Wordless Wednesday: It's Wednesday, and You Know What THAT Means!

We are a full week into changing over computers and I STILL don't have access to my photos. So I am presenting you instead with this hilarious video by Flight of the Conchords. It's not really wordless. So, shoot me.

The Difference Between Our Twins

...based on a description by my husband:

So, Michael goes to give the twins some candy from their Halloween pumpkin bucket. Swedish Fish. Kind of like Gummi Bears, but fish. Four for Ethan and four for Luka.

Ethan says... "Ooooh! Fish! Four fish! Red!"

He lines them up in a perfect row like little soldiers before the firing squad and picks up the first victim between a finger and a thumb and puts half in his mouth and slides it back out again, examining it.

"Mmmm! Yummy! Oooh, shiney! And RED!"

When Michael lays the four red Swedish Fish on the table in front of Luka, Luka scoops all four up and shoves them all in his mouth at the same time and begins to chew. With open mouth full of fish jelly, and red slime oozing down his chin he forces out the barely discernible words, "More Fish!???"

Daddy tells him to finish what he is eating.

He works his way through the mouthful of sticky red fish goo and swallows it all down whole. He then looks over at Ethan who is half way through his first fish (admiring it in all its wet, shiny, red splendor) and he spies the little row of three remaining fish. He scoops them up and stuffs them in his mouth.

Ethan commences with the "injustice cry" which we all know and love so well.

That's our boys. In a nutshell.

Wordless Wednesday: Welcome to the World

This is the much-anticipated son of a couple old friends of ours. His blog-name is "Fox" because that is what his sister named him in utero. Fox's mommy has her own blog here.

Welcome to the world, little man!

For more Wordless Wednesday posts look here and here.

The Smoking Pun

Upon leaving the women's bathroom together:

Noah: Mom? If smoking kills you, why do those machines in there sell cigarettes for 25 cents each?

(ba-dum-pum!)

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When I had finished writing this, my shortest blog post ever, I turned to my husband to help me with a title. I told him I needed a "smoking pun". He said...

How about "The Smoking Pun"?

Done.

(guys... if you don't get this? Ask your wives.)

The Life Flash

Sorry there is no photograph for this post. I have been meaning to post this for a few days but we are kind of "between computers" right now and I don't have access to my pics or editing program.

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Noah and I have some odd conversations when I am laying in bed with him at bedtime. But this was one of the oddest. We were snuggled up together, and he was sucking on his finger and his hand. And then he says...

"Mom, I know what a life flash tastes like."

"A what?"

"A LIFE FLASH!"

"A LIGHT flash? Like when a light flashes?"

"NO! Like when you are born. THAT kind of life flash. I know what it tastes like."

"Wait, I have no idea what you are talking about. What is the flash?"

"You know, like when you are born and FLASH! (he spreads his fingers in Fosse Jazz Hands and opens his eyes really wide) You know what that feels like?"

"No, I don't remember being born. Have you felt this flash since being born?"

"NO! You only get born once! (he is getting exasperated with me) Never mind, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"No, no, wait a minute... do you have something LIKE the life flash after you are born? Have you ever felt it again?"

"Maybe you have it when you die. I don't know."

"Okay. Um... And you know what this life flash... TASTES LIKE?"

"Yeah! That's what I wanted to tell you!"

"Okay! So, what does the life flash taste like?"

"It tastes just like plain skin."

"Skin? It tastes like skin?"

"Yeah, just plain skin. Can you just read my book now?"

And he goes back to sucking on his hand.

Yes We Did.

Awesome image by january20th2009

On the Fence the Night Before the Election

I stopped by a friend's house with Noah today. She and I get along really well despite our political differences. She has been planning to vote "Yes on Proposition 8" mostly based on her religious beliefs.

For those not in the know, Prop 8 here in California will add to the California Constitution a phrase saying that marriage can only be between a man and a woman. California allowed gay couples to marry as of a few months ago. Now that newly won right may be taken away.

Well, when I walked in, my friend was talking to another friend about how she has been wavering and wondering if she should vote No instead. She suggested that Jesus was a pretty tolerant guy, and maybe she should be, too. And since this is expected to be the big issue here in California, I felt compelled to fight for one more "no" vote. I asked her how life has been since gay marriage has been allowed. Has her world been rocked? Are her children worse off? Has morality gone off its hinges? No?

She agreed I made a good argument and said she was torn and would pray about it tonight.

Then we walked into the living room so I could tell Noah it was time to go, and we found my son playing a Princess Dress Up board game with her son, and we nearly fell down laughing, she being the one who pointed out the irony to me.

Then there were sudden screams of "Help! HELP!!" coming from her backyard, and we bolted back there to find her young daughter was climbing the fence and got her shirt stuck on the gate lock and was practically hanging from it.

My friend said, "Oh, Sweetie, you're ON THE FENCE!!"

And then we busted up laughing again.

And then we stopped laughing and helped her down from the fence. Because it was the right thing to do.