Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Day in the Life of Jonathan:
A Photostory of an average day in the Gagtastic household.
Starting off the day normal
Emptying out the cupboards is way cooler than playing with magnets!
Then I saw...
...an open DISHWASHER!
BUT MOM *bambi eyes*
Fine! I'll just play in a box!
Now if I push this over here...
Didn't work out quite like I was thinking...
BANISHED!
But being banished can be fun because...
...Look at what I can reach now!
Starting off the day normal
Emptying out the cupboards is way cooler than playing with magnets!
Then I saw...
...an open DISHWASHER!
BUT MOM *bambi eyes*
Fine! I'll just play in a box!
Now if I push this over here...
Didn't work out quite like I was thinking...
BANISHED!
But being banished can be fun because...
...Look at what I can reach now!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Grandfather insight
My dad wrote this up while Jonathan and I were visiting in Oregon, I love it :D :D :D
As most of you know, Tif and Jonathan are staying with us for a few weeks. This is a great opportunity for Lisa and I as we haven't had a lot of time with the grandbaby. I've been able to spend some quality moments with Jawathan (not a spelling error, btw). So far, I've taught him some of the fundamental and traditional tribal dances from our family. In exchange for this treat, he has been able to give me access to some of his thoughts:
* I'm not really sure what I want right now. I'm not hungry or sleepy. I'm not thirsty and there really isn't anything that I want. I guess the best plan right now is to keep crying until something comes along.
* Oh, wow. Did I just puke? I can't believe I just did that in public. My bad.
* Whoa, whatever Grandpa just made is completely loaded with cheese. I think I love him.
* Gads, here comes that dog with the ginormous tongu.... ugh... all over the face. Yeah, I need a towel.
* OK, Grandma, I get it. No, really. I get the idea. Yeah, yeah, I love you, too. Seriously, now. ALRIGHT, PYSCHO LADY, QUIT KISSING ME!
* Note to self: Sharing toys with Dog will most likely void the aforementioned toy's warranty.
* Not too sure what I should be doing right now.... Sooo... I guess blowing spit bubbles is in order.
* No, look, when I cry like that, it means that I want steak and potato, not that slimy green stuff in the little jar.
* LEGS! LEGS! WORK WITH ME NOW! C'mon, if that geezer Grandpa can walk, I should be able to, right?
* Oooo, fuzzy kitty.... I wonder what happens when you pull on the.... OK, I really hope that becomes a manly scar at some point.
* Are you seriously going to make me wear that? Oh, you are SO going to regret my teenage years.
* What's with you? That's not a "Aww-Isn't-He-Cute" face. It's a "I'm-Gonna-Hurl-Lunch" face. Just sayin'.
* No. No way. I'm tellin' you, if you put me in that car seat one more time, I'm gonna... well, do THAT. Now change my diaper. Again.
* I have no idea why you're all upset. I don't recognize you because from the ankles down, you all look the same.
* Do you all sound that way? Is that even a language? What the heck does, "Goo goo diddums" even mean?
* Wait, you're telling me that it's going to take me fifteen more years before I can even hope to be considered "hulking"? Oh, that sucks.
* Whoa. Have I got a Super Colon or what? Wow.
* No, I have no idea what the slimy substance is on my hand. That's why I wiped it on you.
* Yeah, that's right. I'm crying. Again. Wanna know why? Well, let's see. You're eating something out of a container that says, "Ben & Jerry's", while I, on the other hand, am eating something out of a container that says, "Strained Peas". I think this mystery is solved, mmKay?
* Oh, please. Not the Five Cheeky Monkeys story again. C'mon. Read me some Cussler or Koontz for a change. At this point, I'd even take a hallucinogenic Dr. Suess.
* You know, after the first few bites, the dog's food isn't so bad.
* OK, Dog. Step away from the stroller. I have a weird plastic toy and I'm not afraid to use it.
As most of you know, Tif and Jonathan are staying with us for a few weeks. This is a great opportunity for Lisa and I as we haven't had a lot of time with the grandbaby. I've been able to spend some quality moments with Jawathan (not a spelling error, btw). So far, I've taught him some of the fundamental and traditional tribal dances from our family. In exchange for this treat, he has been able to give me access to some of his thoughts:
* I'm not really sure what I want right now. I'm not hungry or sleepy. I'm not thirsty and there really isn't anything that I want. I guess the best plan right now is to keep crying until something comes along.
* Oh, wow. Did I just puke? I can't believe I just did that in public. My bad.
* Whoa, whatever Grandpa just made is completely loaded with cheese. I think I love him.
* Gads, here comes that dog with the ginormous tongu.... ugh... all over the face. Yeah, I need a towel.
* OK, Grandma, I get it. No, really. I get the idea. Yeah, yeah, I love you, too. Seriously, now. ALRIGHT, PYSCHO LADY, QUIT KISSING ME!
* Note to self: Sharing toys with Dog will most likely void the aforementioned toy's warranty.
* Not too sure what I should be doing right now.... Sooo... I guess blowing spit bubbles is in order.
* No, look, when I cry like that, it means that I want steak and potato, not that slimy green stuff in the little jar.
* LEGS! LEGS! WORK WITH ME NOW! C'mon, if that geezer Grandpa can walk, I should be able to, right?
* Oooo, fuzzy kitty.... I wonder what happens when you pull on the.... OK, I really hope that becomes a manly scar at some point.
* Are you seriously going to make me wear that? Oh, you are SO going to regret my teenage years.
* What's with you? That's not a "Aww-Isn't-He-Cute" face. It's a "I'm-Gonna-Hurl-Lunch" face. Just sayin'.
* No. No way. I'm tellin' you, if you put me in that car seat one more time, I'm gonna... well, do THAT. Now change my diaper. Again.
* I have no idea why you're all upset. I don't recognize you because from the ankles down, you all look the same.
* Do you all sound that way? Is that even a language? What the heck does, "Goo goo diddums" even mean?
* Wait, you're telling me that it's going to take me fifteen more years before I can even hope to be considered "hulking"? Oh, that sucks.
* Whoa. Have I got a Super Colon or what? Wow.
* No, I have no idea what the slimy substance is on my hand. That's why I wiped it on you.
* Yeah, that's right. I'm crying. Again. Wanna know why? Well, let's see. You're eating something out of a container that says, "Ben & Jerry's", while I, on the other hand, am eating something out of a container that says, "Strained Peas". I think this mystery is solved, mmKay?
* Oh, please. Not the Five Cheeky Monkeys story again. C'mon. Read me some Cussler or Koontz for a change. At this point, I'd even take a hallucinogenic Dr. Suess.
* You know, after the first few bites, the dog's food isn't so bad.
* OK, Dog. Step away from the stroller. I have a weird plastic toy and I'm not afraid to use it.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Back When...
I watched one of my favorite all time movies last night "The Trouble with Angels" What a great movie ( ♥ Hayley Mills and Rosalind Russell!) No love triangles, sex, or suffering, just plain 'ol fun mischievousness!
Anyways I love this line from it.
"Be happy, that's the greatest gift a mother can give her children." -Reverend Mother
Anyways I love this line from it.
"Be happy, that's the greatest gift a mother can give her children." -Reverend Mother
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Over Achiever
Jonathan was playing in his bedroom when all of the sudden I hear a large "BAM!" Even though I know there is nothing dangerous in Jonathan's room I am still very curious as to what he has found that would cause that large of a noise when banged against a wall...
Lo and behold he was playing with a 5 gallon water jug. More than half his size...
baby toys are so passé
Lo and behold he was playing with a 5 gallon water jug. More than half his size...
baby toys are so passé
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