Tuesday, February 18, 2014

On My Mind #7

So, sometimes I feed George Captain Crunch that's only the berries kind ("Just Berries", what's it called?) and he drops a slimy red one on his super cute bright blue polo shirt, so we just go shirtless for the rest of breakfast so I can soak it, and basically this kid is just really, really, really cute.  And it's twice as cute when he's shirtless, because it's so GQ in his jeans, but he's clearly got some man boobs going on.

Yeah.  Just so cute.

And also doesn't he look like he's casting an epic spell in this first picture?  You're a wizard, George!







Do you see those Popchips in the background?  My dad got them at a ridiculous discount at NPS and they are delicioso.  For seriously.  And they're supposed to be, like, healthier for you or something but I just think they're really, really good.  Except for the kettle corn flavor.  But kettle corn is gross no matter what form it takes on.  No matter what Brandon says it's still disgusting.  Don't listen to him.  There's no conceivable reason it should be his favorite, especially over caramel corn.  It's wrong, Brandon.  So wrong.

George started this new thing last week of whining like a dog who wants to go outside.  It's sort of terrible.  He whines like a puppy at everything now, just because he likes the sound.  He does it even louder when he's actually  whining, like for his juice or something.  Brad and I are all, "Whoa, bro, that's gotta stop."  (Okay, I'm the only one that thinks it's cool to say "bro" all the time, Brad just shakes his head when I do that.)  But yeah, we've got to find this kid a new noise to obsess over.

Otherwise, um, Guardians of the Galaxy.  Looks.  AMAZING.  Mostly I'm psyched that Bradley Cooper is Rocket Raccoon.  That's just too awesome.  Also, just now I learned that raccoon is spelled with two Cs.  Go figure.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Babs and Her Version of Motherhood

So, George has this bath toy that's a star and it squeaks.




The squeaking part of this toy is significant because Babs, my in-laws golden retriever, just so happens to believe that all toys that squeak are her babies.  So, whenever George plays with this toy she has to go outside because she basically thinks her child is dying and needs saving whenever George makes it squeak.  She will hover around George as he's playing with it, trying to figure out how to save the poor helpless "baby" from the actual baby that's clearly torturing it.

Well, when no one was upstairs today, Babs finally saved that poor little baby star.





She had it snuggled up safe and sound with her Christmas tree child.

What's awkward is that her squeaky toy baby that looks like a cartoon reindeer was seriously left sitting outside in the rain at the bottom of the back porch steps.

Basically Babs is a terrible and all over confused mother.

But hey she saved the star, right?  Well, until we took it back and sent it through the dishwasher to be sanitized.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

On My Mind #6

Watching Sofia the First this morning. Here she's all super stressed that she's going to be late for the "princess test" helping this lady carry her books home, and yet she takes the time to stop and sing a song?  Sofia, what were you thinking?  (It's okay, the actual test was helping the lady.  So, duh, plenty of time for singing.)

George ate and enjoyed potatoes this morning.  George eats or will ask to eat or grab at to eat or otherwise just lunge at to eat pretty much anything.  All except potatoes and rice.  Well, this morning he ate my homemade skillet breakfast thingy, and just wanted more and more.  Although, now that I think about it, maybe he just hates mashed potatoes?  "Not the flavor, the consistency."  Thank you, Tallahassee.

How did I not previously realize that Lee Pace was going to be in Guardians of the Galaxy?  Seriously, where did I miss this?  I love that guy.  I'm still not over the fact that they cancelled Pushing Daisies.  I also did not connect the fact that he's the creepy Legolas-elf-dad-guy in The Hobbit who rides a moose.  That's pretty legit.

I'm only barely upset that we couldn't stay Provo (read that:  barely.  Because, you know, it's Provo) because we're totally missing out on Google Fiber.  It's okay, not living in Utah County is a great consolation prize!

We're currently house hunting.  It's a weird process, to say the least.  We're taking it at a snail's pace, though.  A horribly cautious snail's pace.  Basically, we're not in a rush to jump in over our head's.  We're trying not to let the market mumbo-jumbo freak us out into making any rash decisions.  We've got our down payment, now we're just waiting for the right home to hit us on the head.  Although job prospects on Brad's end may reverse our location choices, so again--taking it slow.

Today George and I slept in till ten.  Pretty much George was made to be my kid.  Really his moments of bad sleep are so tiny.  So, so tiny.  And I've just tried to teach myself (with continued advice from kind moms and dads who miss these moments that I'm currently going through) to love our nightly moments together, no matter how they go.

I try to remind myself, "You're going to miss this.  Like, a lot.  One day he'll be a teenager and won't be home eighty percent of the time.  You're going to miss this."  Because I will.  I absolutely will.  And one he'll go on his mission, and I'll miss these times even more.  Then suddenly he'll be home and married, and I don't want to look back to now and think, "Why did I let myself be upset or impatient?"

Being a mom is difficult, but its difficulty is a sort of reward.  I don't want to waste time thinking that my son needing me or wanting to be with me is an inconvenience.  I don't want to miss out on him.  I'd much rather miss out on everything and everyone else in the world than on being the mom to this little boy.  Especially not on being mom with a dad like Bradley.

Basically, let's just say that I'm grateful that my parents taught me that there's nothing more enjoyable that being with your family.  And seriously, there's nothing I love more than being with Brad and George.  I love our friends and our families, but I just cannot express how much our family means to me.  I love our little routines.

