Scary

We figured Davis already gains super-human strength and turns green when he's mad, so why not dress him as The Hulk? That and our friends the Harmons had a costume they let us borrow. But that was last weekend's church party - tonight he was actually a frog. Any other year it would have been great for trick or treating except it was in the 70's and he just wanted to run… in his fuzzy costume with a hood. And when Davis is hot, he's a lot like The Hulk. Only he doesn't help people or throw around bad guys. He just gets mad. So, we ended up with an unreasonable frog, no "treats", and a very early night with our unattended bowl of candy ravaged by neighborhood kids. We even got "tricked", but it's not worth typing about.

Hi?

So, I decided to make it a good 4 months since the last post. Just to see how many family members would harass us. I had to be strong. But it was great to look at everyone else's blog in the meanwhile, and wonder when something would happen in our lives... It's been so long, I now hate Oatmeal Squares.

Eric turned 3 in dentalstudent years and 28 in regular people years on April 24th and had the sorriest birthday week ever. I shame the birthday week tradition. He had finals and I had no excuse. I did give him a uber-cool U2 book that he was quite surprised by and quoted Bono in one of his lessons at church. But that was just one of the days and there are supposed to be 7 days of celebration. Oh, yeah we went to dinner on his birthday, too.

I went to church girl's camp as nurse in June and got to be a teenager again - though I don't condone teen pregnancy. The Marjeanator got to come watch Davis while I was gone and got to be a tired mother of a toddler again.

We all went to the Texas coast to be with my parents. Davis went nuts for the beach. As in chasing waves without caution and sticking bananas in the sand. You gotta be nuts to still want to eat a sandy banana. Many beautiful moon lit walks and sandy diapers and we were all spent at the end of each day.

Davis has been kissing again. Actually, he just takes the sides of my head and mashes his face against mine. It kind of hurts and sometimes it gets a little intense (headbutting, grabbing my neck and sticking thumbs into the carotid arteries...). But it's sweet pain. We don't know where he gets his passion - Eric and I must be keeping the romance alive...

Before Breakfast

Jenny - (Greco-Roman diaper changing Davis) I think I found a solution to our mail problem.
Eric - (popping head out of pantry) What? I didn't hear you.
Jenny - (speaking louder since Davis is yelling) I think I found a solution to our mail problem.
Eric - What male problem? (re-entering pantry)
Jenny - (not seeing Eric re-enter pantry, pointing toward piled mail) OUR mail problem.
Eric - (from inside pantry) I wasn't aware we had a male problem. Are we talking about me or Davis?

This was before breakfast so I guess the 8 hours of fasting was keeping us from the almost telepathic communication Eric and I usually have. But if you're wondering what my new favorite cereal is, it's Oatmeal Squares. And, yes, it is sold at Costco. It stays crunchy for a long time and it'll keep your colon rollin'. I could probably eat cold cereal 3 meals a day, and that's no exaggeration. But I don't want to create "male" problems in our house, so I make meals with some of the other foods groups. I usually get the hint from Eric when we go to a friend's house for dinner and he says, "we should have that more often."

Leave the diaper, take the Connoli

We spent last week in St. Louis for Eric's dental school rotation in a clinic. In spite of the rain coming down and the floods coming up, we found a lot to do with Davis - an indoor mall (don't get me started on outdoor malls in intemperate regions) with a play ground, Chuck E. Cheese's, and the awesome Magic House. The Fitz's decided to fly in from Las Vegas and the Detroit Livingston's minivan-ed it at the end of the week. Davis actually loved being around the cousins which is a total 180 from Thanksgiving, but he would still give them a little love push in the head every once in a while. It snowed on Easter, but stopped long enough to have an egg hunt in the front yard. Davis didn't care about the eggs or candy - he just kept running back and forth like a liberated cage monkey. We loved having the whole schlemiel together since we know it won't be easy, but wonderful, with twin-mania on the way!

I had to join the witness protection program after taking a picture of an unruly Miami mob boss, but it was totally worth it. This studly suit made him climbing over/under pews at church completely acceptable (except with his mother).

Our little Tiger and Rat are getting older

This week our niece Kaytlin and nephew Trenten turned 10 & 12 and life is moving too fast. I just hope they don't rush into adolescence and forget who's the boss of them. They are way to precious to miss out on any kidhood - car payments and taxes stink! But they get to go to Disneyland next week and I don't think they'll be doing any growing up on Mickey's watch...

