My weight hasn't changed in several weeks. But I have continued to do the Couch to 5K program and so far so good. I just completed week 2. I usually feel as if I'm dying when it's all over with, but my thighs aren't as sore as they initially were. And I feel healthier overall. I'm actually finding myself looking forward to the days when my endurance will be much better and I can jog/run further distances because I'm finding that I kind of enjoy it.
I can't believe I even typed that. Who AM I?
I'm now firmly entrenched in the size smaller than I started at. I've begun going through my jeans in the bigger size and cutting them off to be baggy shorts for the summer. I really don't want to buy new clothes yet, so I'm going to make do with what I have for as long as possible. I have 2 pairs of jeans in my current size, so that helps. The positive to having weight that has fluctuated some over the years, is having multiple articles of clothing in a variety of sizes.
But that's the ONLY positive to it.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Firstborn
For whatever reason, Garrett is in a season of comedy.
You know how we all go through seasons: sick seasons, healthy seasons, prosperous seasons, seasons of famine. Well, apparently there's one of comedy and that's where Garrett is. He is constantly telling Knock Knock jokes. Sometimes he gets confused and tells me "Say Knock Knock" so I do, then he says "Who's there?" and I say "I don't know. Who's there? This is your joke, not mine." And we start all over.
The latest one makes me laugh.
Knock Knock
Who's There
Jesus
Jesus who?
Jesus is alive! Jesus is alive! (sung to the tune of that song, if you're familiar with it)
I have no idea where he came up with this joke, but it makes me laugh when he does it.
Another favorite thing of his is to ask me questions about the people singing on the radio when we're in the car. I'm not talking about "What song is this?" I'm talking "What is this man's name? Where does he live?" And if I say "This band is One Republic." He says "No, not the band, the man singing. What's his name?" Then, when I answer (and I do know the answer to that one, but thankfully he hasn't asked the name of the lead singer of The Fray because I don't know that one) he always asks where he lives. I don't know why he cares. My standard answer is "California" because that sounds right. So now he's kind of obsessed with California too.
On the way to school yesterday, he was talking all about California. If you didn't know any better you would think we had just returned home from a trip out there. Or are planning to go soon. I don't know how preschool teachers do it. Seriously. I know, having been a teacher, that kids tell all kinds of stories and you never know really for sure when they're telling the truth, but they're typically interesting. I don't think I even want to know what all Garrett tells his teacher.
He is currently OBSESSED with Toy Story 3 (it comes out in theaters June 18). He sees posters and murals all over the place and is beside himself with knowing that we'll go see it when it comes out. I made the mistake of telling him that it comes out the day after Cooper's birthday, so I'm a little nervous that once Cooper's party comes and goes, he will be chomping at the bit to head to the theater. I would prefer to let it simmer down in the theater for a couple of weeks before rushing out to see it, but I don't think I'll be successful with that one.
He really is wanting a pet. We went to see a friend the other day who is clearing trees on a bunch of land they plan to build on. He told us that he found a coyote with a litter of pups and jokingly asked Garrett if he wanted a coyote puppy. Of course he said yes and was upset when we left without a coyote. Keith was like "That would be cool." And I said "Yeah, then we would become that family who says 'I raised this tiger like one of the family and I have no idea why he suddenly turned on us and bit my face off.'" Keith said "We're talking about a coyote, not a tiger." Potato, potatoe, when it comes down to a family pet.
(And no, we're not getting a coyote. Or a tiger.)
You know how we all go through seasons: sick seasons, healthy seasons, prosperous seasons, seasons of famine. Well, apparently there's one of comedy and that's where Garrett is. He is constantly telling Knock Knock jokes. Sometimes he gets confused and tells me "Say Knock Knock" so I do, then he says "Who's there?" and I say "I don't know. Who's there? This is your joke, not mine." And we start all over.
The latest one makes me laugh.
Knock Knock
Who's There
Jesus
Jesus who?
Jesus is alive! Jesus is alive! (sung to the tune of that song, if you're familiar with it)
I have no idea where he came up with this joke, but it makes me laugh when he does it.
Another favorite thing of his is to ask me questions about the people singing on the radio when we're in the car. I'm not talking about "What song is this?" I'm talking "What is this man's name? Where does he live?" And if I say "This band is One Republic." He says "No, not the band, the man singing. What's his name?" Then, when I answer (and I do know the answer to that one, but thankfully he hasn't asked the name of the lead singer of The Fray because I don't know that one) he always asks where he lives. I don't know why he cares. My standard answer is "California" because that sounds right. So now he's kind of obsessed with California too.
On the way to school yesterday, he was talking all about California. If you didn't know any better you would think we had just returned home from a trip out there. Or are planning to go soon. I don't know how preschool teachers do it. Seriously. I know, having been a teacher, that kids tell all kinds of stories and you never know really for sure when they're telling the truth, but they're typically interesting. I don't think I even want to know what all Garrett tells his teacher.
He is currently OBSESSED with Toy Story 3 (it comes out in theaters June 18). He sees posters and murals all over the place and is beside himself with knowing that we'll go see it when it comes out. I made the mistake of telling him that it comes out the day after Cooper's birthday, so I'm a little nervous that once Cooper's party comes and goes, he will be chomping at the bit to head to the theater. I would prefer to let it simmer down in the theater for a couple of weeks before rushing out to see it, but I don't think I'll be successful with that one.
He really is wanting a pet. We went to see a friend the other day who is clearing trees on a bunch of land they plan to build on. He told us that he found a coyote with a litter of pups and jokingly asked Garrett if he wanted a coyote puppy. Of course he said yes and was upset when we left without a coyote. Keith was like "That would be cool." And I said "Yeah, then we would become that family who says 'I raised this tiger like one of the family and I have no idea why he suddenly turned on us and bit my face off.'" Keith said "We're talking about a coyote, not a tiger." Potato, potatoe, when it comes down to a family pet.
(And no, we're not getting a coyote. Or a tiger.)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Lifes and Times of the Pediatric Ophthamologist
We were in the pediatric ophthamologist's office yesterday. The odd part about this are the random adults that show up for appointments with no children in tow. Are they like Ross on Friends who still goes to his pediatrician?
