A few days ago, I saw this video.
If any of you know me at all, you know how much I hate mowing the lawn. Figuring out how to get this to work is my new mission in life.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
My New Nickname
My daughter just gave me a new nickname.
The other evening, I was giving her a hug goodnight and said, "I love you, [INSERT DAUGHTER'S NAME]."
Her head was perched on my shoulder and one of her hands was playing with the hair above my neck when she replied, "I nuv you ... Prince Phinnup."
She still has difficulty saying her "L" sounds, so I'm now Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty.
The next day, I got a repeat of the same thing, so it is now official.
Although, the motivation for this might have come because she was wearing her Sleeping Beauty nightgown.
The other evening, I was giving her a hug goodnight and said, "I love you, [INSERT DAUGHTER'S NAME]."
Her head was perched on my shoulder and one of her hands was playing with the hair above my neck when she replied, "I nuv you ... Prince Phinnup."
She still has difficulty saying her "L" sounds, so I'm now Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty.
The next day, I got a repeat of the same thing, so it is now official.
Although, the motivation for this might have come because she was wearing her Sleeping Beauty nightgown.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I would watch an entire movie like this ...
This video is pretty much the best preview/trailer I've ever seen, possibly because it crams every Oscar-winning movie into one.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Boy Crazy
My daughter has made no secret about her interest in boys.
She's only 2 years old.
Does anyone else have a numbing sense of anxiety about those last two sentences? Maybe that only happens to the father (or mother) of the boy crazy 2-year-old. I'm guessing everyone else is too busy laughing at our predicament to feel any fear.
Exhibit A: In my church, 12 year old boys pass the Sacrament to the congregation. For a while now, she has been interested in watching them and has even tried to chat some of them up while they line up next to our pew.
Exhibit B: This one just happened yesterday. My daughter was in the nursery during the last part of church. There was a new little boy in the group, and she immediately latched onto him, following him around, playing with him, giving him hugs, etc. The nursery leaders even heard her tell him, "You're my prince and I'm so happy!"
Obviously, I can't lock my daughter up in the basement. I have a plan in place to keep the boys at bay, but I didn't even consider my own daughter's boy craziness. Any advice on how to stifle this (at least until she's the appropriate age)?
She's only 2 years old.
Does anyone else have a numbing sense of anxiety about those last two sentences? Maybe that only happens to the father (or mother) of the boy crazy 2-year-old. I'm guessing everyone else is too busy laughing at our predicament to feel any fear.
Exhibit A: In my church, 12 year old boys pass the Sacrament to the congregation. For a while now, she has been interested in watching them and has even tried to chat some of them up while they line up next to our pew.
Exhibit B: This one just happened yesterday. My daughter was in the nursery during the last part of church. There was a new little boy in the group, and she immediately latched onto him, following him around, playing with him, giving him hugs, etc. The nursery leaders even heard her tell him, "You're my prince and I'm so happy!"
Obviously, I can't lock my daughter up in the basement. I have a plan in place to keep the boys at bay, but I didn't even consider my own daughter's boy craziness. Any advice on how to stifle this (at least until she's the appropriate age)?
Saturday, April 24, 2010
How To Article of the Week
This week: How to Make a Visual Baby Monitor with Skype
How awesome would this be?
Seriously.
The only problem is that I'd have to run a computer in the baby room for this to work. Minor catch, but in theory, I would have loved this.
How awesome would this be?
Seriously.
The only problem is that I'd have to run a computer in the baby room for this to work. Minor catch, but in theory, I would have loved this.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Jaw Dropping
Technically, I play the piano, but after watching the video of this guy flying through La Campanella by Liszt, I'm ready to admit I've been lying because if this is what playing the piano really is, I kidding myself.
It doesn't get really insane until around 1:36-ish, and it gets insane at around 2:38. And the ending blew my mind.
It doesn't get really insane until around 1:36-ish, and it gets insane at around 2:38. And the ending blew my mind.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I never thought I'd say this, but ...
I have now attended a baby shower.
And I almost got to host it too.
