Sara came down with James after he had woken up and handed him to me.
Thinking I'm clever, "Oh my, James! You don't have any clothes on. You must tell me your secret. How did you get Mom to rip those clothes off you?"
James spits up all over my clothes.... didn't really work as planned.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Had a bit of a miscommunication with Nate tonight about who was coming over to babysit.
Had a bit of a miscommunication with Nate tonight about who was coming over to babysit.
"Jesus coming over?"
"No, Charissa. Sha. Ris. Ah."
He does love the little children, but family services might not be so understanding...
"Jesus coming over?"
"No, Charissa. Sha. Ris. Ah."
He does love the little children, but family services might not be so understanding...
Friday, August 12, 2011
Nooooooo, just noticed Google+ has a games tab that states the following, "The games you play and your...
Nooooooo, just noticed Google+ has a games tab that states the following, "The games you play and your accomplishments (such as high scores, levels, and achievements) may be visible to other Google+ users. This makes it easy to find friends and play together." ...it also happens to make it easy to annoy friends.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The AC broke at work, but the VP brought in popsicles for everyone!
The AC broke at work, but the VP brought in popsicles for everyone!
(File under: small victories)
(File under: small victories)
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Yesterday I biked home on a 48 degree humidex day, with a dress shirt and pants on, from a office with air...
Yesterday I biked home on a 48 degree humidex day, with a dress shirt and pants on, from a office with air conditioning that couldn't handle the heat, to a house with no air conditioning at all. I walked in the door and Sara handed me a freshly made blueberry smoothie. Best. Wife. Ever.
(That's right, I'm publicly bragging.)
+1 Sara Epp
(That's right, I'm publicly bragging.)
+1 Sara Epp
Monday, July 18, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Last Christmas, a friend gave me a small Lego set just for fun.
Originally shared by Tyler Neylon
Last Christmas, a friend gave me a small Lego set just for fun. It's part of a Creator series, where each set comes with instructions for three different models. I love the versatility and expressiveness of Lego, and I think 3 is far too small a number for what can be done with these, so I challenged myself to create 50 original designs with this one set of about 50 pieces. These images are the result.
Last Christmas, a friend gave me a small Lego set just for fun. It's part of a Creator series, where each set comes with instructions for three different models. I love the versatility and expressiveness of Lego, and I think 3 is far too small a number for what can be done with these, so I challenged myself to create 50 original designs with this one set of about 50 pieces. These images are the result.
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Friday, July 01, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Actual Food
This weekend we were trying to get Nate to eat his lunch, but he wasn't interested. Instead he was busy acting out an elaborate portrayal of eating an imaginary ice cream cone, complete with exclamations of how good it tasted.
Me: "Nate, your ice cream cone is imaginary, would you like some actual food? Mum, has some actual food for you."
Nate's face lights up and he looks over to Sara.
Sara lifts up Nate's fork with the same piece of salad on it that has been there for the last ten minutes.
Nate (downcast): "Nate no like actual food."
Me: "Nate, your ice cream cone is imaginary, would you like some actual food? Mum, has some actual food for you."
Nate's face lights up and he looks over to Sara.
Sara lifts up Nate's fork with the same piece of salad on it that has been there for the last ten minutes.
Nate (downcast): "Nate no like actual food."
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
It's all fun and games until someone does a Hitler salute
I need to start this post with a disclaimer: Nate often does strange things for which we can find no explanation.
For example, a couple of months back he used to, on quite regular basis, randomly break from eating his meal and announce, "Nate do this." At which point he would commence to very precisely move his arms up and down opposite of each other. What made the behavior all the more bizarre was that he would do it very ... very ... slowly. As a guest who witnessed this pointed out, "It seems improbable that a two year old would do that." (In particular a very active and enthusiastic two year old.)
Just yesterday we were eating supper and he put his foot up and onto the table so that the tips of his toes were pointed at a grain of rice that had fallen off his plate. When told that feet do not go on the table, he replied that his foot was a bird eating at a bird feeder. With admirable lack of laughter we calmly pointed out that regardless of what he was pretending his foot was, it should not go on the table.