I feel like it's a holiday today 'cause I found out Amtrak goes to Chicago in style (wink, wink Jeannette). Here are some other things I've been excited about (watch out, I'm going to start sounding like an infomercial).

Neti pots - a less attractive thing you can do right in the comfort of your own bathroom... I call it going #3. It's like a nice drowning sensation, but makes you feel like you have extra room in your head to grow brain matter. My sinuses actually thanked me for using it. It was supposedly on Oprah, so it has to be galactically awesome.

Costco.com.tradein/recycleyourjunkthatyouletyourtoddlerplaywithcausetheywanttoplaywiththeexpensivestuff - if you're a member of Costco (or know one), you can figure out if you qualify to trade in old electronics for Costco-bucks (like a Schrute-buck, but GREEN) or just recycle it for free. Stumbled on it while looking for more electronic junk to collect.

Unbreaded chicken nuggets - this one also brought to us by Costco. Davis is a fan, which means I am as well - even if it does look like the creepy skin on a vulture's head.

New outdoor lighting - we have the same lights that the builder installed and, no offense, but I'm sure they weren't pretty when the were new 17 years ago either. We get to do some home improvement over Spring Break, which is what those college kids going to Florida really had in mind. Maybe we'll even be able to barbecue... something CRAZY!

Spending a week out of this beautiful mess - we are all going to St. Louis next week for Eric's rural rotation and get to see Eric's parents, Amy & Ryan, Kevin & Emma & kids, and four walls other than our own. If only it were in a warmer part of the world... I don't think we'd come back.(okay it's not that bad, but give us some hope, local weatherman)

At Costco

Shopping for Eric's glasses:

Eric - (trying on rectangular glasses) What do ya think?

Jenny - Not bad.

Eric - (putting on some ovaly frames) What about these?

Jenny - Not quite right for your face.

Eric - (trying on a ovaly-rectangular pair) How do they all compare?

Jenny - (looking over, trying on glasses as well) Umm... those seem narrower, like they're not wide enough for your head. Are you trying glasses from the kid section?

Eric - (looking confused at me through ovaly-rectangular glasses) These are my glasses - that I've had for the last 4 years...

To be fair, I didn't have my glasses on.

And now it's a miracle. I can wear contacts again. I've always thought that I just had dry eyes and I had to endure discomfort or use glasses. The eye-guy told me that the contacts were over-rotating all this time, whatever that means. But boom! goes the dynamite and I can see without having a blink fest every time. It was very necessary since Davis bent my frames to the point they fall off in my spaghetti when I look down.

The Met, but colder

I was on my cell phone when I went through the Sonic drive-through the other day. When I was paying for my smoothie fix, the drive-through technician had this weird look on her face as she handed me my change. She ended up keeping a few dollars and the "weird" look might have been guilt. She does work at Sonic and a girl's gotta pay the rent. I think she thought I wouldn't notice since I was on my phone. But joke's on her - I wasn't really engrossed in my conversation (don't worry it wasn't with you), I'm just horrible with simple addition/subtraction. Just ask Eric every time we play Scrabble and he has to re-count my scoring.

So, the "weird" look could have been confusion. Like the look on my face just now as Davis was pushing me around the house at ball-point (not the type of pen, he was using it like a weapon). I would really love to know what he wants, but I'm going stop wishing that he could talk. I'm sure he will be heard.


You may be wondering when van Gogh used bits of fruit in his art. Well, he didn't. That is the fabulous I Can't Believe It's Snowing Again by D.E. Livingston. A lot of "gay abandon" going on in his works. And then he can eat it 'cause it's colored tapioca pudding. Functional art.

I would post this in 3D, if I could

I took Eric to U2 3D at the IMAX theater for Valentine's Day Eve and, if you know Eric, that is the most romantic thing I could ever do next to taking him to #2 an actual U2 concert #1 Bono's secret rock star lair for a private concert. Combined, Eric and I have been to 3 U2 concerts, just never together. Walking into the theater a little late was like flashes of science fiction - the light of the massive screen reflecting off 3D glasses, everyone staring straight ahead brainwashed into thinking The Edge's 20 ft "axe" was going to land on their laps. It was awesome, if you get the chance. If my life were in movie format, I would pick U2's music for my soundtrack. But my life would have to be a lot more interesting to be in movie format. Right now it's kinda like the movie Groundhog Day for a stay-at-home mom. I guess that movie would be called Mother's Day, without the perks of the holiday but the bonus of feeling recognized once a year.

