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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Night at the Movies

So, Sam and I got a babysitter and went out on a date tonight. We went to see Premonition, which wasn't terrible, but left you kind of scratching your head and wondering, "What the heck?" Not because it was necessarily a deep thinking movie, there were just some plot holes that didn't make a lot of sense. Between that movie and The Lake House, Sandra Bullock should not make any more movies that involve an uneven space-time continuum. Unless of course she's on a bus with a bomb traveling through time. Hmmmm.

One super annoying thing happened at the movie. Some dude sat right next to me. The theater was full, so I guess it wasn't such a big deal, and it wouldn't have been if this guy wasn't one of the most annoying human beings on the planet. The dude had a popcorn bag that he kept closing the top and re-opening it, and when he took popcorn out of it, he shifted his hand around in it for five seconds as if he were searching for a prize in the bottom of the bag. And he kept making stupid comments to his wife through the whole movie, like "It looks like she isn't wearing makeup", and "I think here's where that bird dies". Way to point out the obvious, Sherlock. I wonder if he watches basketball and makes comments like "He's going to shoot his free throw here" and "They're scoring more points, they're winning." If I wake up in the morning and it turns out that it's actually last Monday morning instead of tomorrow, I'll tell Sam to warn me today to not let anyone sit in the seat next to me at the movies.

I'm adding that guy to my "Book of Transgressions". I don't know his name, or even what he looks like, but he's going in the book between people who already pre-ordered Harry Potter Book 7 and guys in pickup trucks that take up two parking spots.

I'm thinking of writting a fan letter to Sandra Bullock. It will go something like this.

Dear Sandra,

I loved you in Speed. That whole bomb on the bus thing was awesome. Great idea. I have enjoyed some of your other movies, most of which I cannot remember.

However, I would like to have about 12 hours of my life back. You may ask why, and I will tell you. I have sat through a number of horrendous movies in which you are the lead actress. These movies include, but are not limited to:
Miss Congeniality
Miss Congeniality 2
28 Days
Two Weeks Notice
The Lake House
Forces of Nature
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

I haven't seen the last two movies listed, but if I could get some hours of my life placed in an escrow account just in case, that would be fabulous.

Thank you for your time, and please don't make The Lake House 2.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Proof Positive...DYLAN DID IT!

This morning I was feeling tired, so I did my best to ignore the children and catch a few more winks. (Someday I'll learn, hopefully not the hard way, not to do that) Anyway, when I woke up and went upstairs to turn on the "kid's shows" Andi got really excited about showing me her room "ALL CLEAN!" I went in, and it did look very nice, no toys were scattered on the floor, and Dylan's bed had been "made" to the best of a 4 year old's ability. I was impressed enough with that, but then she surprised me by saying: "Here mom, I show you the mess Dylan made...I took a picture of it." Sure enough, she turned on her camera, and she had taken this picture of the mess:


That would have been funny enough, but when we downloaded the pictures to the computer to post this story, we discovered that she had also taken an "after" picture...


I don't know where she got the idea, but I think she's figured out that her camera isn't just for fun and games...it's also a way to catch your brothers red handed, and possibly use it as blackmail in the future. I kinda like having a spy, just as long as none of those pictures ever incriminate me!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

6000 words

It's been a while since we've posted pictures of our kids. So, without further adew, adoo, adieu, here you go...


Peyton likes to push buttons. Why are we encouraging him to walk?


I was taking pictures of the boys, and Andi wanted one taken too. There you go.


Dylan is making a face that just captures who he is at this point in his life. Hopefully he'll grow to be a happier child later on.


Peyton in his high chair waiting for some food/ He's such a big boy now.


This is Andi in the same high chair at about the same age. Creepy similar. It's liek they have the same parents or something.


The boys. They can be cute sometimes.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Killing Time

If you're looking to kill some time, here's a somewhat entertaining site I found out about a while ago. I don't know how accurate the info is, but it's on the internet, so it has to be true.

I think it would have been cool if Macaulay Culkin had been chosen to play Jack in Titanic.

Infestation

The other day, Sam and I woke up to a sad realization. We are infested. The other morning there were these creatures all over our bed. They smelled funny, kicked in their sleep, and had sharp elbows. We decided that we need to have our bedroom sprayed for children. Maybe that will help.

That reminds me of an episoded of That 70's Show that I saw a while back. Red, the dad on the show, come into his living room where all the kids were hanging out. He looked around and said "This place is always littered with children. What are we, Mormons?" A ha! That must be what our problem is.


Topher Grace, one of the kids from That 70's Show, is going to play Venom in Spider-Man 3 (coming to theaters May 4th). When I heard that, I thought "Yeah, good choice of Topher Grace to play a bad guy. No one strikes fear into the hearts of men more than Topher Grace." I'm sure the movie will be way cool. It looks like in this clip there are two other villains, so it's not like Spider-Man will poke Topher in the eye and then sit around for another hour and a half talking about his feelings. I'm sure it will be one of the movies that we go to see in the theater this summer.


One movie we didn't get around to seeing until just now is The Departed. I thought it looked pretty good from the previews. I had second thoughts about it when it won the Best Picture award, since a lot of Best Picture winners are artsy fartsy. We rented it this weekend. It wasn't too bad. I had a good plot and kept your interested. It is rated R, so you may not want to watch it with kids, unless you want them to see people getting shot in the head or learning how to use the F word in all of the parts of speech.