We were there because of Cooper's blocked tear duct. That was an interesting experience. First off, the doctor put a drop of dye in each eye. In the "normal" eye, you could barely see traces of the dye on his lower lashes, but on the eye with the blocked tear duct, there was dye all under his eye and running down his cheeks, not to mention pooling in the corner of his eye. That's just a visual of the fact that the duct is blocked and nothing is draining the way it's supposed to. (I know when we hear blocked tear duct, it sounds like tears wouldn't come out into the eye, but it actually means the duct that drains tears out of the eye and into the nose is blocked. It's why your nose gets stuffy when you cry, your ducts are draining a lot of excess tears out of your eye and into your nose.)
Once the doctor confirmed that he did have a blocked tear duct, she gave us our options (one was surgery) and we chose to do a tear duct probing procedure in the office. It wasn't pleasant, but it avoided anesthesia for now. I went with Cooper into another room (Keith and Garrett stayed in the exam room). They strapped him on a papoose board, which basically is where they put his arms at his sides and wrapped cloth around them and velcroed it so he couldn't move. There were little cushions on either side of his head to prevent him from turning it. (For all you moms out there, it looked similar to an industrial strength swaddling blanket. But no baby is breaking out of this swaddler.)
He was thrilled with all of this, by the way.
I sat in the corner and tried to see as little as possible, just to avoid another near-fainting situation like when Garrett got stitches. The doctor stuck a dilator into an opening on his lower eyelid, then took a probe/syringe, the probe opened up the duct and then she shot saline solution through the probe and into the duct. It eventually drains into the back of the throat, so once she could hear him gargling on the saline, she knew it had all gone through. Of course he was screaming at the top of his lungs the entire time. The last time I've heard him get that worked up was immediately after he was born. Thankfully the whole thing literally took 2 minutes, maybe even less.
Afterwards we got to see blood coming out of his eye and nose, which is always fun to see on your baby. But now, more than 24 hours after the procedure, everything is looking pretty good. I've seen some tears pooling in his eye occasionally, but not near what they used to. And I've seen no mucous (which was always a problem before the procedure). So I hope it worked. If not, we'll get to try one more probing and if that doesn't work, we have to go the surgical route where they put a stint in his tear duct to keep it open. The probing itself has a 75% success rate. At this point, the only thing working against us is the fact that children are notoriously fast healers and as far as his body is concerned, that blockage was supposed to be there, so it may reform.
A few more new things on Cooper. I promise to post some Garrett stuff tomorrow.
Cooper has learned to say "uh oh" which is so funny. He has it with the emphasis on "oh" instead of "uh". He also has a very deep voice in comparison to Garrett's high-pitched one. We have a video of Garrett saying "uh oh" at about the same age and Garrett's voice is so high compared to Cooper's deep one.
He has also learned to lay his head down when someone says "aww". Sometimes he even says "aww" with us.
Still no teeth, but total grouch-ville lately. I'm going to rename him Oscar if he doesn't get a tooth soon and stop with the crankiness. He had a few days of low grade fever so I really thought a tooth was imminent, but so far it hasn't happened. I can feel where one will eventually pop through, but I've been feeling that for awhile now, so I'm not about to make predictions as to when it will happen.
Well, little Oscar has reared his head, so I'll wrap this up. But I'll balance this out with some of Garrett's hilarity tomorrow. Stay tuned for his knock knock joke about Jesus.
We were there because of Cooper's blocked tear duct. That was an interesting experience. First off, the doctor put a drop of dye in each eye. In the "normal" eye, you could barely see traces of the dye on his lower lashes, but on the eye with the blocked tear duct, there was dye all under his eye and running down his cheeks, not to mention pooling in the corner of his eye. That's just a visual of the fact that the duct is blocked and nothing is draining the way it's supposed to. (I know when we hear blocked tear duct, it sounds like tears wouldn't come out into the eye, but it actually means the duct that drains tears out of the eye and into the nose is blocked. It's why your nose gets stuffy when you cry, your ducts are draining a lot of excess tears out of your eye and into your nose.)
Once the doctor confirmed that he did have a blocked tear duct, she gave us our options (one was surgery) and we chose to do a tear duct probing procedure in the office. It wasn't pleasant, but it avoided anesthesia for now. I went with Cooper into another room (Keith and Garrett stayed in the exam room). They strapped him on a papoose board, which basically is where they put his arms at his sides and wrapped cloth around them and velcroed it so he couldn't move. There were little cushions on either side of his head to prevent him from turning it. (For all you moms out there, it looked similar to an industrial strength swaddling blanket. But no baby is breaking out of this swaddler.)
He was thrilled with all of this, by the way.
I sat in the corner and tried to see as little as possible, just to avoid another near-fainting situation like when Garrett got stitches. The doctor stuck a dilator into an opening on his lower eyelid, then took a probe/syringe, the probe opened up the duct and then she shot saline solution through the probe and into the duct. It eventually drains into the back of the throat, so once she could hear him gargling on the saline, she knew it had all gone through. Of course he was screaming at the top of his lungs the entire time. The last time I've heard him get that worked up was immediately after he was born. Thankfully the whole thing literally took 2 minutes, maybe even less.
Afterwards we got to see blood coming out of his eye and nose, which is always fun to see on your baby. But now, more than 24 hours after the procedure, everything is looking pretty good. I've seen some tears pooling in his eye occasionally, but not near what they used to. And I've seen no mucous (which was always a problem before the procedure). So I hope it worked. If not, we'll get to try one more probing and if that doesn't work, we have to go the surgical route where they put a stint in his tear duct to keep it open. The probing itself has a 75% success rate. At this point, the only thing working against us is the fact that children are notoriously fast healers and as far as his body is concerned, that blockage was supposed to be there, so it may reform.
A few more new things on Cooper. I promise to post some Garrett stuff tomorrow.
Cooper has learned to say "uh oh" which is so funny. He has it with the emphasis on "oh" instead of "uh". He also has a very deep voice in comparison to Garrett's high-pitched one. We have a video of Garrett saying "uh oh" at about the same age and Garrett's voice is so high compared to Cooper's deep one.
He has also learned to lay his head down when someone says "aww". Sometimes he even says "aww" with us.
Still no teeth, but total grouch-ville lately. I'm going to rename him Oscar if he doesn't get a tooth soon and stop with the crankiness. He had a few days of low grade fever so I really thought a tooth was imminent, but so far it hasn't happened. I can feel where one will eventually pop through, but I've been feeling that for awhile now, so I'm not about to make predictions as to when it will happen.
