Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
She is now a good 25 1/2 inches tall and a hefty 17 lbs 4 ounces. She is 95% in weight and 75% in height. She got 2 shots today and maybe she will give mommy a good nights sleep by sleeping through the night for once.
I don't know Jory's stats for 5 months because the papers probably got lost in the mess of the fire way back when. She is actually falling in the same weight range as him but he seemed to always be a good 2 inches over her in comparison. Our little Mira's thighs can show for where that extra weight is. She has the perfect little turkey thighs, appropriate for Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Today I was very surprised to see in his backpack a cookbook. It was titled 'Rainbow Fish Complete Thanksgiving Cookbook 2007 ~ All you need to cook a foolproof dinner'. I was expecting to find simple recipes that I could possibly do with Jory for the holiday. As I open the book I find what the kids were asked they will have on Thanksgiving and how it is made.
Jory's Thanksgiving dinner is said to be French Toast. How is it made? This is what he said: Get sugar, 4 eggs, flour and fruit juice. Mix it together so it looks like banana bread. Cook it in the oven so it can get hot. Then take it out and eat it with a fork. Yummy!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Before the hockey game started, Ryan wanted to play a little Guitar Hero. So after dinner he rushed down and started to play. Which system and which version is beyond me, but I know he loves to play. When Jory finally finished his bowl of cereal he ran down to play with daddy and the ‘violins’ I leave Mira with them on the couch and hurry to gather some laundry. I come downstairs with a pretty big load of wash and I was caught off guard to what I was witnessing.
Daddy was in familiar character to me but Jory was strapped up with his guitar in hand. His right hand on the soundboard and the left holding the fingerboard. Of course his hand was grasping from above instead from the underneath but you can tell he got the idea.
So there I was, watching the two males in my family playing (or pretending to) Guitar Hero. They were jamming to Poisons’ Talk Dirty to Me. Jory, was not just playing, but dancing around like C.C. DeVille in a concert trying to impress someone with his fingerwork.
The kicker in this scene was not my son trying to be a rockstar but my daughter sitting behind them on the couch rocking herself in excitement like their own personal backstage groupie.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
He kept asking me why he got a flu shot and I kept telling him because I don’t want him to get the flu. Over and over again this went on. Finally he tells me that its ok that he got a flu shot because NOW he has three band-aids.