1. When Dad was getting him dressed today, Ethan said Dad was 'a little bit dorky'. Apparently he learned it from Arthur.
2. Aaron and I are on a chess kick. We played 3 games yesterday and 4 today.
3. Eli has a sore throat and he told Mum that, although water is good, the thing that really makes it feel better is ice cream.
4. Okay, I can think of nothing else to say. Maybe it will be the 5 things from today.
5. Still no bambino! Mum and Dad are out on a date right now and I'm rooting for mum to come home and be in labor. That'd be good.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
waiting...
We're just waiting...
People phone and they ask "Any baby yet?" "Nope, not yet!" I sigh :)
Come on, bambino...
Oh, and to the my amazing auntie Paige and the entire Beselt family who had to wait 16 days over the due date for their bambino, one word:
wow
And I'm not complaining, really :)
People phone and they ask "Any baby yet?" "Nope, not yet!" I sigh :)
Come on, bambino...
Oh, and to the my amazing auntie Paige and the entire Beselt family who had to wait 16 days over the due date for their bambino, one word:
wow
And I'm not complaining, really :)
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Trouser issues
At church this morning I was dancing at the front and Eli kept following me around, patting me on the leg and pulling on my shirt and whispering "Emma!"
I ignored him for a few minutes, but his whispers became louder and more frequent until he shouted "Emma! My pants are falling down!!!"
There were a few chuckles from the front row as I sheepishly pulled him off to the side and helped him pull his pants up.
There is no shyness in our church :)
I ignored him for a few minutes, but his whispers became louder and more frequent until he shouted "Emma! My pants are falling down!!!"
There were a few chuckles from the front row as I sheepishly pulled him off to the side and helped him pull his pants up.
There is no shyness in our church :)
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Emmelia - episode 2
Emmelia - episode 2
Emmelia sat quietly in the library. She was reading an article in a fascinating magazine entitled 'The Superiority of Turnips'. Her sister Elizabeth sat nearby, sipping tea and working a cross stitch tulip on a cushion. "How is Mr. Smithers doing these days?" Elizabeth asked. "I heard from Aunt Hilda that he was having some medical trouble." "He's doing all right, his condition is nothing serious," replied Emmelia cheerfully. "He's been very happy because his business is going well. I'm very pleased for him." "Oh, I'm so happy for you," said Elizabeth. "It sounds as though it's going well." At that moment a loud crash sounded from the other end of the large room. A thick book, "The exhaustive guide to the inner workings of generic clocks" had fallen off the top shelf of the bookshelf and lay open on the floor. Emmelia looked up in time to see Mr. Smithers scaling the top shelf of the bookshelf, stepping carefully over books and holding on to the decorative woodwork to keep from falling. His eyes locked on the large brass chandelier hanging about six feet away from the bookshelf where he stood. Emmelia's eyes widened. Elizabeth saw her expression and turned around to see Mr. Smithers. Elizabeth gasped. "Oh my! What on earth is he doing?" Emmelia sighed. Poor man. Perhaps the stress of organizing eight consecutive stress management seminars had finally taken it's toll on his mind. Mr. Smithers pulled up his pants, stuck his arms out in front of him, squatted, and leapt from the bookshelf.
He flew through the air for a short moment, and then landed in a tangle atop the chandelier. The brass decorations rattled and clanged, and the chandelier swung away from the bookshelf. Mr. Smithers' shirttails flapped loudly as he swung back and forth. He wooped and shouted like a young boy and pounded his chest like some prehistoric jungle man. Elizabeth screamed and her face turned white. Smithers' tie flapped in the breeze behind him and he shouted "Would you look at this, Emmelia? When we had this installed the workman said not to hang anything off it because the ceiling beams wouldn't hold! And look at this! I'm hanging on it and nothing at all has happened!" Elizabeth's face turned from white to a deep purple and she sank to the ground slowly.
Emmelia turned her head to watch him swing back again. 'Oh, the poor man.' Elizabeth thought sadly.I never thought it would come to this. Mr. Smithers swung back and forth gleefully, still shouting and trying to spin the chandelier around. "Oh, Emmelia, dear," he shouted. "Won't you run and fetch the camcorder dear? This would make a lovely presentation for the next anti-stress convention at the Henry Watsonburger Center!" Emmelia sighed. 'I really should put up that jungle gym in the basement.'