Well, little Oscar has reared his head, so I'll wrap this up. But I'll balance this out with some of Garrett's hilarity tomorrow. Stay tuned for his knock knock joke about Jesus.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The End of an Era
I will attempt to not get maudlin over a TV show, so please bear with me.
The series premiere of Lost was in the fall of 2004. In the fall of 2004, I was a wife and a teacher (among other titles). Over the course of the 6 years of Lost's reign on TV, I have given birth to my 2 children, gone from teaching in a public school to being a stay at home mom, given up the ability to watch most TV without some sort of interruptions, on top of many other smaller changes in my life. In short, my world is very different today compared to 6 years ago when I first started watching a television show that I knew little about beyond the previews showing a plane crashing on a deserted island.
As silly as it may sound, I feel like, with the series finale airing tonight, this marks the end of an era for me. I've spent many a night rocking my babies and giving them one last bottle before putting them to bed, all with the backdrop of Lost. I've also spent many a naptime, the day after Lost has aired, watching an episode that I missed due to a crazy evening the night before.
On top of the changes that come from shows going off the air and kids growing up, I've also enjoyed chatting about this show to fellow Losties. In the beginning, there weren't many that I knew of. Save for one, my friend Steve. Many a text has been sent about Lost. Many a conversation had about predictions, theories, storylines, etc. Tonight, our church is throwing a going away party for Steve and his awesome family. (Sadly, we have to miss this party because Cooper has had a fever today.) They are moving to Fort Worth to plant a church. Keith and I are so proud, excited, and thrilled for them. But we'll miss them. And I think the end of Lost has made this feel like even more of an "end of an era" moment.
Now that I've got all my "emotional" ties to Lost out of the way, I thought I would share my list of things that I must see answered or resolved tonight during the 2 and a half hour finale.
~Why was Claire told she could not let anyone else raise her son, Aaron? Kate has raised him for several years and so far everything is fine. Was there a real reason behind the psychic telling Claire this?
~Where did Walt's special abilities come from when he was on the island? Does the island equipt children with them, and excludes the adults? Will we see Walt again?
~What role exactly do Widmore and Eloise play in all of this?
~For the longest time, Daniel Farraday was a very important character on the show. I really thought he might be "the key" to the mystery surrounding the island. But we haven't seen him in a long time, save for one brief moment in a sideways flash with Desmond. Is he as important to the island as I thought or did they overblow his role in all of this?
~Jacob told Kate, Jack, Sawyer, and Hurley that he chose them as possible candidates because they were alone in the world and had no one. Kate was crossed off because she became a mother, yet Jin or Sun was also a potential candidate. Why? They were married to each other. And while they did live a lonely existance among the rest of the world, they had each other, so they didn't really fit the description that Jacob gave to the rest of them.
~How exactly does the Dharma Initiative play into all of this? Did they just so happen to choose a deserted island to practice their experiments on? Were they brought there by Jacob or his mom for a specific reason?
I know I could drag this list on and on, but I'll stop here. My plan is to start from episode 1 and rewatch all 6 seasons back to back. I'm in hopes that I will notice more bits and pieces of information that may have been scattered throughout that we all just missed because we had no idea where the show was going.
I hope that come 10:30 pm tonight, I will be happy with the way it all ends. And that they don't pull a "Newhart" or "Seinfeld" on us. Both of those shows had terrible finales, so I will be really sad if Jack wakes up in bed next to Kate and this was all a dream.
The series premiere of Lost was in the fall of 2004. In the fall of 2004, I was a wife and a teacher (among other titles). Over the course of the 6 years of Lost's reign on TV, I have given birth to my 2 children, gone from teaching in a public school to being a stay at home mom, given up the ability to watch most TV without some sort of interruptions, on top of many other smaller changes in my life. In short, my world is very different today compared to 6 years ago when I first started watching a television show that I knew little about beyond the previews showing a plane crashing on a deserted island.
As silly as it may sound, I feel like, with the series finale airing tonight, this marks the end of an era for me. I've spent many a night rocking my babies and giving them one last bottle before putting them to bed, all with the backdrop of Lost. I've also spent many a naptime, the day after Lost has aired, watching an episode that I missed due to a crazy evening the night before.
On top of the changes that come from shows going off the air and kids growing up, I've also enjoyed chatting about this show to fellow Losties. In the beginning, there weren't many that I knew of. Save for one, my friend Steve. Many a text has been sent about Lost. Many a conversation had about predictions, theories, storylines, etc. Tonight, our church is throwing a going away party for Steve and his awesome family. (Sadly, we have to miss this party because Cooper has had a fever today.) They are moving to Fort Worth to plant a church. Keith and I are so proud, excited, and thrilled for them. But we'll miss them. And I think the end of Lost has made this feel like even more of an "end of an era" moment.
Now that I've got all my "emotional" ties to Lost out of the way, I thought I would share my list of things that I must see answered or resolved tonight during the 2 and a half hour finale.
~Why was Claire told she could not let anyone else raise her son, Aaron? Kate has raised him for several years and so far everything is fine. Was there a real reason behind the psychic telling Claire this?
~Where did Walt's special abilities come from when he was on the island? Does the island equipt children with them, and excludes the adults? Will we see Walt again?
~What role exactly do Widmore and Eloise play in all of this?
~For the longest time, Daniel Farraday was a very important character on the show. I really thought he might be "the key" to the mystery surrounding the island. But we haven't seen him in a long time, save for one brief moment in a sideways flash with Desmond. Is he as important to the island as I thought or did they overblow his role in all of this?
~Jacob told Kate, Jack, Sawyer, and Hurley that he chose them as possible candidates because they were alone in the world and had no one. Kate was crossed off because she became a mother, yet Jin or Sun was also a potential candidate. Why? They were married to each other. And while they did live a lonely existance among the rest of the world, they had each other, so they didn't really fit the description that Jacob gave to the rest of them.
~How exactly does the Dharma Initiative play into all of this? Did they just so happen to choose a deserted island to practice their experiments on? Were they brought there by Jacob or his mom for a specific reason?
I know I could drag this list on and on, but I'll stop here. My plan is to start from episode 1 and rewatch all 6 seasons back to back. I'm in hopes that I will notice more bits and pieces of information that may have been scattered throughout that we all just missed because we had no idea where the show was going.
