...oopsie my bad.
The Jason Davis show runs on SUNDAY in the cities and the following SATURDAY in Duluth - not Sunday as I incorrectly stated the previous post (now corrected).
Though I do have to say, Ringo has officially been replaced by Captain Hook. It became official yesterday when Aidan announced he no longer wanted to grow up to be Ringo, but Captian Hook. You could tell it was hard for him to let go of though. He was thinking about it for a while after he said it and stated, "I sure wish I could go see pirates in concert though." Followed by a big sigh.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Sad and Gross But True
This post is not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach. If you are brave enough, read on....
Let me preface this story by saying that I was home alone.
I did a two for one bath deal this evening, which is usually easiest, since we've mostly gotten past the "keep your hands off your brother's penis" stage. I washed up Rowan, who was wearing copious amounts of spaghetti sauce, and then moved on to Aidan. I was rinsing his hair and very focused on it, as he was shaking his head like a dog after every pour, which had us both laughing. Rowan, meanwhile, splashed and played. I poured the last cupful of water over Aidan's head, realizing as I poured that the water was full of poop! Yes, Rowan had done his bowel duty in the tub, with Aidan in there with him and I dumped poop on my firstborn. Not my proudest moment as a parent, but for sure one of my most disgusting.
To their credit, Aidan did not freak as expected, and they were very patient as they stood obediently, shivering, at the edge of the tub while I drained it, sprayed off Aidan's hair with the shower head, cleaned the tub, and refilled it, then re-washed them both.
Ew.
Let me preface this story by saying that I was home alone.
I did a two for one bath deal this evening, which is usually easiest, since we've mostly gotten past the "keep your hands off your brother's penis" stage. I washed up Rowan, who was wearing copious amounts of spaghetti sauce, and then moved on to Aidan. I was rinsing his hair and very focused on it, as he was shaking his head like a dog after every pour, which had us both laughing. Rowan, meanwhile, splashed and played. I poured the last cupful of water over Aidan's head, realizing as I poured that the water was full of poop! Yes, Rowan had done his bowel duty in the tub, with Aidan in there with him and I dumped poop on my firstborn. Not my proudest moment as a parent, but for sure one of my most disgusting.
To their credit, Aidan did not freak as expected, and they were very patient as they stood obediently, shivering, at the edge of the tub while I drained it, sprayed off Aidan's hair with the shower head, cleaned the tub, and refilled it, then re-washed them both.
Ew.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Coming Soon....
FINALLY!
The story that Jason Davis (On the Road - KSTP) will be on this Saturday at 10:35 on KSTP (the following Saturday in Duluth on WDIO). Hope you can all catch it! Here's a link to the "preview"
http://kstp.com/article/stories/S662380.shtml
The story that Jason Davis (On the Road - KSTP) will be on this Saturday at 10:35 on KSTP (the following Saturday in Duluth on WDIO). Hope you can all catch it! Here's a link to the "preview"
http://kstp.com/article/stories/S662380.shtml
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Rah Rah Ree
I got one of these sweet cheerleader pens for my birthday from my friends Carrie and Corryn:
It has moveable pom-pom arms and lights up when you write with it. I'm tempted to bring it to the cafe and use it as my server pen. Wonder if my tips would go up or down?
Tonight our Daddy was in International Falls, and the whine factor during the "Witching Hour" (the hour before dinner) was astronomical. I tried to lighten things up with the cheerleader pen. I was trying to remember some old cheers (Sarah - some help here?) but all I could remember was this goofy one my mom used to do:
"Rah Rah ree, kick 'em in the knee!"
"Rah Rah red, kick 'em in the head!"
and of course, my old favorite:
"Rah Rah rutt, kick 'em in the butt!" (Now Aidan's new favorite.)
It quickly turned into a "teachable moment" as it morphed into a rhyming game. I would say something like "Rah Rah relbow..." and Aidan would try to figure out which body part rhymed. It killed some serious time while I was cooking and I believe it saved dinner.
