Sloppy Joe

He loves to tell jokes.

Tom and his wife Mary go to the fair every single year. And every single year Tom asks Mary if he can go on a helicopter ride and every year Mary says, "No Tom. The helicopter ride is $50. $50 IS $50 you know." Year after year it's the same answer "$50 Is $50 you know."

In Tom's 72nd year of his life, the pilot of the helicopter ride overheard the conversation and tells Tom he'll take him and Mary up for free as long as they don't say anything. If they speak during the ride, they would have to pay $50 after they landed. They have to absolutely silent. Tom is overjoyed!

As the helicpter touched ground after the flight the pilot comments how surprised he is Tom and Mary were able to be so quiet.

Tom responds "I almost spoke up when Mary fell out, but $50 IS $50 you know!"

My Grandpa, the comedian.

I love this kid.

He speaks his own language, he tells me secrets, he kisses me on the mouth then wipes off his spit from my face, he throws his head back and laughs when I'm laughing, he plays with his own shadow.

I love my life.

Not much.

Grant at 14 months old.

Me at who knows how old. I think we look alike.

Have You Ever Seen a Kangaroo?

How about a one-legged kangaroo?

Ever been kissed by a camel?

We did both of these things this weekend.

We went to a strange zoo in Moapa, Nevada.

A monkey jumped on my shoulder and I hated it. I've never liked petting zoos. There's something about being in an enclosed area with unpredictable animals that makes me nervous. Imagine the average petting zoo. Now subtract the sheep and lambs and add a room full of ropes with monkeys that I swear were on crack, ant-eaters with bloody tails, and sloths. Our tour guide sensed my nervousness and told me I should leave the room if I'm uncomfortable with the thought of these animals jumping on me. I left.

This is Ryan's grandma. I love her, so.

Puke-O-Rama February 2010

If you have a sensitive stomach, do not continue reading.



My mom was kind enough to watch Grant last night so I could go see a movie. I saw Valentine's Day. I loved this movie so much, I'm still thinking about it today. There's one scene that tugged at my heart strings so much I cried on the entire 10 minute drive to my mom's to pick up Grant. So so sweet. I must warn you to take my movie advice with a grain of salt, I like almost every movie I see. I hated Avatar but apparently I'm alone with my hating of the stupid blue people. I don't even want to watch the Oscar's this year. Except that Alec Baldwin is hosting. Long live Jacky D.



Back to my story. My mom greets me at the door with a grinning baby, but tells me he hasn't been able to keep any food down in his little tummy.



This morning, he wakes up and I give him some milk, he pukes all of it up. So gross. Not cute baby spit up, real person puke. It stinks. I get a little worried about him getting dehydrated so I offer him Pedialyte and he drinks a whole cup. He must've been thirsty. We go to my bed and I'm cuddling my sick little guy. Who hates to cuddle. He bounces up, jumps on my face and barfs.on.my.face.in.my.ear.and.in.my.hair.



Now, I had already showered for church, and done my hair, which now has puke in it. No, I didn't shower again, or wash my hair, I just cleaned it with a wash cloth, and went to church. Smelling like puke. Then I went and spent the afternoon with my in-laws still smelling puke in my hair. I just may be the sickest human being ever.

On the bright side, I've been lucky enough to spend some time with these little delights. (Is it okay to post pictures of someone's else's kids on your blog? Mae?) Their mom is Mae. She's such a hipster and she doesn't even know it, that what makes her so hip.



I love this little guy. He plays so well with my boy.





Look at this girl, are you kidding me? She's so so so adorable.

Look what happens when Mommy is in the dressing room?

Mine's the one with his pants falling off.

I love this kid.

I should really stop posting blogs at night, I bet I wouldn't post any of this if it weren't so late.

Sorry about the puke story.