I hope that come 10:30 pm tonight, I will be happy with the way it all ends. And that they don't pull a "Newhart" or "Seinfeld" on us. Both of those shows had terrible finales, so I will be really sad if Jack wakes up in bed next to Kate and this was all a dream.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I think I might live
In my quest to lose weight, I've decided to start a new workout regiment. I've been walking on the treadmill 4ish days a week (when motivated, I will confess to that part) but I've wanted to change things up. I had initially planned on doing Jillian Michael's Shred workout, but that fell through the cracks. Mostly because of my inability to do a push-up and the fact that I knew I would be on level 1 for approximately 15 times longer than she recommends. I hope to do her workout once I've lost a good deal more weight and am ready to tone up, but at this point in my fitness regime, I have to focus more on weight loss than toning.
I've decided I'm going to try the Couch to 5k Running Plan. I have no aspirations to run 1 K much less 5 of them, but I think being able to say I'm a "runner" sounds much cooler than "I walk really fast on my treadmill for exercise." Though I use the term "runner" very loosely and it really means "slow jogger".
I embarked on this voyage yesterday. And I lived. But I will say it was a close call with that last one. There were a few dicey moments after I was done on the treadmill where it could have gone either way: imminent death or live another day to do it again. Let's just say that before I started the first spurt of "running" I made sure the magnetic plug that we have to use on the treadmill to turn it on, was strapped to my shirt in case I went flying backwards, the treadmill would automatically turn itself off rather than eat me alive. I also made sure there was nothing that would knock me unconscious sitting behind the treadmill.
Surprisingly I did not fall off during the running portion of the workout. But I did keep my pace slow just to be safe.
The way this program works is basically as follows: For 3 days a week you walk/run for 20-30 minutes. The first week consists of walking briskly for 5 minutes, then alternating 90 seconds of walking and 60 seconds of jogging for a total of 20 minutes. Each week the times change (and you can find a full break-down of the weeks on the link I included above). The goal is to be able to run the full amount of time (which should be about 3 miles in distance) after 9 weeks of slowly working your way to that point.
Do I think I will be able to run 3 miles, 9 weeks from now? No. But I hope that my endurance will have built up and, more importantly, changing up my workout and increasing the intensity will result in more weight lost and more of a change in my body.
So now I'm off for day 2 of the workout.
Note to self: wear a sports bra. And lots and lots of deodorant.
I've decided I'm going to try the Couch to 5k Running Plan. I have no aspirations to run 1 K much less 5 of them, but I think being able to say I'm a "runner" sounds much cooler than "I walk really fast on my treadmill for exercise." Though I use the term "runner" very loosely and it really means "slow jogger".
I embarked on this voyage yesterday. And I lived. But I will say it was a close call with that last one. There were a few dicey moments after I was done on the treadmill where it could have gone either way: imminent death or live another day to do it again. Let's just say that before I started the first spurt of "running" I made sure the magnetic plug that we have to use on the treadmill to turn it on, was strapped to my shirt in case I went flying backwards, the treadmill would automatically turn itself off rather than eat me alive. I also made sure there was nothing that would knock me unconscious sitting behind the treadmill.
Surprisingly I did not fall off during the running portion of the workout. But I did keep my pace slow just to be safe.
The way this program works is basically as follows: For 3 days a week you walk/run for 20-30 minutes. The first week consists of walking briskly for 5 minutes, then alternating 90 seconds of walking and 60 seconds of jogging for a total of 20 minutes. Each week the times change (and you can find a full break-down of the weeks on the link I included above). The goal is to be able to run the full amount of time (which should be about 3 miles in distance) after 9 weeks of slowly working your way to that point.
Do I think I will be able to run 3 miles, 9 weeks from now? No. But I hope that my endurance will have built up and, more importantly, changing up my workout and increasing the intensity will result in more weight lost and more of a change in my body.
So now I'm off for day 2 of the workout.
Note to self: wear a sports bra. And lots and lots of deodorant.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Out of the mouths of 4 year old comedians
On Saturday we went, as a family, to get Keith some new clothes, mostly pants. I made Keith try them on before we bought them because the type of pants that he buys are notorious for not fitting right, even when they're the proper size. So Keith took Garrett with him into the dressing room to try everything on. As most dressing rooms are, these had no ceilings which made it very easy for many people in the store to hear what's being said behind closed doors. Especially when the person doing the talking is a 4 year old who doesn't understand volume control. Garrett asks Keith "Why do you not wear a shirt when you're sleeping? Why do you only wear underwear?" Of course I couldn't hear Keith's response, if he even responded. But later that evening he asked me if I heard what Garrett said. I gently told him, "Yes, I heard. Along with everyone else in the store." He was thrilled.
Cooper loves to crawl between Garrett's legs when Garrett is trying to do something on our Wii Fit board. Garrett hates this, as you can imagine. So when Cooper started doing this the other day, Garrett said "If you don't stop, I'm gonna brush your teeth!" I asked him what that meant exactly and he said, "Cooper doesn't have to brush his teeth, so I'm gonna make him." Of course Cooper has no teeth to brush at the moment, but Garrett doesn't care about that small technicality. The ironic thing is that Garrett seems to like to brush his teeth. He randomly will do so when he's in the bathroom at different points during the day.
Garrett and I were looking at some pictures of my family the other day and I was explaining that my siblings are my sisters and brothers just like Cooper is his brother. Garrett said "I don't want to be Cooper's brother. I want to be Christie and Jesse's brother." Christie and Jesse are my 2 youngest siblings. Apparently they're more appealing in this category than brother who drools alot.
Garrett saw a picture of my dad the other day. In the picture, my dad is holding a real snake. (He's not one of those snake-handling preachers, by the way. He was at some museum where they had a live snake people could hold.) Garrett said, "Who is that snake that Pawpaw is holding? Is that Jake? Did he turn into a snake?" Jake is his cousin. And no, I have no idea what that means, but Garrett thought it was a hilarious joke.
I'm obviously raising the next Jerry Seinfeld.
Cooper loves to crawl between Garrett's legs when Garrett is trying to do something on our Wii Fit board. Garrett hates this, as you can imagine. So when Cooper started doing this the other day, Garrett said "If you don't stop, I'm gonna brush your teeth!" I asked him what that meant exactly and he said, "Cooper doesn't have to brush his teeth, so I'm gonna make him." Of course Cooper has no teeth to brush at the moment, but Garrett doesn't care about that small technicality. The ironic thing is that Garrett seems to like to brush his teeth. He randomly will do so when he's in the bathroom at different points during the day.