My wife was planning a baby shower for a girl in our neighborhood, and at the last minute got really sick. So, I packed up all her supplies and took them to the location. Then I made a feeble attempt to decorate the room to the specifications of my wife's internal vision.
Right before it started, my wife was feeling well enough that she wanted to attend. Needless to say, I was relieved. I don't know what goes on during baby showers, so I wasn't looking forward to trying to host it.
I'm just glad my wife had tasteful plans for activities. The only thing they did was chat, eat and make a couple custom story books for the baby.
I've heard rumors of some pretty interesting baby shower activities, and I can't imagine subjecting a bunch of women to guess what kind of candy bar has been melted to the inside of a diaper in the microwave.
Do people actually do this at baby showers? It makes me wonder what else I'm missing.
And I almost got to host it too.
My wife was planning a baby shower for a girl in our neighborhood, and at the last minute got really sick. So, I packed up all her supplies and took them to the location. Then I made a feeble attempt to decorate the room to the specifications of my wife's internal vision.
Right before it started, my wife was feeling well enough that she wanted to attend. Needless to say, I was relieved. I don't know what goes on during baby showers, so I wasn't looking forward to trying to host it.
I'm just glad my wife had tasteful plans for activities. The only thing they did was chat, eat and make a couple custom story books for the baby.
I've heard rumors of some pretty interesting baby shower activities, and I can't imagine subjecting a bunch of women to guess what kind of candy bar has been melted to the inside of a diaper in the microwave.
Do people actually do this at baby showers? It makes me wonder what else I'm missing.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I've been listening to this song almost constantly
This video makes me laugh, and I think I've decided that I like the group who made it (Vampire Weekend).
I'm not sure, though, if it was the video that made me like the song more than I would have if I had just heard it on it's own.
I'm not sure, though, if it was the video that made me like the song more than I would have if I had just heard it on it's own.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Battle of the Sexes
When I was single and in college, a bunch of people got together to play Battle of the Sexes.
It's a game where the guys are on one team and the girls are on another. Then the guys have to answer questions that only girls typically know and girls have to answer guy-type questions.
Since the game was hosted in the apartment of the girl I liked (i.e. my wife), I felt some extra pressure to do well at the game. My idiot brain told me this would make me appear more sensitive and would show her how much we potentially had in common.
(Tangent)
Fortunately, she never got the memo that girls are supposed to like bad boys who wear leather jackets and ride motorcycles.
If she had, my plan would have been doomed.
(End Tangent)
We were well into the game, when it was the guys' turn to answer a question. By this point, the stress and adrenaline had turned me into one of those nervous little dogs who shake uncontrollably all the time.
With my senses on high alert and my body on some kind of natural caffeine high, the girls asked the following question:
"What were the names of the three fairies in Sleeping Beauty?"
I blurted out the answer without thinking of the repercussions it would have on my social life:
"Flora, Fauna and Merryweather!"
In unison and in slow motion, the entire room turned toward me and gave me one of these:
The moral? Some things don't make you look sensitive and approachable. They just make you look odd and a little unbalanced.
It's a game where the guys are on one team and the girls are on another. Then the guys have to answer questions that only girls typically know and girls have to answer guy-type questions.
Since the game was hosted in the apartment of the girl I liked (i.e. my wife), I felt some extra pressure to do well at the game. My idiot brain told me this would make me appear more sensitive and would show her how much we potentially had in common.
(Tangent)
Fortunately, she never got the memo that girls are supposed to like bad boys who wear leather jackets and ride motorcycles.
If she had, my plan would have been doomed.
(End Tangent)
We were well into the game, when it was the guys' turn to answer a question. By this point, the stress and adrenaline had turned me into one of those nervous little dogs who shake uncontrollably all the time.
With my senses on high alert and my body on some kind of natural caffeine high, the girls asked the following question:
"What were the names of the three fairies in Sleeping Beauty?"
I blurted out the answer without thinking of the repercussions it would have on my social life:
"Flora, Fauna and Merryweather!"
In unison and in slow motion, the entire room turned toward me and gave me one of these:
The moral? Some things don't make you look sensitive and approachable. They just make you look odd and a little unbalanced.
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