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I have finally done it.  Those of you who really know me, in a strange way, know that I have needed this for way too long.  Long story involving an eight year old, a jump rope, a bike and a roller racer.  I am one reason why production of these has ceased.

Well, today was a glorious day for me.  Here is an actual picture of what I had shoved in my mouth.  All went well and it was very fast.  I went to my neighbor’s work and she was kind enough to give me some laughing gas.  Foolishly I did not fill my vicodin prescription, thinking i was tough.  Hence, I sent Andy running to the drug store when we got home.

I am thrilled.

After hitting her bottom on something, “Daddy, kiss my butt!”

She still does diapers at night and nap time, usually waking up with a large poopy diaper both times. After nap time today I said, “Man, where is all this poop coming from?” Addy responds, “Ummm, from my butt!”

i love genius playlists. Apparently it has better taste in music than I do.

Speaking of music..check out these albums if you don’t have them:

The Glow Pt. 2 - The Microphones

Visiter- The Dodos

Prospect Hummer- Animal Collective & Vashti Bunyan

Bee Hives- Broken Social Scene

Skeletal Lamping- Of Montreal

All of their albums- The Flaming Lips

Andy and I have both been working pretty hard lately.  So, yesterday was a well deserved treat of a day, our first off in many.  I was on call but thankfully not needed.  First off we slept in till 10am (so did our kids!).  Then we headed to the Seattle Aquarium for a couple hours.  Despite a horrible time finding parking, (curse Seattle), the Aquarium was great.   Addy is at a fun age to really enjoy it.  She was enamored with the jellyfish.  She couldn’t even bring herself to touch the starfish in the marine “petting zoo.”

Here’s to pumpkin spice lattes, seals, rainy days with family, and making money while having fun.

Most importantly, the savory knowledge that my daughter did not pee her pants the entire time.   She definitely got a prize for that one.

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Stoner baby.

Harvey Karp would be proud.

tired kids. yes, she was bribed with a candy.

Growing up in church we had to call Halloween “fall festival” due to the inherent evil-ness. Isn’t that weird?  We always trick or treated though, always with huge pillowcases.  We actually contemplated going to a neighborhood church’s fall festival, for the bouncy house and $1 hot dogs of course, but after a few drinks felt it would be slightly inappropriate. Sorry Eastside Christian Fellowship, maybe next year.

We had a lovely time and I am thrilled that I got the day off.  Addy dressed up in last year’s elmo outfit since we really didn’t take her out last year.  She was a hit.  We didn’t see any other Elmo’s and all the other kids kept saying, “hey there’s Elmo!”  Owen was a token Tigger, but cute nonetheless.

We finished the evening with a wonderful worm pudding nightcap.  A truly wonderful dessert when you are 3.

Andy and I are starting to look like we are 30.

A serious Tigger

She licked that root beer barrel for a solid hour.  Yum.

Tiger Doctor, it’s not supposed to make sense

on a lighter note from last post…

so, we’re in physics lab studying electrostatics today (blah, blah) which involved a little bit of fur (no need to understand why).  

this barely twenty-ish girl from class walks up to front desk to gather her lab supplies.  

girl: “OMG, what is that!”

Teacher: “uh, i don’t know rabbit or squirrel. why, what’s wrong?”

girl: (with gusto) “um, I’m for animal rights” (then said again for emphasis)

the cool russian teacher looks at me and my friend– all of us barely containing ourselves.

girls walks back to her desk holding her squirrel/rabbit with 2 glass rods as chopsticks, avoiding all physical contact with the vile creature (who was probably roadkill).  cuz, she’s for animal rights.  actually i’m pretty sure they were slaughtered just so our esteemed physics lab could use them to talk about electricity and charges.

my singular thought: man I feel old.

cheers to fun with physics and fur, and more importantly to animal rights. 

I am reading Telling Secrets. Some books I just read snippets and then set down. This is one of them.  I am still reveling in the knowledge that Buechner’s immediate family not once talked about his father post-suicide.  This seems to be a common vein in life.  I don’t understand it.  Yet, I probably engage in it regularly.  

In the beginning of my blogging journey I had hoped to chronicle my family with lots of cute stories and pictures.  I don’t really seem to be doing that.  I have found blogging to be thought provoking and therapeutic.  I don’t even care if anyone reads it.  Strangely enough, It has added a new dimension to my marriage — a sort of communication to Andy and I.

SO, back to Buechner.  I relate to him.  I felt there was much held secret and captive in my family.  Things went undisclosed, transgressions unmentioned.  My personal story may not be significant to very many people, but it is significant to me.  So, I am compelled to share.  I am thinking these thoughts today in the last few hours of October 23rd. Today is my brother’s 31st birthday. fourteen years ago he died (not from suicide). I am not usually very vocal about this.  I am not sure if I am supposed to feel sad anymore.  Truly I don’t even know who he was.  Maybe that is the sadness.  The finality of not knowing.  

I am thankful for my life. my husband. my kids and my family.  they are what life is truly about.   

Just got my DVD in the mail of one of my all time fav’s, Mr. David Bazan.  The DVD isn’t anything amazing but I really enjoyed the interviews.

Talking about headphone’s song slow car crash as a love song (lyrics below)… “If I’m in a situation that there is peril, I’m always looking for my phone and thinking, how quickly if I know that I’m going to die… how quickly can I dial Anne so that she knows the last thoughts that I have are just of her and Eleanor, because I want her to know that in that ultimate moment that she is it, she is everything.”

Anyone else thought about this? because man I think about it all the time. Maybe it’s too much 9.11 video of planes crashing into buildings running through my head, but I have these thoughts all the time. Before you die, who is that last phone call going to?

Speed dial #2.

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“your purse hit the wind shield when I locked the brakes
airbags inflated, seat belts engaged
a semi was jack knifed because of the rain
a hundred yards up blocking 3 lanes
we knew it was over and we both looked away
right at each other with spare time to say

babe, i love you and babe, i love you, too.”

I know I always say this, but seriously this time, one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. I’m a sucker for electronic bands (hot chip, postal service, M83, headphones), but this exceeded my expectations.

Sigur Ros and Radiohead were obviously amazing, but came with such high expectations. Sometimes going to a show, reading a book or watching a movie not expecting a life changing experience will actually do just that. My ticket was $10 but I would have paid $100.

P.S. Thanks Rachel and sorry Chad. Don’t hate me for too long.

P.P.S. One of the guys in the band was “playing” a Wii. 2 controllers. Not sure what that was about but sure was a lot cooler than just pushing buttons on a Macbook Pro.