Garrett and I were looking at some pictures of my family the other day and I was explaining that my siblings are my sisters and brothers just like Cooper is his brother. Garrett said "I don't want to be Cooper's brother. I want to be Christie and Jesse's brother." Christie and Jesse are my 2 youngest siblings. Apparently they're more appealing in this category than brother who drools alot.
Garrett saw a picture of my dad the other day. In the picture, my dad is holding a real snake. (He's not one of those snake-handling preachers, by the way. He was at some museum where they had a live snake people could hold.) Garrett said, "Who is that snake that Pawpaw is holding? Is that Jake? Did he turn into a snake?" Jake is his cousin. And no, I have no idea what that means, but Garrett thought it was a hilarious joke.
I'm obviously raising the next Jerry Seinfeld.
Monday, May 17, 2010
11 Months
First time to eat spaghettiOnly 1 short month to go until the big first birthday! I promise I will cease the monthly updates at that point!
Dear Cooper,
Today you are 11 months old. Your personality emerges more every day. You definitely have opinions about things, you get highly annoyed with people very quickly and let them know it. Just this morning, Garrett wouldn't give you back your sippy cup that you had thrown approximately 100 times while on our way home from grocery shopping. I happened to look back and see the glare that you gave him when he told you he wasn't giving it back. Yesterday, I was trying to put food on your tray for lunch, but I wasn't going fast enough so you banged your hands on the tray. I copied you and banged my hands on the tray, you reached out as if to hit me and yelled in my face. Oooh, boy. If this keeps up, you and I are going to have it out. And I will win. Mommas always win.
Here's what you're up to at 11 months:
You still have not walked yet. Anytime someone tries to stand you up in the floor, you immediately sit down.
You've stood alone 2 or 3 times, but mostly you sit down anytime it appears that you don't have something to hold on to.
You like to push your push-toy around the house and have pretty good control with it. Which leads me to believe you have better control of your balance than you show us.
You've finally started clapping your hands in the past couple of weeks. Now, anytime we say "Yay!!" you clap your hands.
You always wave when we say hi or bye, and sometimes you'll do it when other people wave at you, but not always.
You still have no teeth. I'm sure you'll be toothless on your birthday. But it doesn't stop you from eating things like small bites of steak. You LOVE meat.
You still get 4 bottles a day, but I've started cutting back the amount of formula in them and adding whole milk in order to get you adjusted to it. Once we're done with our current can of formula, you will be solely on whole milk. Then I'll tackle taking the bottles away completely. I don't think it will be too hard because you don't seem all that attached to them. You just want to eat.
You refuse to hold your own bottle and feed yourself, but you've started holding your own sippy cup, you just need to work on tipping it up in order to actually drink something.
You pull up all the time, on anything.
You love balls and have learned how to roll it, so we sit on the floor and roll the ball back and forth to each other. You usually have to sit sideways and hit it towards your back in order to get it going in the right direction.
You still sleep 11-12 hours at night. And take 2 naps a day, around 1-2 hours a piece.
You hate shoes and complain the entire time you're wearing them. I'm sure it doesn't help that you have fat feet, which makes them fit tighter. Your feet are shorter and fatter than Garrett's were at this age.
I can't believe the next time I post about you, it will be for your first birthday! It's gone by really fast!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Weight Loss Recap
I have finally, FINALLY hit the 20 pound weight loss mark. I know I could have been there weeks and weeks ago, but somewhere along the way, I've lost my motivation. Thankfully I'm not gaining any weight, but I'm certainly not losing anything either (save for half a pound this week which gave me the official 20 pound goal). It's so frustrating because I don't know how to regain my willpower to get back with a good weight loss routine, but I'm going to do my best. I had hoped I could lose 30 pounds by June, but I don't think that's going to happen. Unless I find my motivation and can maybe lose 10 pounds between now and the last day of June. That's feasible. But I won't get my hopes up because I'm not sure how to get back "the eye of the tiger." Wish me luck!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Seen and Heard Around the House
Garrett has inherited my klutz gene. Sorry son, but it's true. Last week, he tripped and fell in the driveway, skinning his knee, hand, and elbow. Yesterday, exactly one week after the accident, he fell in the yard, scraping the scabs off his knee and started bleeding all over again. In the midst of all the bleeding and scabbing during the week, I've discovered that Garrett still can't say Band-aid. He says "Bay bay." While I don't encourage this by saying it like he does, I don't correct him. I figure he has plenty of time ahead of him to pronounce it correctly, so I'm going to revel in "bay bay" cuteness for now.
Though Cooper is nearly 11 months old and well capable of holding his own bottle/sippy cup, he still refuses to do this. I usually put a sippy cup of water on the floor with him when he's playing in order to encourage him to figure out the holding and drinking process. On Sunday, I watched him as he drug his sippy cup across the floor, pulled up to the couch, set the cup on its side on the couch cushion and started drinking from it. I have to say if he can figure out how to get around holding his own cup, then he actually does have the ability to do so, he's just choosing not to based on the "baby of the family" principle.
We like "American Idol" at our house. For whatever reason, Garrett has decided that he is a fan of Casey James, a contestant on the show this season. While Keith and I both speak favorably of Casey, we are fans of Lee, another contestant. The other night when Casey was singing, Garrett said "He looks like a mom." I asked him to repeat himself because I wasn't sure I understood him. After he said it again, I asked him what that meant. Casey has long hair and that evening he had his hair in a ponytail, Garrett said "That thing on the back of his head. That makes him look like a mom." Apparently I wear my hair in a ponytail too much.
Though Cooper is nearly 11 months old and well capable of holding his own bottle/sippy cup, he still refuses to do this. I usually put a sippy cup of water on the floor with him when he's playing in order to encourage him to figure out the holding and drinking process. On Sunday, I watched him as he drug his sippy cup across the floor, pulled up to the couch, set the cup on its side on the couch cushion and started drinking from it. I have to say if he can figure out how to get around holding his own cup, then he actually does have the ability to do so, he's just choosing not to based on the "baby of the family" principle.