I love that our routine lately is Brad gets home and immediately takes George and has dad/George time.  Then we eat dinner together, which sometimes involves shifts of eating because there's a crazy child who is obsessing over his dad.  After that, we play with Jorge, which recently involves reading the same book over and over and over again (yesterday it was The Three Little Kittens, my favorite book from childhood.  Because, hey, it involves pie and kitties, two of my favorite things).

Then we take him downstairs to get ready for bed and he just gets so happy.  He giggles and him and Brad play, including a mega-hilarious game of Peek-a-Boo last night.  Brad will often get in the bath with George and they'll splash and play.  Then I'll get George all diaper-ed and snuggled up in his pajamas, and Brad will take him into his room to read Spider-Man stories while I make his bottle.  Then we'll lay him down in his crib, turn on some Baby Einstein's and he'll fall asleep.  Last night he was out in five minutes.

Then we'll play League of Legends with Alix and Brandon, and sometimes my nephew, Robert.  And it's just a blast.  We were a little jaded from League for a while because people on there can just be such doofs, but since we've been filling our team with people we actually know and love, it's just been freaking hilarious.  The other night I was Anivia and I had never played her before so I kept throwing up this wall ability that she does and getting Brad trapped on the other side and so, rather than protecting him, totally getting him killed.  And it was so funny, and with any other random player I would've been cursed out but with Alix, Brad, and Brandon we all just laughed because I was so terrible.

And that is why I love video games and online gaming because, at the end of the day, no matter how late it is, we can all just come together for even just one quick game and laugh and have a great time.  No need to worry about timing or anything, we can gather together and hang out even with our busy schedules.  Because, seriously, life is so incredibly busy.  Last night Alix got home from work only to have to go grocery shopping at eight o'clock at night.  And that's just want happens when you have work forty hours a week and then have school, and Brandon it's the same, with even tutoring on top of that.  Brad doesn't get home till seven some nights, and then we run through that whole routine and suddenly it's nine o'clock and there's not much else that can be done.  But the fact that we all enjoy this game and it's online and free to use and totally open to being played wherever, whenever--that's freaking awesome.

We also watched Arrow last night.  Um, awesome.  Although, Katie Cassidy is so thin.  I understand that they've had her working out a ton in prep for... something.  Not Black Canary, because that's Laurel's sister, right?  But yeah, she was a butt-kicker on Supernatural, so why so scary skinny?  Brad and I can't figure it out.  Whatever it is, she needs more pizza or something.  Pizza's always good.

Monday, February 10, 2014

George Moment #7

Tonight I hadn't put George's diaper on right so it leaked. As a result we had to strip him down because he was all wet. We had him laying on the floor, waiting for his wardrobe change in the nude (well, diaper-nude), and Brad's watching him and starts laughing. I look over, and there's George, a hand on each man boob (ahem, pectoral) and he's totally just squeezing them. And it was HILARIOUS. Brad and I were both like, "Dude, what're you doing?!" and just laughing our tails off. We totally wished we had a camera ready for this moment, it was too amazing.

George also recognizes Bradley's beat boxing as some sweet tunes to dance to, and will now dance whenever Brad starts jamming out with him. It was the first thing George did when Brad got home today. Brad started busting some tunes right as he walked in the door and George immediately started dancing. This includes a shimmy, a move that George began rockin' last week. He's basically a hip-hop dancer now. He'll probably be on the Step Up re-make or something. Something to be proud of, y'know?

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Why I Love Heather #1

This is a blog post on why my wife is better than yours.  Yes I said it, I have the best wife in the world.  I have a wife that no matter what will always want to play video games, a wife who revels in the nerdiness that is my life. 
I want to buy a $50 morph suit for my Comic Con costume and she is letting me, I want to go to the midnight showing of the Amazing Spider-Man 2 and she will be right there with me!  She is such a good listener and she always knows just what to say when I am angry, upset, sad, or just being plain stupid.  In fact that is when she is the most helpful, because over all, she helps me be a better me.  Without this wonderful woman in my life I would be lost and without purpose.

Heather and I where playing a League game tonight, and they have this mod call All Random All Mid, which as the name states you get a random character and you all go down the mid lane of the game and fight it out.  Well she only has a few of the champions and all she wanted to be is this one champion that she loves because she is pretty and stuff, but out of the 5 games we played she never got her. But in each of those games I think she (the character she wanted) was on the enemy team, so each time the game would start she would breath in and when she saw she didn't get her she would do the cutest face, her determined face that next-time-she-would-get-Orianna face.  It is the same face she gets when she is working on a project or a piece of homework or a blog post that just isn't right yet.  I love that face.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Nerd Gush #1

Sometimes I just do really, really well as a support on ARAM on League and I post it on our blog.





Yeah, that just happened.

Four kills, one death, thirty-eight assists.  BA-BAM.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Why We Are In Love #14

[Watching our Look Back videos on Facebook and getting all sentimental.]

Bradley:  Frickin' Mark Wahlberg--or whatever his name is who started Facebook--is a freakin' genius.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

George Loves Jello-O

Last Sunday, we discovered that George loves Jell-O.  He loves to eat it, he loves to watch it jiggle.  Basically, Jello-O is awesome!