After dinner, I was cleaning up and Aidan was still rhyming the cheers, kind of under his breath. He walked up to me with this funny look - later I would recognize it as the "Oh my Gosh I just made a FUN-NEE" look. He sort of smirked at me, then said, "Mom! Rah Rah reenis...."
Pretty good for a five year old, huh?
It has moveable pom-pom arms and lights up when you write with it. I'm tempted to bring it to the cafe and use it as my server pen. Wonder if my tips would go up or down?
Tonight our Daddy was in International Falls, and the whine factor during the "Witching Hour" (the hour before dinner) was astronomical. I tried to lighten things up with the cheerleader pen. I was trying to remember some old cheers (Sarah - some help here?) but all I could remember was this goofy one my mom used to do:
"Rah Rah ree, kick 'em in the knee!"
"Rah Rah red, kick 'em in the head!"
and of course, my old favorite:
"Rah Rah rutt, kick 'em in the butt!" (Now Aidan's new favorite.)
It quickly turned into a "teachable moment" as it morphed into a rhyming game. I would say something like "Rah Rah relbow..." and Aidan would try to figure out which body part rhymed. It killed some serious time while I was cooking and I believe it saved dinner.
After dinner, I was cleaning up and Aidan was still rhyming the cheers, kind of under his breath. He walked up to me with this funny look - later I would recognize it as the "Oh my Gosh I just made a FUN-NEE" look. He sort of smirked at me, then said, "Mom! Rah Rah reenis...."
Pretty good for a five year old, huh?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Boppa's Got Skills
We just finished a whirlwind weekend of our family being spread out across the state. Fitty was deer hunting in Ely (no luck), I was in St. Cloud at the Art Educators of MN conference (awesome), and the boys were at Nonnie and Boppa's house near Longville.
First I must point out that Rowan has not yet said "Mama." He has words: fan, car, socks, kitty, baba (bottle), Dadda. No "mama" yet, even though I WAS the one to give him life....sigh. Anyway, on our way out the door to meet my mom I said "Do you want to go to Nonnie's house?" and Rowan put his arms up and said "Na! Na!" Then I said, "Do you want to go see Nonnie and Boppa?" and he said "Boppa!" It was very cute.
Boppa seems to reign these days among the boys. Anyone who knows Boppa well knows he's REALLY good at fixing stuff and making stuff. After a day of helping Boppa with various projects around the house, Aidan had taken notice. While hanging out with Nonnie later that day, Aidan told my mom that he liked Boppa better than her. He pointed out that while he still loved her, "Boppa's just so talented."
Boppa's got skills.
First I must point out that Rowan has not yet said "Mama." He has words: fan, car, socks, kitty, baba (bottle), Dadda. No "mama" yet, even though I WAS the one to give him life....sigh. Anyway, on our way out the door to meet my mom I said "Do you want to go to Nonnie's house?" and Rowan put his arms up and said "Na! Na!" Then I said, "Do you want to go see Nonnie and Boppa?" and he said "Boppa!" It was very cute.
Boppa seems to reign these days among the boys. Anyone who knows Boppa well knows he's REALLY good at fixing stuff and making stuff. After a day of helping Boppa with various projects around the house, Aidan had taken notice. While hanging out with Nonnie later that day, Aidan told my mom that he liked Boppa better than her. He pointed out that while he still loved her, "Boppa's just so talented."
Boppa's got skills.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Spiritual Reflection after Election Day
Hi.
I try to keep this blog lighthearted and funny, and try to keep any "heavy" subjects out of it. Today I can't help but share this with you.
I receive these daily e-votionals through my church (UCC - coincidentally the same church as Obama's) and this one really struck a chord with me. It's been a rough few months...we're all stressed and stretched thin. This campaign has been draining on all of us. But really, it's about what we have, not what we don't have. So whether your candidate won last night or not, revel in this great advice. I know my greatest blessings are the ones I sit and watch sleep at night. And the ones whose Cheerios I must sweep off the floor. And the guy snoring next to me in bed. And all the rest of my family too. And that goes for friends as well.
