Wish I was doing this right now instead of doing dishes.
*PS - Does anyone want to start a Bike Gang with me? Seriously...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Random Things...
Random Things...
So, apparently the guy that used to live here before we did raised messenger pigeons. When we came back from California, there were just 2, and now we have a collection of 5 filthy birds that sit on our roof, right next to our bedroom window. Our backyard is starting to feel like a weird version of a Harry Potter Owlry. Can I send anyone a message?
In the car after a long day at Disneyland, I had a headache. Luke was firing off questions, like usual. H: "Luke, no more questions right now, OK? I have a headache." slight pause. L: "Why do you have a headache?" H: "I don't really want to talk about it right now. No more questions, OK?" L: "But mom, I just want to know EVERYTHING. That way people will say to me, 'hey, you're brilliant' " (as he shoots his cool guy pointer finger at me).
Miles love to pretend to die in combat. Luke will get him with a sword and then begins a dramatic 2 minute presentation, complete with stumbling, a few pained groans, eyes closed, and finally ending up with him spread out on the floor with a slight smirk on his face, just waiting for someone to come revive him.
A couple nights before my parents left on their mission to Peru, we were speaking a little Spanglish and Luke said, "Companeros. That means: 'what's new at Costco.' "
Once again, Luke did not disappoint while playing in the fountains at the Gateway. Just an older version of the crazy 2-year-old in Kansas City. Miles, on the other hand, should be a minesweeper. That kid walked back and forth through the fountains so many times and never got wet. Not even a drop!
So, apparently the guy that used to live here before we did raised messenger pigeons. When we came back from California, there were just 2, and now we have a collection of 5 filthy birds that sit on our roof, right next to our bedroom window. Our backyard is starting to feel like a weird version of a Harry Potter Owlry. Can I send anyone a message?
In the car after a long day at Disneyland, I had a headache. Luke was firing off questions, like usual. H: "Luke, no more questions right now, OK? I have a headache." slight pause. L: "Why do you have a headache?" H: "I don't really want to talk about it right now. No more questions, OK?" L: "But mom, I just want to know EVERYTHING. That way people will say to me, 'hey, you're brilliant' " (as he shoots his cool guy pointer finger at me).
Miles love to pretend to die in combat. Luke will get him with a sword and then begins a dramatic 2 minute presentation, complete with stumbling, a few pained groans, eyes closed, and finally ending up with him spread out on the floor with a slight smirk on his face, just waiting for someone to come revive him.
A couple nights before my parents left on their mission to Peru, we were speaking a little Spanglish and Luke said, "Companeros. That means: 'what's new at Costco.' "
Once again, Luke did not disappoint while playing in the fountains at the Gateway. Just an older version of the crazy 2-year-old in Kansas City. Miles, on the other hand, should be a minesweeper. That kid walked back and forth through the fountains so many times and never got wet. Not even a drop!
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