Emmelia sat quietly in the library. She was reading an article in a fascinating magazine entitled 'The Superiority of Turnips'. Her sister Elizabeth sat nearby, sipping tea and working a cross stitch tulip on a cushion. "How is Mr. Smithers doing these days?" Elizabeth asked. "I heard from Aunt Hilda that he was having some medical trouble." "He's doing all right, his condition is nothing serious," replied Emmelia cheerfully. "He's been very happy because his business is going well. I'm very pleased for him." "Oh, I'm so happy for you," said Elizabeth. "It sounds as though it's going well." At that moment a loud crash sounded from the other end of the large room. A thick book, "The exhaustive guide to the inner workings of generic clocks" had fallen off the top shelf of the bookshelf and lay open on the floor. Emmelia looked up in time to see Mr. Smithers scaling the top shelf of the bookshelf, stepping carefully over books and holding on to the decorative woodwork to keep from falling. His eyes locked on the large brass chandelier hanging about six feet away from the bookshelf where he stood. Emmelia's eyes widened. Elizabeth saw her expression and turned around to see Mr. Smithers. Elizabeth gasped. "Oh my! What on earth is he doing?" Emmelia sighed. Poor man. Perhaps the stress of organizing eight consecutive stress management seminars had finally taken it's toll on his mind. Mr. Smithers pulled up his pants, stuck his arms out in front of him, squatted, and leapt from the bookshelf.
He flew through the air for a short moment, and then landed in a tangle atop the chandelier. The brass decorations rattled and clanged, and the chandelier swung away from the bookshelf. Mr. Smithers' shirttails flapped loudly as he swung back and forth. He wooped and shouted like a young boy and pounded his chest like some prehistoric jungle man. Elizabeth screamed and her face turned white. Smithers' tie flapped in the breeze behind him and he shouted "Would you look at this, Emmelia? When we had this installed the workman said not to hang anything off it because the ceiling beams wouldn't hold! And look at this! I'm hanging on it and nothing at all has happened!" Elizabeth's face turned from white to a deep purple and she sank to the ground slowly.
Emmelia turned her head to watch him swing back again. 'Oh, the poor man.' Elizabeth thought sadly.I never thought it would come to this. Mr. Smithers swung back and forth gleefully, still shouting and trying to spin the chandelier around. "Oh, Emmelia, dear," he shouted. "Won't you run and fetch the camcorder dear? This would make a lovely presentation for the next anti-stress convention at the Henry Watsonburger Center!" Emmelia sighed. 'I really should put up that jungle gym in the basement.'
Friday, April 16, 2010
Emmelia
Some of you probably read these on facebook, but i thought it would be fun to include them here.
This is the first poem I wrote about Emmelia. I will post the second episode tomorrow. And perhaps a third will materialize at some point. Enjoy
Emmelia and Mr. Smithers:
Emmelia bowed to Mr. Smithers
And said (In such a pleasant way)
"Good morning Mr. Smithers, sir
And how are you this lovely day?"
Mr. Smithers returned the bow
And said (In an equally pleasant way)
"The day is young, the sun is bright.
What reason have I to dismay?"
And Emma said (with great discretion)
"That, indeed, I cannot say.
And indeed I could not tell you
What reason you have for dismay.
"Therefore it is my opinion
And excuse me here to say,
As you do not have a reason,
You, indeed, should not dismay.
"And if you should find a reason,
In this lovely pleasant day,
Yes, if you should find a reason,
Find a reason to dismay...
My advice to you is simple,
Listen closely and obey
Never ever lose good sense,
And never e'r should you dismay.
"For, you know, when strife has come
And happiness farewell has bade,
When life gives a sour lemon
You ought to make lemonade.
"For life is never so unpleasant
that we cannot make it through
with the constant loving comfort
of a friend like me or you.
"And I hope that without failing
I shall show that love so true,
And shall be that constant helper
For a friend so great as you.
"For I love you Mr. Smithers,
and I hope that while I live,
I shall never forget your giving
And shall never cease to give.
"Tell me that for all of life,
We shall be, and I concur
Further far than any friendship
and closer than two friends e'r were.
"Tell me that as long as stars shine
As long as fish are in the seas
Tell me that when the sun ceases to shine
So shall you cease to love me!
"Tell me that whatever happens,
As long as the sky is blue
For I tell you, nay, I promise
I will never stop loving you!
"Tell me that you'll be a friend
to me when I lay breathing my last breath.
Tell me that you've loved me always
Since my birth, and to my death!"
"Tell me, Mr. Smithers, friend. Tell me!"
Emmelia paused for dramatic effect, and stayed paused for lack of air.
Mr. Smithers turned to Emmelia and his eyes were wide, you could fairly see the wheels that were supposed to turn in one' head either start spinning madly, doing nothing or grind to a complete stop. Mr. Smithers was bewildered.
Mr. Smithers turned to Emmelia and said (In such and unpoetic way):
"I'm sorry, my dear. You've lost me."