When I look at all I'm surrounded with, I feel very very wealthy.
Sorry to get so sappy on you, maybe it's turning 35 that's doing it to me....
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Abundance or Scarcity?
Bible Excerpt from Psalm 128Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around the table.
Reflection by Martin B. Copenhaver
So much of our scripture is a celebration of abundance. The first chapters of Genesis are a song of praise for God's generosity. With each act of creation, the divine refrain is, "It is good, it is good, it is very good." And it pictures the Creator saying, "Be fruitful and multiply." It is what Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggeman calls, "an orgy of fruitfulness."
Many of the Psalms, including the one for today, survey creation and catalogue this abundance in loving detail and with joyful thanksgiving. Then, in the Gospels, Jesus multiplies loaves and fishes so that there is more than enough for everyone. At a wedding feast he turns water into wine, and more wine than could be consumed at a dozen weddings.
These highly symbolic stories speak of God's abundance. There is enough, there is more than enough. That's the biblical narrative. But the narrative by which we are tempted to live is another story entirely, a story of scarcity, where there is never enough. In fact, we are tempted to define enough as, "always something more than I have now."
In spite of all that has happened in recent months, we still live in the most prosperous country in the history of the world. Do you live out of a sense of abundance or scarcity? That may be an economic question, but certainly it is a faith question.
Prayer
O God, when I count your blessings, they are numberless as the sands, so I confess that I don't always get very far with my counting. So I simply thank you for sharing your abundance with me. Amen
I try to keep this blog lighthearted and funny, and try to keep any "heavy" subjects out of it. Today I can't help but share this with you.
I receive these daily e-votionals through my church (UCC - coincidentally the same church as Obama's) and this one really struck a chord with me. It's been a rough few months...we're all stressed and stretched thin. This campaign has been draining on all of us. But really, it's about what we have, not what we don't have. So whether your candidate won last night or not, revel in this great advice. I know my greatest blessings are the ones I sit and watch sleep at night. And the ones whose Cheerios I must sweep off the floor. And the guy snoring next to me in bed. And all the rest of my family too. And that goes for friends as well.
When I look at all I'm surrounded with, I feel very very wealthy.
Sorry to get so sappy on you, maybe it's turning 35 that's doing it to me....
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Abundance or Scarcity?
Bible Excerpt from Psalm 128Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around the table.
Reflection by Martin B. Copenhaver
So much of our scripture is a celebration of abundance. The first chapters of Genesis are a song of praise for God's generosity. With each act of creation, the divine refrain is, "It is good, it is good, it is very good." And it pictures the Creator saying, "Be fruitful and multiply." It is what Old Testament scholar Walter Brueggeman calls, "an orgy of fruitfulness."
Many of the Psalms, including the one for today, survey creation and catalogue this abundance in loving detail and with joyful thanksgiving. Then, in the Gospels, Jesus multiplies loaves and fishes so that there is more than enough for everyone. At a wedding feast he turns water into wine, and more wine than could be consumed at a dozen weddings.
These highly symbolic stories speak of God's abundance. There is enough, there is more than enough. That's the biblical narrative. But the narrative by which we are tempted to live is another story entirely, a story of scarcity, where there is never enough. In fact, we are tempted to define enough as, "always something more than I have now."
In spite of all that has happened in recent months, we still live in the most prosperous country in the history of the world. Do you live out of a sense of abundance or scarcity? That may be an economic question, but certainly it is a faith question.
Prayer
O God, when I count your blessings, they are numberless as the sands, so I confess that I don't always get very far with my counting. So I simply thank you for sharing your abundance with me. Amen
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Octopus' Garden
New YouTube footage, from the "Asbury Street Folk Festival" enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9Kfyeu2Idw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9Kfyeu2Idw
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