We like "American Idol" at our house. For whatever reason, Garrett has decided that he is a fan of Casey James, a contestant on the show this season. While Keith and I both speak favorably of Casey, we are fans of Lee, another contestant. The other night when Casey was singing, Garrett said "He looks like a mom." I asked him to repeat himself because I wasn't sure I understood him. After he said it again, I asked him what that meant. Casey has long hair and that evening he had his hair in a ponytail, Garrett said "That thing on the back of his head. That makes him look like a mom." Apparently I wear my hair in a ponytail too much.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I Will Carry You
This morning I had some errands that I needed to run. So I strapped the boys into the car and we headed to town. We stopped by the post office, picked up McDonald's for lunch (a special treat which we rarely do), and dropped some things off at our church. As we were heading back home to eat our lunch on the back porch, we got behind a funeral procession. That's not completely unusual. I'm sure most of you have had this happen from time to time. But rather than speculate whose grandma or grandpa had passed away, I knew who this funeral procession was for.
A junior high boy from our town.
I didn't know the boy, I've never met him or anyone in his family as far as I'm aware. I heard the story of his accidental death over the weekend and even helped with the food for the meal to be served to his family after the funeral was over (which was what we had dropped off at the church), but I didn't expect to actually see the funeral procession. The hearse carrying somebody's son whose life was cut way too short. The vehicles of many grieving family and friends.
It hit me a lot harder than any other funeral procession I've seen or even participated in. I'm sure it didn't help that Kris Allen's song "Live Like We're Dying" just happened to come on the radio, but I just sat in the car and cried and prayed for that family while I watched them drive to the cemetery.
Somedays I wish we knew the reasons why things happen. Why a 2 year old dies from cancer. Why a 13 year old boy dies in an accident. Why a 27 year old mom dies in a tornado. It is hard to comprehend why any of these scenerios are allowed to happen.
Over the weekend I read a book called "I Will Carry You" by Angie Smith. 2 years ago, she found out that the baby she was pregnant with was incompatible with life. She and her husband had to make some difficult decisions, but ultimately they chose to carry the baby to term and deliver her and hope for a miracle. I can't imagine what the last months of her pregnancy was like. Knowing that the baby moving inside you will never grow to be an adult. In the book, she shared all of the things she and her husband and their older daughters tried to do in order to live a full life for their daughter Audrey, during the months of her pregnancy. They took lots of trips and did lots of fun things, the whole while they would tell Audrey all about it while she was nestled safely in her mom's belly. Angie said she had never felt more close to her unborn babies than she did with her pregnancy with Audrey.
Angie chose to deliver the baby by c-section because her doctors told her Audrey would not survive a vaginal delivery, she was too fragile. They didn't know if she would even survive birth period, but Angie was willing to undergo surgery in order to have even a few brief moments with this daughter that she hadn't seen. Audrey lived for 2 and a half hours before she passed away. Reading this story was both heartbreaking, but also encouraging. Angie and her family lived through something that would break most of us, but they came out on the other side of it with their faith in tact.
Sometimes I wonder if God chose me to endure a life-changing, catastrophic event, would I come out on the other side of it without any bitterness?
I honestly don't know the answer to that.
A junior high boy from our town.
I didn't know the boy, I've never met him or anyone in his family as far as I'm aware. I heard the story of his accidental death over the weekend and even helped with the food for the meal to be served to his family after the funeral was over (which was what we had dropped off at the church), but I didn't expect to actually see the funeral procession. The hearse carrying somebody's son whose life was cut way too short. The vehicles of many grieving family and friends.
It hit me a lot harder than any other funeral procession I've seen or even participated in. I'm sure it didn't help that Kris Allen's song "Live Like We're Dying" just happened to come on the radio, but I just sat in the car and cried and prayed for that family while I watched them drive to the cemetery.
Somedays I wish we knew the reasons why things happen. Why a 2 year old dies from cancer. Why a 13 year old boy dies in an accident. Why a 27 year old mom dies in a tornado. It is hard to comprehend why any of these scenerios are allowed to happen.
Over the weekend I read a book called "I Will Carry You" by Angie Smith. 2 years ago, she found out that the baby she was pregnant with was incompatible with life. She and her husband had to make some difficult decisions, but ultimately they chose to carry the baby to term and deliver her and hope for a miracle. I can't imagine what the last months of her pregnancy was like. Knowing that the baby moving inside you will never grow to be an adult. In the book, she shared all of the things she and her husband and their older daughters tried to do in order to live a full life for their daughter Audrey, during the months of her pregnancy. They took lots of trips and did lots of fun things, the whole while they would tell Audrey all about it while she was nestled safely in her mom's belly. Angie said she had never felt more close to her unborn babies than she did with her pregnancy with Audrey.
Angie chose to deliver the baby by c-section because her doctors told her Audrey would not survive a vaginal delivery, she was too fragile. They didn't know if she would even survive birth period, but Angie was willing to undergo surgery in order to have even a few brief moments with this daughter that she hadn't seen. Audrey lived for 2 and a half hours before she passed away. Reading this story was both heartbreaking, but also encouraging. Angie and her family lived through something that would break most of us, but they came out on the other side of it with their faith in tact.
Sometimes I wonder if God chose me to endure a life-changing, catastrophic event, would I come out on the other side of it without any bitterness?
I honestly don't know the answer to that.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Mother's Day
This year, Mother's Day started on Friday. Keith brought home my Mother's Day gift, which was a surprise because I thought we were going furniture shopping as my Mother's Day gift. But instead, he gave me a Nook. (This is an e-book reader, where you can download books and read them rather than buying the actual book. It also has a web browser and the ability to listen to music.)
I've been on the fence about e-book readers for awhile now. I am a voracious book reader. I'm always in the middle of a book or two. I love to reread books multiple times, even going so far as pulling out books from my middle school and high school years and rereading them now, like Babysitter's Club and the Mandie series. I never thought I would want my books in electronic form, but I started researching the different e-book readers on the market and became intrigued by the concept. I mentioned to Keith one day last week that I was starting to come around about getting a Nook (he had wanted to get me one for my birthday last year but I told him no.) So he surprised me when he came home from work on Friday with the Nook.
Most of the books you can find are much cheaper in the e-versions than a hard copy and you can find many books for really cheap or even free. So far I've downloaded 2 books where I've paid full price for the e-version. I've also downloaded some classics like "Little Women" for free and "Wuthering Heights" for 99 cents. You never know what kind of deals you might find.
Anyway, back to my Mother's Day weekend. Saturday was spent mowing and weedeating our yard. I actually like this process and do a lot of the mowing myself. Since we have an acre and a half, it takes us over 3 hours to mow and weedeat the entire lot. Keith and I took turns working in the yard while the other one played with the boys. Then we moved our living room furniture around which I'm really loving. Our living room has limited arrangements for our furniture due to the way it's set up, but I feel like our new arrangement makes everything feel more open and homey. We also hung 5 pictures that have been waiting forever to be put in their proper spots. Then we went out for supper to "On the Border". It was a nice dinner and a fun day.
