These are two examples of why Sesame Street rocks, and why we allow Jack to watch it 187 times every day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyabxJ15KGI
http://www.livevideo.com/video/70D68AD20E6A4D41864F47D384464979/sesame-street-disco-d.aspx
PS - Don't watch these if you don't want them stuck in your head. I sang Disco D out loud all the way through Target yesterday.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Bribery
(Note - new pictures on Flickr)
We're big fans of bribery at our house. It hasn't always worked, but more often than not it helps us get Jack to do something he doesn't really want to do.
We're big fans of bribery at our house. It hasn't always worked, but more often than not it helps us get Jack to do something he doesn't really want to do.
Case in point - sleeping in his room. We have tried almost everything to get him to sleep, as our dedicated readers well know (I won't shut up about it). About a week ago I told Jack that if he slept in his big boy room all night for two nights he would get a reward - a ride on the Lightrail Train. He LOVES the Lightrail, so this was a big deal. He talked about our deal alot, but didn't actually stay in his room until Thursday and Friday nights. But we'll take it - he stayed ALL NIGHT. This is a huge deal for him - hasn't done that in months. So Saturday evening we rode it all the way to the end of the line (downtown Minneapolis), got off and had dinner, then got back on and rode home. He was thrilled.
Also of note - Grandpa and Uncle Ry Ry are in town! We had a trip to Target with Ry Ry, a belated birthday party for Grandpa, a romp around the backyard with both of them, and then our Lightrail adventure. It was a big day.
A picture run-down of the day:
Grandpa birthday
The New Monkey Bars
Jack's Ticket to Ride
On the "Trainey"
The Winner - a lady on the train gave her "winner" medal (which she earned in a pub crawl) to Jackson
Friday, August 8, 2008
1990 was a great year...
...so great, in fact, that I decided to relive two of its highlights today.
In 1990 (or something like that) I went with my mom to get my ears pierced. A normal rite of passage for a pre-teen. On the way there we discussed one of my mom's more interesting students that year - a boy named Mickey Bababacov. I loved his name and would say it over and over because it was fun. Anyway, I don't remember being nervous about the piercings UNTIL the lady that was going to do it approached me with the needle-gun thing and her hand was shaking wildly and she said "this is my first time doing this so I'm a little nervous." An alarm goes off in your head when you think you are at risk of having a needle put through your head or eye or something. That's the last I remember of the piercing. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor looking up at my mom, with the shaky-lady peering over her shoulder at me, looking even more shaky than before. They were making me count backwards, say the ABCs and do some other random exercises to make sure I wasn't brain dead from my "episode." My mom got a smile on her face as she thought of one final question.
"Jamie, what is Mickey's last name?"
"Mouse" I said.
"Oh good!" said Shaky-Lady. "Oh no!" said my mom.
"Oh....I mean, Bababacov" I said.
"She's fine" my mom said. Shaky-Lady looked confused as we exited.
My ear piercings lasted less than a year, as I remember. I kept having to take them out for sports practices, so the holes closed up. I have been threatening ever since to get them re-pierced, but never did.
Until today.
I stepped into Claire's, pushed my way past the dozen or so tweens buying bubblegum flavored lip-gloss and whatnot, swallowed my pride and approached the sales person (who called me "hon") and asked for my ears to be pierced. She asked for my ID, which my husband of 6 years had to retrieve from the stroller containing our second born son. She didn't think that was as ironic as I did.
Anyway, my ears are now re-pierced. Go me. And if I had waited for 3.5 hours I could have seen the New Kids on the Block perform right there in the Mall of America. I have seen them in concert before - back in 1990. Great year.
In 1990 (or something like that) I went with my mom to get my ears pierced. A normal rite of passage for a pre-teen. On the way there we discussed one of my mom's more interesting students that year - a boy named Mickey Bababacov. I loved his name and would say it over and over because it was fun. Anyway, I don't remember being nervous about the piercings UNTIL the lady that was going to do it approached me with the needle-gun thing and her hand was shaking wildly and she said "this is my first time doing this so I'm a little nervous." An alarm goes off in your head when you think you are at risk of having a needle put through your head or eye or something. That's the last I remember of the piercing. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor looking up at my mom, with the shaky-lady peering over her shoulder at me, looking even more shaky than before. They were making me count backwards, say the ABCs and do some other random exercises to make sure I wasn't brain dead from my "episode." My mom got a smile on her face as she thought of one final question.
"Jamie, what is Mickey's last name?"
"Mouse" I said.
"Oh good!" said Shaky-Lady. "Oh no!" said my mom.
"Oh....I mean, Bababacov" I said.
"She's fine" my mom said. Shaky-Lady looked confused as we exited.
My ear piercings lasted less than a year, as I remember. I kept having to take them out for sports practices, so the holes closed up. I have been threatening ever since to get them re-pierced, but never did.
Until today.
I stepped into Claire's, pushed my way past the dozen or so tweens buying bubblegum flavored lip-gloss and whatnot, swallowed my pride and approached the sales person (who called me "hon") and asked for my ears to be pierced. She asked for my ID, which my husband of 6 years had to retrieve from the stroller containing our second born son. She didn't think that was as ironic as I did.
Anyway, my ears are now re-pierced. Go me. And if I had waited for 3.5 hours I could have seen the New Kids on the Block perform right there in the Mall of America. I have seen them in concert before - back in 1990. Great year.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Trade-in
Quote from Jack, upon seeing Chuck come in after working in the yard:
"I want a new Daddy because this one is too dirty."
"I want a new Daddy because this one is too dirty."
Monday, August 4, 2008
Baby Small Toes
Jack decided last week that the baby on the Swaddlers box was actually Ryker. This picture doesn't do it justice - it really DOES look like him.
Okay, you'll just have to trust me on that one.
Okay, you'll just have to trust me on that one.
Jack also decided to call Ryker "Baby Small Toes," which he says in a sing-songy voice to him all the time. This is especially funny because Ryker has the HUGEST hands and feet you've ever seen on a baby that size. It's a little freakish, in an ape-like-feet-that-only-a-mother-could-love sort of way. Kidding. Sort of.
Other recent Jack revelations:
Daddy goes to a place called a Drink Store and buys Momma lots of drinks, and if Jack is good in said store, he gets a very special treat called a lollipop. Drink Store = Liquor Store, in case you were wondering...He can "just 'tend" that his toothpaste is medicine. Not sure why that is so entertaining, but it is...He still doesn't need to sleep in his big boy room - "our" room is more comfortable...Bugs deserve to drown...When Momma's "belly isn't delicate anymore" she can pick him up at the zoo so he can see the animals...Pita chips and hummus are his favorites...
There are more but I'm forgetting them now. Oh well. Off to feed Baby Small Toes.
Friday, August 1, 2008
And it begins...
"Zooooooooooooom! Ah boo boo boo. AHHHH.....boo boo boo...Buzzz-ooop! Smile - smile - smile!"
This monologue will be heard in our house several hundred times every day for the next couple months - until the thrill of Ryker's first smiles wear off.
That's right. The little dude broke into a HUGE smile last night! We're still working on photographic confirmation - I'll post once I have it.
This monologue will be heard in our house several hundred times every day for the next couple months - until the thrill of Ryker's first smiles wear off.
That's right. The little dude broke into a HUGE smile last night! We're still working on photographic confirmation - I'll post once I have it.
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