Thank you so much for your comments! We wish we could reply to them all, but we would fail miserably, and perhaps start talking to the plants.
In an effort to simplify we are going to start responding directly in comments more often so that you know we are alive, and to also answer questions where everyone can see them.
Exceptions to this: Questions of a personal nature and crabby comments will be dealt with in private.
I am so white Wonder bread sends me money for the use of my likeness, it is for the reason, I have to return my ladybug decoder ring, and White Swan washroom key. We just had the anniversary of our "M" day. E and I had wonderful visions of a grand banquet of the finest Chinese delicacies, and a throng of guests, family, and friends gathered for a feast and a retrospective of one year together, filled with anecdotes and pearls of wisdom passed down from the elders. This combined with a lesson in geography for M so she can learn of the miles she has crossed and then a short history of China, the people, politics, and the socio-economic outlook.
SOOO How did that work out you ask ?
we went to the mall, bought M some underwear, played on the coin-op cars, and ate soup, but we did it together, and had a darn good day.
Honestly, I wish I could be all organized and on top of the game, checking off all the development milestones as we pass them, keeping M in touch with her culture (besides the yogurt on her shirt), and filling her time with fun, educational and stimulating activities. I am not doing so good at this, I don't know how tall she should be, or what she should weigh, nor do I care most days. Culture ? was the Chin Dynasty the first one, I think so, they started the Great Wall right?... "Pull My Finger" is very educational, and stimulating, and really a lot of fun, ( fart jokes are timeless, and ageless)
We will try to do better next year, we have our decorations up for New Year, thats got to count for something. KUDOS to all you parents who can weave that red thread into the tapestry of your childs life, right now our tapestry is more like a patchy latch-hook rug ( I know I love latch hook too, but it ain't no tapestry), and when you drive by our double wide be sure to stop by and pull a finger or two.
Okay, who did it? Who taught M how to use the remote? The remote to the dvr (TIVO)?? It is important to know that no matter how much TV we watch it happens after M goes to bed. The exception is the one or two episodes of Dora she gets on weekends and non-school day mornings (an effective way to sneak another 20 or 40 mins of sleep in time). We have from time to time strayed from this rule, in the event of sickness or vaccine recovery, but we are firm on this. Today I witnessed a miracle, I saw M navigate three different screens and no less than 6 different key entries with a remote control to turn on an episode of Dora, in less than a min. This was not a trial and error task, this was straight up goal oriented. That also required her to be able to read the listings to know which show was Dora. SHE WAS READING PEOPLE! Okay maybe only the first letter but still. Yeah, umm...we're screwed.
How did she learn this.. and save me the 80's drug psa bs of "I learned from you..Dad", the last thing we need in this house is more competition for the remote control and our 80's drug paraphernalia (Is that a roach clip with feathers ??)
I appreciate the support you have shown "beige bob", my post was not plea for sympathy, although I am not beyond that, it was more a harbinger of my mid-life crises. I had the shorter mohawk on the Kutztown U campus, I painted my nails and slam danced, now I triumph money saved at the super market, plan the vegetables that go with a meal and have an opinion regarding Joe versus Steve, just wondering how I got here? I like beige, but even "vibrant" beige is still not the most exciting color. I don't see Crayola selling "Taupe-tastic" or "Ecru Euphoria" crayons.
Tink putting in my ..02 for a minute.
To answer Maggie's question from the comments. I think that "bob" is everything AND beige. In the picture above the only thing that is truly beige is the couch.
I met bob back when he had that mohawk, the longer version in fact. The preppy straight laced girl that fell in love with a punk, but that's another story for another day.
Bob is my blue skies and my green grass.
He is my romantic red, and my sunny yellow.
He is my crabby black and at times a standoffish, pasty white.
And yes, on some of his very best days he is a very dependable and safe beige.
Yeah, it has been awhile, but neither of us is really in the habit of reporting our lives to anyone so give us a little bit of a break.
First order of business.....Congratulations are in order to our dear friends S&D, they were civially unionized this past weekend, and we were so thrilled to be able to share this event in their lives with them.
Secondly, it came to our attention at the above function that people thought that the funky green crap in the before picture of the baby's room was wallpaper. Sadly, it wasn't. It was a faux paint treatment gone horribly wrong. We did it, we admit it. We were too lazy to fix it when it happened....the story of our life.
Thirdly, We have were remiss., and didn't post a picture of Oliver. See above.