On Sunday morning, we went to church where we dedicated Cooper. (For those of you unfamiliar with what exactly that means, we just went forward as a family, with other families who have kids 1 year and under, and our pastor prayed for all the families and our kids and asked our church family to also pray for all of us that we would continue to raise our kids in a godly home and make church a priority. Then they gave each child a Bible and a Baby Dedication certificate. Our pastor also wrote a letter to each child and sealed it up with a note on the front that they are to open it on their 13th birthday. I'm intrigued as to what it may say.) After services, we picked up some fast food for lunch. I'm not a fan of eating out on "big" Sundays when everyone else goes out to eat. I don't like waiting forever for a table, especially with little kids who are hungry and cranky. So it was nice to eat a hamburger in our kitchen and then relax. When Cooper took a nap, Keith and I watched the movie "Brothers" while Garrett watched a movie on his portable DVD player in his room.
This was a very nice weekend and a great Mother's Day. I pray for all of you moms out there, that you were celebrated in a special way and that you feel refreshed and ready to jump back into Mommy world. I also pray for all of you who are longing and hoping and praying to be a mom. I will join you in praying for you on your journey towards that goal. I pray that by next Mother's Day, you will truly be able to celebrate your own induction into motherhood.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Swimming Lessons
Swimming lessons: Are they a vital piece of the growing-up puzzle or just one more thing on the to-do list? I'm debating this thought currently as the time has come to sign up for lessons, if we're going to do so. When I was about Garrett's age, I vaguely remember taking swimming lessons at our town pool. I know I did not know how to swim by the end of those lessons, but I felt more comfortable being in the water. I eventually taught myself how to swim in our neighbor's pool when I was middle school age. I'm certainly not an expert, but I could save myself if necessary (and hopefully my child as well.) I'm somewhat of the opinion that most of us are capable of teaching ourselves to swim once we get to the point where we're interested in doing so.
*Sidenote: We do not have a pool, nor do we have a neighbor with a pool, nor do we have any friends with pools. So the odds of us being somewhere with a pool where Garrett may have the possibility of falling in are slim to none. If any of those were the case for us, I wouldn't even question swimming lessons, he would be signed up in a heartbeat. One of Keith's clients lost one of his 3 year old twins in a drowning accident last week in their personal pool, so I know it happens. All the time.
I'm curious what everyone else thinks and what you have done with your kids or what you plan to do and maybe whether or not you, personally, took swim lessons as a kid. Garrett isn't afraid of water, so I wouldn't see swimming lessons being necessary in order to get him over a fear of water or getting used to the water. He's always excited if there's a possibility of swimming (like in the case of a hotel pool or my parents' neighborhood pool.)
Another debate I'm having is this: if you're going to do swimming lessons, then do you go to a group lesson or do private lessons? I'm leaning towards the idea that private lessons would probably result in a better knowledge of swimming by the end of the period than group lessons, especially since Garrett would be grouped with other kids his age who would be more likely to play around every chance they got.
My last problem is that we do not have a public pool close by where we can sign up for lessons. The closest one is in a town roughly 20 minutes away, and let's just say that this town doesn't have the best reputation so I would be a bit apprehensive about the other kids attending the lessons. There are a couple of individuals that I've heard about who offer group and private lessons in their homes, so those are also possibilities.
The best part of all of this is that if I do get Garrett signed up for swimming lessons, I'll get to go hang out at the pool with Cooper every day, for 8 days, and try to keep him entertained without getting in the water. That should be interesting.
*Sidenote: We do not have a pool, nor do we have a neighbor with a pool, nor do we have any friends with pools. So the odds of us being somewhere with a pool where Garrett may have the possibility of falling in are slim to none. If any of those were the case for us, I wouldn't even question swimming lessons, he would be signed up in a heartbeat. One of Keith's clients lost one of his 3 year old twins in a drowning accident last week in their personal pool, so I know it happens. All the time.
I'm curious what everyone else thinks and what you have done with your kids or what you plan to do and maybe whether or not you, personally, took swim lessons as a kid. Garrett isn't afraid of water, so I wouldn't see swimming lessons being necessary in order to get him over a fear of water or getting used to the water. He's always excited if there's a possibility of swimming (like in the case of a hotel pool or my parents' neighborhood pool.)
Another debate I'm having is this: if you're going to do swimming lessons, then do you go to a group lesson or do private lessons? I'm leaning towards the idea that private lessons would probably result in a better knowledge of swimming by the end of the period than group lessons, especially since Garrett would be grouped with other kids his age who would be more likely to play around every chance they got.
My last problem is that we do not have a public pool close by where we can sign up for lessons. The closest one is in a town roughly 20 minutes away, and let's just say that this town doesn't have the best reputation so I would be a bit apprehensive about the other kids attending the lessons. There are a couple of individuals that I've heard about who offer group and private lessons in their homes, so those are also possibilities.
The best part of all of this is that if I do get Garrett signed up for swimming lessons, I'll get to go hang out at the pool with Cooper every day, for 8 days, and try to keep him entertained without getting in the water. That should be interesting.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Random Monday
~On Friday, I took Cooper to the doctor because he was doing the "barking cough". If any of you parents have experienced croup with your kids, then you know what I'm talking about. If your kids have never had croup, then you suck. Kidding, though I'm jealous because it's not all that fun to deal with. Garrett had it many, many times, but he's finally reached the age where it's not a problem for him anymore. Oh the joy that we have another child who will now follow in his croup-footsteps. Cooper not only had the croup but he also had an ear infection that I was unaware of. We caught it early, so that was good. He's been on an antibiotic (for ear infection) and prednisone (for croup). Friday night and Saturday night were exhausting because he was up and down with the cough and just overall not feeling well. Last night, we finally got a good night's sleep. Here's hoping for a healthy week. (Since he was sick, I didn't weigh-in on Friday and have yet to weigh and see what's going on. I'll probably just wait until this Friday to do another weight loss recap.)
