I watched Ellen this morning. The last guest was a staff member who submitted a bad "paid-for" photo of himself. Seems he was Boy Number Four and his mother had despaired of having the girl she'd yearned for, so, before his first haircut around the age of two, Mom borrowed a neighbor girl's dress, did up her little boy's golden locks with ponytail and ribbon and, click, there he was preserved for posterity as a temporary she-child.
I confess to letting my sons' hair get long enough to qualify for ribbons and barrettes before the first haircut, mostly out of busy-ness with so many kids to care for, but I did NOT dress them as girls. Their sister did that. I hope they've forgiven both of us. They all seem normal and well-adjusted. At least on the surface ;)
Short blog, "running off" to walk the mall, hopefully to find some Wolverine jammies to go with the electronic retractable claw I got for Evan's birthday. Oh boy, his mom and dad are sure gonna thank me. He'll probably need a cage to play in with his claw so he doesn't do damage to his sister, cats or dogs in the house. Another prerogative of Beermahood!
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Eggplant makes "her" debut on Beerma's blog
Hello and welcome to the snow. Or take the snow and shove-l it. I'm over it, jealous that I wasn't on a Caribbean cruise and slightly embittered by being housebound. I miss my wheels!
Good time coming this weekend - unless the weather craps on us, of course. Eggplant, the newest photo posted here, is bringing her parents to visit this weekend from Kansas City. Let me say that the gender isn't determined and Joel and Amy don't want to know, but I'm applying all voodoo I can for another girl. We're severely outnumbered in this Wazac clan by the guys, so I'm hoping. But you and I know it won't make a bit of difference. Once here, he or she will be perfect, as are all my grandchildren. Some days they're perfect hellions, but that's all part of the package.
Evan turned five the day after his Mom and Dad got home from their cruise, so his party is this coming weekend, too. It'll be nice that his Uncle Joel and Auntie Amy can be here. That doesn't happen too often. Evan is something of our "miracle baby." He was born 10 weeks premature with several health issues that required an immediate ambulance trip to Iowa City, where he spent the next many weeks in ICU. At one point, he was only as big as his daddy's hand. Granted Michael at 6'5" has big hands, but that was still one small baby. He survived all the bumps in the road and now graces us with charm and humor way beyond his years. He just knew he was going to need new clothes the day after his birthday since he would be five and nothing from four years old would fit. He also wants Wolverine claws, which I'm hoping to find before this weekend. If you know where I can find them, please let me know!
I keep looking at the snow out there, trying to screw up the courage to shovel, but I'm slowly stifling the urge. My mail carrier said forget it, save the hip since she's already been through and has nice tall boots. After all, who else matters? Well, meter readers like my son Michael, but I hear they can read from a distance and hopefully my unshoveled sidewalk won't matter today. I've been motating around here without my walker - ain't that great! Even doing the stairs without and feeling pretty confident. Pretty soon, I'll be walking that track on my own, too, and then ... rats, I'll be driving to Iowa City every day for work. Ah well, time enough to dread that. At least I can hope that the snow will be gone by then.
Lunchtime!
Good time coming this weekend - unless the weather craps on us, of course. Eggplant, the newest photo posted here, is bringing her parents to visit this weekend from Kansas City. Let me say that the gender isn't determined and Joel and Amy don't want to know, but I'm applying all voodoo I can for another girl. We're severely outnumbered in this Wazac clan by the guys, so I'm hoping. But you and I know it won't make a bit of difference. Once here, he or she will be perfect, as are all my grandchildren. Some days they're perfect hellions, but that's all part of the package.
Evan turned five the day after his Mom and Dad got home from their cruise, so his party is this coming weekend, too. It'll be nice that his Uncle Joel and Auntie Amy can be here. That doesn't happen too often. Evan is something of our "miracle baby." He was born 10 weeks premature with several health issues that required an immediate ambulance trip to Iowa City, where he spent the next many weeks in ICU. At one point, he was only as big as his daddy's hand. Granted Michael at 6'5" has big hands, but that was still one small baby. He survived all the bumps in the road and now graces us with charm and humor way beyond his years. He just knew he was going to need new clothes the day after his birthday since he would be five and nothing from four years old would fit. He also wants Wolverine claws, which I'm hoping to find before this weekend. If you know where I can find them, please let me know!
I keep looking at the snow out there, trying to screw up the courage to shovel, but I'm slowly stifling the urge. My mail carrier said forget it, save the hip since she's already been through and has nice tall boots. After all, who else matters? Well, meter readers like my son Michael, but I hear they can read from a distance and hopefully my unshoveled sidewalk won't matter today. I've been motating around here without my walker - ain't that great! Even doing the stairs without and feeling pretty confident. Pretty soon, I'll be walking that track on my own, too, and then ... rats, I'll be driving to Iowa City every day for work. Ah well, time enough to dread that. At least I can hope that the snow will be gone by then.
Lunchtime!
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