This morning we were calmly eating breakfast, everything normal, when Nate stopped, said, "Mom do this", and proceeded to do what appeared to be a perfect Hitler salute. Naturally, being the good spouse that I am, I began to laugh out loud. Nate joined in the laughter and when the laughter had died down stated matter of factly, "This make Dad happy." Oh oh. I just know this is going to come back to haunt me the next time I'm at the playground and bump into that Dad I really don't know.
For example, a couple of months back he used to, on quite regular basis, randomly break from eating his meal and announce, "Nate do this." At which point he would commence to very precisely move his arms up and down opposite of each other. What made the behavior all the more bizarre was that he would do it very ... very ... slowly. As a guest who witnessed this pointed out, "It seems improbable that a two year old would do that." (In particular a very active and enthusiastic two year old.)
Just yesterday we were eating supper and he put his foot up and onto the table so that the tips of his toes were pointed at a grain of rice that had fallen off his plate. When told that feet do not go on the table, he replied that his foot was a bird eating at a bird feeder. With admirable lack of laughter we calmly pointed out that regardless of what he was pretending his foot was, it should not go on the table.
This morning we were calmly eating breakfast, everything normal, when Nate stopped, said, "Mom do this", and proceeded to do what appeared to be a perfect Hitler salute. Naturally, being the good spouse that I am, I began to laugh out loud. Nate joined in the laughter and when the laughter had died down stated matter of factly, "This make Dad happy." Oh oh. I just know this is going to come back to haunt me the next time I'm at the playground and bump into that Dad I really don't know.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Future Consumer
We ran out of orange juice at breakfast this morning. Nate immediately goes, "Buy more!" It's amazing how fast they catch on to how western culture works.
Theological Discussions with Two Year Olds
Nate unprompted while eating breakfast, "Nate thank Jesus give me two eyes."
"Yes, Nate, that's a good thing to thank Jesus for. Having two eyes is great, because now you have depth perception."
"Nate no eat Jesus."
"Yes, Nate, we don't eat Jesus... well, actually we kind of figuratively... never mind, let's just leave it at not eating Jesus."
"Yes, Nate, that's a good thing to thank Jesus for. Having two eyes is great, because now you have depth perception."
"Nate no eat Jesus."
"Yes, Nate, we don't eat Jesus... well, actually we kind of figuratively... never mind, let's just leave it at not eating Jesus."
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Passions
When Nate wakes up, the first thing he asks is to go outside, either to play in the sandbox or to eat outside. He loves his sandbox. Unfortunately that love can be evidenced by sand strewn in patches across our entire backyard. We've been waging a slow campaign, with little obvious results, to get him to keep the sand in the sandbox. I didn't think anything had sunk in until yesterday.
Yesterday, Nate and I went to watch some construction vehicles doing work up our street. Nate watched for sometime, happily naming and pointing out all the different types of construction vehicles. We watched for sometime, when suddenly he began to get excited about something, gesturing and yelling loudly. It took me a while to figure out what was going on over the din of the construction equipment, but eventually I managed to make out that he was trying to tell the construction workers that the sand they were working with needed to stay in the sandbox. (If only he was that passionate about following rules himself.)
Yesterday, Nate and I went to watch some construction vehicles doing work up our street. Nate watched for sometime, happily naming and pointing out all the different types of construction vehicles. We watched for sometime, when suddenly he began to get excited about something, gesturing and yelling loudly. It took me a while to figure out what was going on over the din of the construction equipment, but eventually I managed to make out that he was trying to tell the construction workers that the sand they were working with needed to stay in the sandbox. (If only he was that passionate about following rules himself.)
Monday, February 05, 2007
Friday, February 02, 2007
How To Eat Food
An excellent article on food and the American diet. If the article's too long, skip to the end for the tips.
Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.
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