To end, here is my word definition for the day.
Depression is: When you look at your can of Mountain Dew and only have a few swallows left. Then when you go to pick up the can, you knock it over and spill half of it on your desk. Then after you clean your mess and take the last drink, it somehow goes down the breathing tube and you end up spitting the rest of it out on your computer. Now you have a sticky monitor and keyboard, and you're still thirsty. Man that sucks.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Bryan Adams to the Rescue

Last week I took some CD's in to work to listen to while I'm working, or as Sam would say "working". I didn't really notice until I got to work and started listening that everything I took in was alternative or rock. No big whoop, I used to listen to just that all the time when I was a teenager.

After a few days of listening to a lot of Nirvana and Metallica, (I know, I'm a horrible person for having Metallica CD's) I noticed that I would get home and be in kind of a bad mood. I would have little patience for the kids, and zero patience for the dog. In fact, I wanted to kick the dog for no reason. It's not like Nirvana has a song called "Your dog sucks, kick it". I guess listening to grungy music for 8 hours in a row made me a little edgy.

So this week I took in a couple non-rock non-alternative CD's, including a Bryan Adams CD I have. (Hey, he was cool back in the day. What's that, he wasn't? Ah, man) I noticed that when I'm pounding on my keyboard and having thoughts of punching people in the face, it's time to switch to some mellow music. I know that listening to Bryan Adams may not be cool, but it saves my kids some emotional distress and it saves the dog from physical abuse. At least I don't have an Air Supply CD. If I did, I would take that to work and sing to it. But then I'd probably be faced with emotional distress and physical abuse from my coworkers.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

But...What about the strawberries???

Brace yourselves, you're in for a long one...
Previously, I posted the story about finding out that Peyton was allergic to strawberries, or so we were assuming based on the hives he got. (For a refresher, look back to the post titled: Itchy baby) On Friday (March 2nd) Peyton had a checkup, and the first appointment he has had since the incident, so I mentioned it to the pediatrician. I really like my pediatrician, seems like he actually knows what he's talking about, and doesn't make me feel like a horrible mother because my kids tend to be lightweights. (Yes, I feed them...) Anywho... when I mentioned that it was the strawberries that made Peyton break out, he seemed very insistant that it had to be something else because "strawberries are not a common allergy for a person that young". Well, I'm sorry, but sometimes mother's intuition trumps medical textbooks, but I smiled and nodded while he explained that it MUST have been something else he ate...I have no idea what, but evidently Peyton snuck into the Crookston's refrigerator when nobody was looking and must have eaten peanuts, tree nuts, wheat, milk, or shellfish, because those are the only common allergies... I knew we shouldn't have left him in the kitchen alone!!! Anyway, our doctor said he would consult with an allergist, and get back with me. Well, he got back with me yesterday, and it turns out the allergist wanted to see Peyton ASAP. I called and got an appointment for today at 1. Cameron and I dropped Andi and Dylan off at the Crookstons and headed for Dallas for the appointment. Everything went swimmingly. The nurse (who bore a striking resemblance to Cameron's grandmother...) and doctor actually seemed to believe us that he had a reaction to strawberries. Then, came the physical so that the allergist could have a "reference point" of Peyton's overall health. UH OH! Ya see, Peyton has had a chest cold for a couple of days, with a runny nose and a cough. (Did I mention the allergist is also an asthma doctor?) He gave Peyton two treatments with this nebulizer-type thing, and he started to sound better, but the doctor was very concerned with the type of reaction Peyton had to this "cold virus", and said he was "overreacting" to the bug. (who's overreacting here...?) Long story shortened somewhat: They couldn't do the skin test because Peyton wasn't "healthy" and we were told that his breathing was so labored that without treatment, we would have ended up in the emergency room tonight. So, he gave us 3 prescriptions for breathing medications that we have to give several times a day, and went on his way, telling us to call to schedule the skin test when he's all better. We filled the prescriptions, including one for an "epipen junior" that our pediatrician gave us "just in case" he had another reaction. To what, I don't know, 'cause the jury's still out on the strawberries. Funny, I thought spending 3 hours in an allergist's office would lead to more of a conclusion than we would have had if we had just filled the epipen prescription and fed Peyton a jam sandwich...at least then we would know for sure!

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

....It's what's for dinner!

If you frequent the Crookston blog, you already know that we had dinner over there last night, and that there was an incident with Noah. Nothing major, just blaming Dylan for something he didn't do...anyway, my story has virtually nothing to do with that story, other than it involves Dylan...Anyway, we were sitting eating dinner, which was some really tasty Mac and Cheese. I didn't actually see what happened, because I was feeding Peyton, but apparently, Dylan had an itch or something, so he stuck his finger down in his diaper to scratch it. (At least I hope that's the only reason he would stick his finger down there...) Well, he was messy, as in "code brown" so he ended up with some on his finger. My brilliant boy, instead of telling someone, decides to do a taste test! Apparently it wasn't as tasty as dinner was, and he proceeded to throw up all over his plate. Maybe next time...wait, hopefully there won't be a next time! Moral of the story (as determined by Aubrey and I through the course of the evening): BOYS ARE GROSS! I guess I should more specifically say that MY boys are gross, but let's not be prejudicial here!

Thursday, March 01, 2007

A little like me...

I intended to post this story a couple days ago, but didn't get around to it, forgot about it, but now I'll post it so you can see how funny I think it is that Andi is turning into a smart alec, a little like me...
On Tuesday, I had a little bit of a sweet tooth, and since we had no real snacky things around the house, I decided to make some Chocolate Chip cookies. I can't remember how the conversation led up to this point, but I was cleaning up my mess, tripping over children the whole way, when I noticed Dylan pick up the box of baking soda. I said: "No, we are not going to play with the baking soda...Who do I look like?" To which Andi replied: "Samantha."
Yeah, she's a quick wit that one...