Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Fridays With Kimball!

Programming note:  I know that it is well past Friday, but my "Fridays With Kimball!" post had to be put on hold while I contemplated the wisdom of making public this particular adventure.  But at long last, I decided to take one for the team and share:

Well. The DYNAMIC DUO conspired again. (Click here to refresh your memories of their last foray into madcap adventure.) This time it involved motorcycles. Two of them. Helmets too. We'll give them credit for using helmets. Now, this is just between you and me, right? Don't tell Ashley and Jordan, or else there will be plenty of splainin' to do around here . . . .  Promise! Don't tell, please, please.  Please.

The plans were made and fine-tuned on a Kimball Tuesday.  Here we see two seemingly innocent faces. Kimball is saying, "Hey.  Don't look at me.  I'm not the brains behind this particular caper, and I plead not guilty, Your Honor/Mommy."  And Christian is just keeping his mouth shut.   He knows better than to speak without his attorney being present.  Miranda Rights and all that.
In their defense, I will say that Christian and Kimball used very wise judgment in utilizing a mouth guard for Kimball's delicate and freshly emerged two front teeth.  We don't want him knocking those out and having people think he plays ice hockey or something Canadian like that . . . 

So even though I know that Ashley is most likely going to KILL me for this, I will now share the DYNAMIC DUO'S photo of the conclusion to their exhilarating afternoon of ripping up the roads and making all of the biker chicks swoon.   Shriek!   Oh man, I am so busted.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

They Are So Good to Me

Not only do Ashley and Jordan let me have the fabulously fun privilege of watching Kimball a couple of times each week, but they also recently gave to me what is, in my opinion, one of the best treats I can ever receive.   Thank you so much for the gorgeous, beautiful, lovely, flowers and for allowing me to be so much a part of your lives.   I love you guys!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

In Honor of Earth Day, Disney is Throwing Bambi Under the Bus

An article (click here) by Associated Press reporter Sandy Cohen caught my eye. Well, actually a specific quote in the article by a filmmaker caught my eye. Read on. The article discusses a new documentary called, "Earth" offered by the new Disneynature label. Apparently, a new camera has been developed which can slow images down up to 40 times while maintaining complete clarity. Filmmakers working on the "Earth" documentary used the camera to show the majestic power of a great white shark leaping out of the water to snatch his pray and the determined grace of a cheetah as she chases down a gazelle. So now the quote which gave me pause: (And, btw, where are those PETA people when you need them?)

"When you slow it down . . . it [a cheetah chasing a gazelle] becomes a ballet really. It says, 'Look at this beautiful animal and admire it.' Yes, it's about to eat Bambi, but that isn't the point."--Alastair Fothergill, filmmaker

So with that thought in mind, Happy Earth Day everyone! Well, except for you, Bambi.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Easter Fun!

Who is the King of the World? (And no, it's not Leonardo DiCaprio from lam-o "Titanic".) Of course! King Kimball! He was reigning over all of the Easter festivities from his front row throne atop of his daddy's noggin. Meanwhile, Jordan was silently praying, PRAYING I TELL YOU!!!, that Kimball wouldn't do his, ahem, business at a truly inopportune time . . .

Here are a few more pictures of our fun:

The Easter Bunny was a doll. He delivered pounds of chocolate without expecting all that much in return, really. Just a new Easter dress ordered from Nordstrom.com which didn't arrive in time to be worn on Easter Sunday, grrrrr.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Check Your Cynicysm at the Door

This is an absolute MUST see. Seriously. Take the time to watch (see link below). This woman appeared on "Britain's Got Talent" and, as one of the judges declared, she gave us a huge wake-up call. And I say, let us be careful of how we judge others. I think this woman is incredibly beautiful.

Here, please take a look and listen, and then get a little misty-eyed, just like I did: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Fridays With Kimball!

These pictures were taken on a Kimball Tuesday a couple of weeks ago, shortly after Kimball had one of his colossal "blowouts." I was in the process of changing his entire ensemble (which was perfectly color-coordinated, btw, too cute!) and just couldn't let slip away the opportunity of capturing one of the sweetest blessings life has to offer.

I dare you to find anything on God's green earth that rivals the yumminess of a baby in a Onsie. Really. Their little thighs ready to be squeezed, their flawless skin on full display, their little feet turned in just so. Oh. My. Goodness. So, go on. I dare ya. See? Pretty hard to beat this:
And here, now, is Kimball's adorable momma in her own little Onsie with her feet turned in just so and her little thighs just as tempting as can be . . .
So sweet.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Thank Goodness for Belts

Awesome Elder Sean sent this picture in last week's email. He wrote that the tray he is holding contains about ten pounds of meat, which was then devoured by six hungry elders. Wow! That's a lot of gnawing! So multiply that ten-pound tray of meat by four, and what have you got? The amount of weight that Sean has lost so far on his mission. And he says he is still losing.