~On Friday night before I gave Cooper any sort of Tylenol or Motrin for his ear, I found out that there's been a major recall of most infant Tylenol and Motrin products, along with children's Benedryl. Thankfully after checking the info (which you can do here) I discovered out of the 3 containers of infant Tylenol, 2 infant Motrin, and 1 Children's Benedryl (over 2/3 used up) that we had in our cabinet, only 1 of the Motrin was not recalled. So this is a pretty big deal. Today I went to Walmart to stock up on those meds (and had all the recalled lot numbers written down to insure I didn't buy them). They had completely cleared all the products from the shelves and all that was left were generic brands, so I bought them instead. (I'm OCD about having medicine on hand like this just to be sure we have what we need when someone inevitably spikes a fever in the middle of the night, or has a weird allergic reaction to something random.) There was an employee checking the shelves to be sure everything was cleared and she told me to bring all of my recalled medicines to Customer Service and they would refund my money, including the ones that have already been partially used. (I have 2 boxes that haven't even been opened yet.) So, now you know what to do with your recalled medicines. Don't throw them away, take them back to wherever you bought them and get some sort of refund.
~While grocery shopping at Walmart this morning, Cooper decided it would be fun to start grabbing things out of the cart and throwing them on the ground. That was all well and good (though I explicitly told him "no" after each toss and tried to move things out of his reach-which is impossible when you have an overflowing cart...) but as we were walking out to the car with a cart full of (purchased) groceries, Cooper reaches back, grabs a bag and hurls it into the parking lot. Of course it was the bag with a dozen and a half of eggs. 6 eggs survived the toss.
~Back when the Twilight book series first came out, I remember thinking how crazy people were about these silly books. But when I started hearing about my "normal" friends who were sucked into the Twilight vortex, I got a little curious about them. I happened to be at Target one day and they had the first book in the series on sale, so I bought it on a whim with some birthday money. I fell in love with the book within the first chapter or two and went on to buy the rest of the series and read them all (twice). When "Twilight" came out in the movie theater, I went to see it (by myself. All my "normal", Twilight-loving friends had already seen it and I didn't think Keith would be remotely interested in going with me.) Well, "New Moon" (which is the second movie of the series) came out on video recently and I added it to my Blockbuster queue at random. Last Friday, it happened to show up in the mailbox. Normally I would have just watched it one afternoon during naptime, but since it arrived over the weekend, I thought I would see if Keith wanted to watch it when nothing else was on one evening. He agreed, so I gave him a brief rundown of book #1 so he wouldn't be completely lost (and it's really hard to explain these books briefly without sounding weird, I must admit.) He actually liked it ok and, sadly, became a fan of Jacob. If you've never read these books or watched the movies, then you have no clue what that means. But if you have, I must say that the movie is much more empathetic toward Jacob than the books were, so I can see why he felt that way. He just kept saying "Why would she pick a vampire? I'd much rather hang with a werewolf instead." Men. They don't understand the appeal of Edward, apparently. So maybe I'll actually talk him into going to see movie number 3 when it comes out this summer. Assuming there's nothing else out worth watching, of course.
~And finally, a knock-knock joke from Garrett.
Garrett: Knock knock
Me: Who's there?
Garrett: Leah
Me: Leah who?
Garrett: Leah John
Me: Who's Leah John?
Garrett: I don't know
~On Friday night before I gave Cooper any sort of Tylenol or Motrin for his ear, I found out that there's been a major recall of most infant Tylenol and Motrin products, along with children's Benedryl. Thankfully after checking the info (which you can do here) I discovered out of the 3 containers of infant Tylenol, 2 infant Motrin, and 1 Children's Benedryl (over 2/3 used up) that we had in our cabinet, only 1 of the Motrin was not recalled. So this is a pretty big deal. Today I went to Walmart to stock up on those meds (and had all the recalled lot numbers written down to insure I didn't buy them). They had completely cleared all the products from the shelves and all that was left were generic brands, so I bought them instead. (I'm OCD about having medicine on hand like this just to be sure we have what we need when someone inevitably spikes a fever in the middle of the night, or has a weird allergic reaction to something random.) There was an employee checking the shelves to be sure everything was cleared and she told me to bring all of my recalled medicines to Customer Service and they would refund my money, including the ones that have already been partially used. (I have 2 boxes that haven't even been opened yet.) So, now you know what to do with your recalled medicines. Don't throw them away, take them back to wherever you bought them and get some sort of refund.
~While grocery shopping at Walmart this morning, Cooper decided it would be fun to start grabbing things out of the cart and throwing them on the ground. That was all well and good (though I explicitly told him "no" after each toss and tried to move things out of his reach-which is impossible when you have an overflowing cart...) but as we were walking out to the car with a cart full of (purchased) groceries, Cooper reaches back, grabs a bag and hurls it into the parking lot. Of course it was the bag with a dozen and a half of eggs. 6 eggs survived the toss.
~Back when the Twilight book series first came out, I remember thinking how crazy people were about these silly books. But when I started hearing about my "normal" friends who were sucked into the Twilight vortex, I got a little curious about them. I happened to be at Target one day and they had the first book in the series on sale, so I bought it on a whim with some birthday money. I fell in love with the book within the first chapter or two and went on to buy the rest of the series and read them all (twice). When "Twilight" came out in the movie theater, I went to see it (by myself. All my "normal", Twilight-loving friends had already seen it and I didn't think Keith would be remotely interested in going with me.) Well, "New Moon" (which is the second movie of the series) came out on video recently and I added it to my Blockbuster queue at random. Last Friday, it happened to show up in the mailbox. Normally I would have just watched it one afternoon during naptime, but since it arrived over the weekend, I thought I would see if Keith wanted to watch it when nothing else was on one evening. He agreed, so I gave him a brief rundown of book #1 so he wouldn't be completely lost (and it's really hard to explain these books briefly without sounding weird, I must admit.) He actually liked it ok and, sadly, became a fan of Jacob. If you've never read these books or watched the movies, then you have no clue what that means. But if you have, I must say that the movie is much more empathetic toward Jacob than the books were, so I can see why he felt that way. He just kept saying "Why would she pick a vampire? I'd much rather hang with a werewolf instead." Men. They don't understand the appeal of Edward, apparently. So maybe I'll actually talk him into going to see movie number 3 when it comes out this summer. Assuming there's nothing else out worth watching, of course.
~And finally, a knock-knock joke from Garrett.
Garrett: Knock knock
Me: Who's there?
Garrett: Leah
Me: Leah who?
Garrett: Leah John
Me: Who's Leah John?
Garrett: I don't know
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