Emmelia fainted.
This is the first poem I wrote about Emmelia. I will post the second episode tomorrow. And perhaps a third will materialize at some point. Enjoy
Emmelia and Mr. Smithers:
Emmelia bowed to Mr. Smithers
And said (In such a pleasant way)
"Good morning Mr. Smithers, sir
And how are you this lovely day?"
Mr. Smithers returned the bow
And said (In an equally pleasant way)
"The day is young, the sun is bright.
What reason have I to dismay?"
And Emma said (with great discretion)
"That, indeed, I cannot say.
And indeed I could not tell you
What reason you have for dismay.
"Therefore it is my opinion
And excuse me here to say,
As you do not have a reason,
You, indeed, should not dismay.
"And if you should find a reason,
In this lovely pleasant day,
Yes, if you should find a reason,
Find a reason to dismay...
My advice to you is simple,
Listen closely and obey
Never ever lose good sense,
And never e'r should you dismay.
"For, you know, when strife has come
And happiness farewell has bade,
When life gives a sour lemon
You ought to make lemonade.
"For life is never so unpleasant
that we cannot make it through
with the constant loving comfort
of a friend like me or you.
"And I hope that without failing
I shall show that love so true,
And shall be that constant helper
For a friend so great as you.
"For I love you Mr. Smithers,
and I hope that while I live,
I shall never forget your giving
And shall never cease to give.
"Tell me that for all of life,
We shall be, and I concur
Further far than any friendship
and closer than two friends e'r were.
"Tell me that as long as stars shine
As long as fish are in the seas
Tell me that when the sun ceases to shine
So shall you cease to love me!
"Tell me that whatever happens,
As long as the sky is blue
For I tell you, nay, I promise
I will never stop loving you!
"Tell me that you'll be a friend
to me when I lay breathing my last breath.
Tell me that you've loved me always
Since my birth, and to my death!"
"Tell me, Mr. Smithers, friend. Tell me!"
Emmelia paused for dramatic effect, and stayed paused for lack of air.
Mr. Smithers turned to Emmelia and his eyes were wide, you could fairly see the wheels that were supposed to turn in one' head either start spinning madly, doing nothing or grind to a complete stop. Mr. Smithers was bewildered.
Mr. Smithers turned to Emmelia and said (In such and unpoetic way):
"I'm sorry, my dear. You've lost me."
Emmelia fainted.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
"Here, Dad, eat this!"
We were about to start Bible reading in the living room. Dad was sitting on the couch, flipping through his Bible. Isabel runs in, holding something she picked out of the garden.
"Here, Dad, eat this!" she shouted, pushing the green thing into his face.
"I don't do 'eat this' " says Dad.
I laughed. "You don't 'do' that?"
"When someone shoves something in my face and says 'here dad, eat this,' that's a no-go." Dad said.
"Dad, it's sooo yummy!" said Isabel. "It's really spicy, it kinda tastes like salami!"
"Salami?" I said.
"Or, what's that green stuff that's in like a toothpaste tube and you put it on sushi?" Isabel asked.
"Wasabi?"
"Yeah, that."
That's why we don't do 'eat this'.
"Here, Dad, eat this!" she shouted, pushing the green thing into his face.
"I don't do 'eat this' " says Dad.
I laughed. "You don't 'do' that?"
"When someone shoves something in my face and says 'here dad, eat this,' that's a no-go." Dad said.
"Dad, it's sooo yummy!" said Isabel. "It's really spicy, it kinda tastes like salami!"
"Salami?" I said.
"Or, what's that green stuff that's in like a toothpaste tube and you put it on sushi?" Isabel asked.
"Wasabi?"
"Yeah, that."
That's why we don't do 'eat this'.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Bedtime
Some nights, Aaron and/or myself help put Eli and Ethan to bed.
On the nights when they can't find a book that they want to read or want one more story, Aaron will do a one-man play of 'Going on a Bear Hunt' for them while they're in their beds.
Last night, however, Ethan got really scared when Aaron got to the part in the cave.
So, to save face, Aaron changed the ending so that instead of finding the long-awaited bear, they find a giant puppy who saves them from the scary cave and brings them all home. Ethan loved it.
Hilarious :)
On the nights when they can't find a book that they want to read or want one more story, Aaron will do a one-man play of 'Going on a Bear Hunt' for them while they're in their beds.
Last night, however, Ethan got really scared when Aaron got to the part in the cave.
So, to save face, Aaron changed the ending so that instead of finding the long-awaited bear, they find a giant puppy who saves them from the scary cave and brings them all home. Ethan loved it.
Hilarious :)
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