10 days of us

Tuesday...
Pi: I dont feel well

Me: That sucks

Wednesday...
Pi: I still dont feel well

Amy: Lets go to the Doctor

Doctor: Its just allergies, your fine

Me: Cool

Thursday:
News: Theres a hurricane coming, run, hide, panic

Me: that sucks, I think my allergies are acting up

Friday...
Me: I dont feel well

Amy: Sorry

News: Hurricane is going to Corpus, dont panic

Saturday...
Me: I really dont feel well

Amy: damn, the baby has 102 fever

Me: but I really really dont feel well

Amy: Damn, Damn

News: Hurricane is going to Mexico

Sunday:
Me: I cant lift my head, I dont feel well

Amy: The baby is sick

Me: Lets go buy our new Mac Book Pro

Amy: You are sick, the baby is sick, I dont feel well

Me: If we leave now, we can be back in time for the football games

Amy: damn

News: Hurricane is going to Corpus

Monday:
Me: My new Mac Book Pro rocks, I think I have Bronchitus or Pnuemonia

Amy: I made you a Doctor appointment

Doctor: You have bronchitus on the verge of pnuemonia - take these meds

Me: that sucks

Pi: I feel great

Baby: I feel better

Amy: I dont feel so great

News: Hurricane is coming somewhere to the Gulf Coast

Tuesday:
Me: cant work, cant clean, cant cook, cant take care of re-sick baby or sick wife, must rest

Amy: damn, that sucks

News: Large hurricane is going to Matagorda Bay

Mom: I am under evacuation

Me: whatever, I'm sick, come to my house

Wednesday:
Me: I cant work another minute, too sick, coming home, not going to help with anything

Amy: You suck, I dont feel well

News: Hurricane may go to houston

Mom: I am still under evacuation

Me: Come to my house, Its been here 100 years, fyi I cant breath

Amy: I dont have time for a hurricane, damn

Thursday:
Me: I feel a little better

Amy: I am taking the baby to her 1 year checkup

Doctor: She has allergies, she is not sick...oh, and she is tall

Boss: Hurricane is coming, big, leave now and dont come back until monday

Me: score

Amy: score, you can run pre-hurricane errands with me

Mom: I am here, the hurricanes coming

Kids: We dont have school tomorrow!!!

Me: Grocery store sucks

Amy: gas station sucks

Me: Pet store sucks

Amy: Emergency preparedness sucks

Me: Coffee shop not so sucky

Me: More emergency preparedness is sucky sucky

Amy: worst case scenario planning sucks

Me: Must wake up early, much to do

Amy: Must stay up late, test due

News: Hurricane may go over your house, but may not be as bad as previously stated, but panic anyway

Baby: sleeping

Pi: sleeping

BT: sleeping

Mom: sleeping

Moms dogs: sleeping

Our dog: sleeping

Me: this sucks

Amy: damn damn damn

melancholy

Tonight is one of my designated study nights. Quiet room, soft lighting, no cleaning, no cooking, no distractions, no responsibilities. I need this night...I am already behind, so so behind. But I am also a woman obsessed. I have a deep obsession with current events. I read the paper (more accurately several papers)several times a day. If more than a few hours goes by without being able to peak at a headline I suffer deep withdraws, very very deep.

My obsession with politics runs even deeper. Election day is one of my favorite holidays. Good political banter can make me giddy with joy, I am not a giddy person.

Tonight I watched the RNC. The most intellectual recap I can offer...sad, so very very.

details...

...coming soon

some things just get bigger with time

There was a pop, an ever so slight one. There was ignoring, it wasn't that difficult to ignore. The occasional pain was felt, nothing too dramatic, definitely not a pain worth mentioning. Then there was the odd sensation that two parts of skin that shouldn't touch, were touching. A glance down revealed a swelling. Although I remember the pop quite well, I certainly don't remember it being worthy of swelling. Now the ignoring is getting more difficult, as the occasional pain has turned into a constant annoyance and a less than occasional pain. The was a decrease in swelling at night, now there is not...now, I have one good ankle - and one not-so-good kankle.

bad photos, little to say

Instead of writing, I have been avoiding. In my avoidence I have been clicking away taking one bad photo after another with my trusty iPhone. The words will be minimul, the photos will be less than great quality - I will return with more words and photos of not so less than great quality when I am done avoiding.


Kahlo has begun climbing up the couch - this entire process takes less than 2 seconds - which also happens to be less than the amount of time it takes for me to whirl around and catch her...I am proud to report there have been no falls yet, largely due to the fact she refuses to come off of the couch by herself - as a side note: I did not mean to make these photos are so darn small...

Pi has taken to commodering my phone and taking many many many blury pics of his little sister, consequently I have taken to deleting many many blury pics of his baby sister...

Pi playing with Kahlo, hiding under her high chair.

Kahlo learned to clap this week - here she is clapping that she has found a new favorite hiding place - the bathroom closet...



Kahlo not screaming in the car note: the car was not moving.





Kahlo being cute in pigtails. Note: It has been brought to our attention that she is "shooting the finger" I think this is not intentional.




Amy's birthday morning. Kahlo and her new love of straws.




Kahlo continuing her love for straws



My birthday, complete with 33 reasons why Amy and the kids love me. One of my favorites "You have really cool hair" Love runs deep.

love, more and less

I love my children...LOVE them. They bring joy and happiness to me in a way I never imagined before them. They make me smile. They give my life a purpose. They have given me insight that without them I would never have. Insight such as, I suck at Dance Dance Revolution, something I didnt know until Saturday evening. Or insight into the fact that just because you can hit an actual baseball does not mean you can hit a Wii baseball, something that I have known since last Christmas. They have devouted hours of their time cluing me in on what books an almost 13 year old girl must have and the importance of baseball cards. Through my children I have learned that I love my children more than I love coffee in the morning, something I not only cherish, but require for survival.

Admittedly, if I was actually faced with giving up coffee in the morning for my children I would be bitter, very very bitter.

I would also give up coffee in the morning for my wife, however I would not be bitter. The reason is simple. I love her more. And the reasons why I love her more are simple as well...

1. She never wakes me up in the middle of the night screaming for a bottle.
2. She couldnt beat me at Dance Dance Revolution if she tried.
3. Her kisses do not consist of slimy bites to the cheek.
4. She is not teething.
5. She does not love love love the color purple and therefor have to point out everything purple.
6. She doesnt show she is disgruntled by continuously stating "uhhhhaaaaa"
7. She doesnt talk about sports for hours and hours and hours and make me look at every single baseball card ever made.
8. She can summarize a move in less time than it takes to watch the movie.
9. She does not ask whats for dinner 7 times in 30 minutes and still not know the answer.
10. She knows that when I was a little girl the automobile AND color tv had already been invented.

Defiance

I don't surf the web at work, I don't catch up on my fav blogs or post make posts to my blog. From time to time Amy checks during the day... There is never anything new... The only thing I do at work is work... I work for "the man" and that's how he requires our day be spent - working. Today I had to come in early, something that generally leaves me bitter...so today, I am celebrating my bitterness with defiance ... In the most defiant stance my sleepy self can muster I am sitting hidden behind my monitor typing away via my iPhone..to you, my love (and anyone else reading) I say damn the man... Here is your at work post...

To the man I say- I fully expect to get paid for my time well spent not working

To my boss that just walked in with a puzzled look...uh...hmmm...hi?