Anyway, to kick the romance up a notch at the "concert," I brought along some bottled IBC root beer (outside beverage, I know). Not so conspicuous, especially if the cup holders are almost bottomless and everyone thinks you're tipsy-clumsy. From now on we'll just save the IBC for other romantic settings. On the way home we were discussing what would have happened if my bottle had exploded, like in the beer commercial. You know, the one where the guys take the bottles of beer to the opera and they burst when the super-soprano hits that note...

Jenny - "What note is that?" (followed by trial high note)

Eric - "I think it's a high note, but also it has to be sustained for a while in order to actually crack glass..."

Jenny - (holding bottle up, longer trial high note)

Eric - "I don't-"

Jenny - (more trial high notes)

Eric - "-think you're gonna-"

Jenny - (even higher, longer trial high note)

Eric - "get there. Sometimes your voice hurts my ears."

silence

Jenny - (more trial high notes)

Eric - "Whoa, hey, I think I misspoke. It must be short, low notes..." (demonstrates, bass "eh")

That's love.

To Every Groundhog, There is Eventually a Shadow

We're all about opposites around here. It was 73 degrees (!?!) here on Monday and Wednesday Eric had a snow day from school. The kitchen was spotless yesterday morning and now looks like some food gypsies came and made a 7 course meal. Davis is content with our parenting one minute, running in place and flailing in protest the next (we hear this one is normal).

Just about every night while laying in bed, exhausted from wrangling our little cow-poke, Eric and I review how blessed we are by Davis. Right now Davis loves to build with his mega blocks. If there's anything that he wants to do that's not within the realm of "safe," usually we can dump out the block basket and he'll come running. He will start building as if he can't help himself, MUST BUILD... Davis is dissatisfied with his current height. We find him at curious levels, now that he's climbing, whether he's just getting taller or gets something to stand on, it's put us on constant alert. It actually looks like we're expecting a flood - everything is above 36 inches. He now jumps off the stairs (see K to the IWI) onto the couch and wears himself out pinballing between the pillows. Since he only speaks an obscure dialect of Oinkus Latinous (Tscha!), he will drag us by whatever he can grab (i.e. pants, fingers, collar, foot) to whatever he wants. What he usually wants is a banana. Sometimes we buy a ton in case of emergency, but they have to be a little green. Apparently, the last bunch was a little too green and never ripened. That was a harry 48 hours as Davis detoxed and I held onto the hope they would get a little more yellow. I even tested one and, nope, kinda chalky. Davis saw this test and snatched it. He wasn't impressed either. Don't buy green bananas.

But it can't get any better that being rewarded by blown kisses when we say "I love you." Then again, he blew kisses when he heard those words on the radio. davis (n.): BOY.

One of seven...million...

Write 7 random things , "tag" seven people, blah, blah, blah...put links to their blog, and make a comment on said blog letting them know they're fair game on the playground.

• I think gymnasts should stop wearing scrunchies. Eric wonders why magicians need to look creepy weird.
• I cringe when someone says their going "down" to somewhere when it's really east or their going "up there" when it's south geographically. Eric elbows me every time someone mixes up, "I could care less..." because he, apparently, "couldn't care less."
• I used to be fascinated by old prisons. It started with a field trip to the old Idaho State Penitentiary. I finally made it to the Mecca, Alcatraz, and I was like Augustus Gloop let loose in the Chocolate Factory. I left my family in the dust when we got there and they were worried about me being lost. But what they should have been worried about was me being that into prisons at age 10. I even got a shirt that said "Alcatraz Penitentiary: Swim Team" and wore it with pride. Eric loves Shark Week on Discovery Channel and he thinks orcas are awesome.
• I could sleep 12 hours every night. Eric knows every episode of Saved by the Bell.
• I went to a Boyz II Men concert when I was 13 and thought I was pretty tough. That was in my baggy jeans and oversized T-shirt/flannel phase. Kinda looked like Kurt Cobain but my hair was longer. In 9th grade, Eric had Hugh Grant hair (Notting Hill style - flowing locks, almost a bowl cut...).
• I was almost an art historian. I dream about living in Greece for a month just to take in the history, the food, the Windex-loving culture... Eric would love to be a radio sports talk show host - any sport, any level.
• We have been known to take conversations about Harry Potter to depths that no literate pre-teen has...

I tag Marjeanator and Clyde (separately), Stephanie, Mary, Godric Gryffindor, Craig, and Tina Fey.