above the age of 5.
When you are satisfied that the thermometer is secure, you need to explain the last important rule of the game: "Wait, Beeps!" At this point, you do not move a muscle, and stoicly wait for the thermometer to finish taking the temperature, which is announced by a beeping sound. After hearing the beeps, whip the thermometer out of your armpit with a flourish, and carefully examine the display to see if you have a "Fever". If your parents are around, you should show the display of the thermometer to them: "See"
Repeat. As often as you'd like.
*Should your thermometer not be available (perhaps because your parents have hidden it), do not fear. This game is just as much fun using a small cylindrical block. In fact, using the block has the advantage of turning into "medicine" if the thermometer does say that you have a fever.
Anson apologizies for the poor quality of this video, as well as the sorry state of his hair. He tried to fire his cameralady and hair stylist, but they distracted him with Happy Cookies.
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