So the part of me that knows I must hold it together and not let my imagination run away to scary places says that Sean's 40-pound weight loss is due to all of the walking up and down the mountain that Sean must hike each day. Yeah. Okay. Hiking. That's it. We'll stick with that. Because I'm not a fool, and I know what many of you are thinking: PARASITE. Lalalalala, I have my fingers in my ears, I'm not listening to you, lalalalalalala. I'm not listening . . . . Besides, that cow on the wall behind Sean's head looks healthy enough, right? No parasites for miles around. As far as the eye can see. And health and safety inspectors never take bribes to look the other way, do they. Nope. But, hey? Just for fun, let's close our eyes and offer a prayer for recovery (not that it's needed) for Seanie. Just cuz. You guys. Pshhh. Parasites. Shiver.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Fridays with Kimball!

Just look at this adorable baby boy!  And check out his beautiful hair!  With the sun shining through the window from behind, this photo makes Kimball's hair look much lighter than it actually is; in reality, it is a deep auburn which Clairol Herbal Essenses would likely name something like, "#41-SUMMER PASSION-RICH AUBURN BROWN, or else "#47-DISCO INFERNO-DEEP INTENSE RUBY."   And he doesn't even have to go through the annoying process of wearing those creepy gloves to apply the color or fret if some of it drips off his head and out of the plastic lunch-lady-cap onto his favorite Martha Stewart welcome mat as he answers the door to the UPS guy who happened to be delivering a package at just the right/wrong moment. Lucky.  

Kimball is taking a nice little nap in the same swing that his Uncle Sean and Uncle Christian used to hang out in.  Uh, when they were babies.  Let's just make that perfectly clear.  

Thursday, April 02, 2009

In Honor of All Devoted Parents Everywhere

I saw this advice column in my local newspaper the other day and just had to share. (Okay, I know, I know. Advice columns? You have to admit they can be really delicious to read sometimes. A guilty pleasure and all that.) Anyway, it's kind of long, but well worth the read.

By Carolyn Hax Wednesday, March 25, 2009

While I'm (Carolyn Hax) away, readers give the advice.
On comparing the work of child-rearing with working at a job:

The most exhausting part of parenthood is the fact that for 99.9 percent of the various needs, you can't simply decide to "opt out," or even put them off until later; a child preparing to run into traffic takes precedence over anything else. It is the loss of the smallest measures of mental freedom and self-containment, of ability to pay attention to oneself when needed AT THAT MOMENT, that carry the most impact on our lives, energy and sense of self.

In comparison, a status report doesn't cry or scream if you are an hour late finishing it, nor feel abandoned if you put it aside until after lunch while you take a walk to clear your head.
A typical staff meeting is unlikely to include your co-workers complaining when you bring snacks because they "hate bran muffins, yuck! Why don't we ever have anything GOOD to eat? Billy's team in Marketing gets doughnuts" -- accompanied by, in the case of toddlers, throwing of the objectionable food. Your boss is unlikely to wake you up at 2 a.m. and puke on you, or need her diaper changed or a glass of milk, and if she does you should DEFINITELY leave your job unless you are a live-in care nurse.

If your job begins each day at 6 a.m. with your boss wanting you to carry him downstairs and make him breakfast, then subsequently includes a day filled with a host of never-ending, unappreciated and (socially deemed) menial tasks, ending somewhere around 9 p.m., if lucky, you'd have a pretty good rant for the blogs, right? You'd also likely have lots of folks asking why you put up with it and hoping you get paid well, as opposed to an astonishing number of people wondering "what you do all day."

Lastly, when a mother does her job, chances are she gets little to no recognition (let alone raises or bonuses), and if she's doing her job "right," chances are also excellent that at some point she will hear with distressing frequency, "I hate you!!! You don't understand!! I WISH YOU'D LEAVE ME ALONE!" If you heard that coming from your boss after a successful ad campaign, you'd leave your job, right? And if not, maybe you are strong enough to be a parent after all and should go get knocked up posthaste.

Whether everyone agrees with me or not (and I realize there are some who will not), the stakes are higher and the consequences of failure are heavier for this job than most any other endeavor, with the grand irony being that because we are human, we are destined to fail on so many levels and with heart-rending frequency. --From, "Relaxed"

Carolyn Hax again: A worthy rant, but you can't leave out dads! . . . . Don't forget, too, that when parents screw up, they have not just one disapproving boss but family, neighbors, parent "colleagues," pundits, fellow Safeway shoppers and the guy whose own kid throws punches when he knows his dad isn't looking. Which is why they make kids so cute.