A phone conversation I had with my mom yesterday morning:
"Hey. I was wondering what you thought of avocado for a baby."
"What?"
"What do you think of avocado for a baby?"
"Avocado?"
"Yes. Avocado. Do you think it's okay for a baby?"
"Well, I guess. I don't know."
"Because Sabrina's giving it to Miles and I thought maybe it would be a good thing to put in that mesh bag for Addie."
Long pause. "Ooohh. Avocado as food for a baby. I thought you were asking how I liked Avocado as a name for a baby. I thought you'd gone crazy."
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
It's better to give than to receive
Last week I surprised Gabe with an early Christmas present. A Taylor 514ce acoustic guitar. Now, to the layman such as myself, this does not mean much. But to the schooled out there, you know that this is a big, nay, GINORMOUS deal. This is a guitar that Gabe has dreamed of, drooled over, thought he wouldn't be able to own for many more years. I knew I needed to make it happen.
Last Sunday, Brian and I set out to test drive some Taylors. See, when shopping for a Taylor, one must play it to know whether or not it sounds good. And, as I learned, unlike shoe shopping, you want the guitar that everyone else has tried on. So as I am not one that would know which guitar sounded the best, I brought Brian along to help. He was the one person I could think of that Gabe would trust with such a task. Plus, I think it made it even more special to have Brian be a part of this epic moment in Gabe's life. So after trying just two guitars (a 514 and a 614) we found THE ONE. I had Brian take the guitar home for safe keeping, since there is nowhere in our tiny dwelling that I could have succesfully hid it from Gabe. Now, I intended this gift to be a Christmas gift; one that is given on Christmas. I had already planned it all out in my head. We would invite a ton of people over on Christmas, as this is a gift that is to be received in front of a crowd. A little more than 24 hours after I purchased the guitar I broke down, I was so excited for Gabe to have his new Taylor, I was not gonna last till Christmas. I called Brian and asked if he could bring it with him to band practice on Tuesday night. (I had decided that Brian really needed to be there when I gave the guitar to Gabe, since he had played a part in the picking out of the guitar). Those 2 days of having that guitar and not giving it to Gabe, not being able to say anything, knowing how bad he was going to FREAK OUT when he saw it, those 2 days killed me. Sheer torture.
When Brian showed up Tuesday night (before Gabe got home from work) with IT, I almost couldn't contain my excitement. After those agonizing days of waiting, it was finally going to happen. Gabe was so close to having that puppy in his hands. So we set the guitar up in their practice space (our garage) on a guitar stand, in the middle of the floor. Gabe arrived home and we all ate dinner. I was so giddy inside I was almost squirming. And I couldn't look at Brian, because I was afraid I was going to burst, knowing what we knew, and knowing it was going to happen soon. I followed the guys out (I just happened to have to carry a plate of cookies out for them), and when the light came on, there it was, in all her glory. Gabe was mighty confused at first, thinking it might be Brian's, but then realizing it looked much different. He looked at me and I said "Merry Christmas".. When he finally realized it was his guitar, his Taylor, his baby, he was floored. It was seriously one of the best moments of gift giving in my life. I was so thrilled to give him something that he so badly wanted and never expected.
Giving him that guitar, seeing the sheer joy on his face and knowing how much he loves the gift, it was a glimpse into Christmas day. And I thought of Christmas morning when I was a kid, how jumping out of our skins excited my brothers and I were. So excited that we would wake up at 4:00 AM and sit around the tree until my parents got up. I CANNOT WAIT until Christmas. London is going to pee himself silly. Heck. I'm going to pee myself silly.
Last Sunday, Brian and I set out to test drive some Taylors. See, when shopping for a Taylor, one must play it to know whether or not it sounds good. And, as I learned, unlike shoe shopping, you want the guitar that everyone else has tried on. So as I am not one that would know which guitar sounded the best, I brought Brian along to help. He was the one person I could think of that Gabe would trust with such a task. Plus, I think it made it even more special to have Brian be a part of this epic moment in Gabe's life. So after trying just two guitars (a 514 and a 614) we found THE ONE. I had Brian take the guitar home for safe keeping, since there is nowhere in our tiny dwelling that I could have succesfully hid it from Gabe. Now, I intended this gift to be a Christmas gift; one that is given on Christmas. I had already planned it all out in my head. We would invite a ton of people over on Christmas, as this is a gift that is to be received in front of a crowd. A little more than 24 hours after I purchased the guitar I broke down, I was so excited for Gabe to have his new Taylor, I was not gonna last till Christmas. I called Brian and asked if he could bring it with him to band practice on Tuesday night. (I had decided that Brian really needed to be there when I gave the guitar to Gabe, since he had played a part in the picking out of the guitar). Those 2 days of having that guitar and not giving it to Gabe, not being able to say anything, knowing how bad he was going to FREAK OUT when he saw it, those 2 days killed me. Sheer torture.
When Brian showed up Tuesday night (before Gabe got home from work) with IT, I almost couldn't contain my excitement. After those agonizing days of waiting, it was finally going to happen. Gabe was so close to having that puppy in his hands. So we set the guitar up in their practice space (our garage) on a guitar stand, in the middle of the floor. Gabe arrived home and we all ate dinner. I was so giddy inside I was almost squirming. And I couldn't look at Brian, because I was afraid I was going to burst, knowing what we knew, and knowing it was going to happen soon. I followed the guys out (I just happened to have to carry a plate of cookies out for them), and when the light came on, there it was, in all her glory. Gabe was mighty confused at first, thinking it might be Brian's, but then realizing it looked much different. He looked at me and I said "Merry Christmas".. When he finally realized it was his guitar, his Taylor, his baby, he was floored. It was seriously one of the best moments of gift giving in my life. I was so thrilled to give him something that he so badly wanted and never expected.
Giving him that guitar, seeing the sheer joy on his face and knowing how much he loves the gift, it was a glimpse into Christmas day. And I thought of Christmas morning when I was a kid, how jumping out of our skins excited my brothers and I were. So excited that we would wake up at 4:00 AM and sit around the tree until my parents got up. I CANNOT WAIT until Christmas. London is going to pee himself silly. Heck. I'm going to pee myself silly.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Taggerific
Okay, so it happened. I've been tagged. And though I'm still not exactly sure what that means I do know I have to now tell you, my dear reader, 20 things that I've never blogged before, I think. So here we go.
1. The smell of ketchup makes me want to vomit.
2. I love the smell of skunk.
3. I once peed my pants in the 3rd grade, during Creature Teacher, while class was in progress.
4. I desperately wanted to be a Fly Girl on In Living Color.
5. I love to watch gymnastics, ice skating and ballroom dancing.
6. I would love to be a contestant on Ballroom Bootcamp on TLC.
7. The worst thing I ever threw up was hot and sour soup while I was 32 weeks pregnant. I managed to get it all over most of the bathroom; then I had to clean it up.
8. When I was little I used to choreograph roller skating routines to Madonna's Like A Virgin album.
9. The first cassette tape I ever bought was Madonna's Like A Virgin. I think I was 8.
10. I've only ever told one boy that I love him. He is now my husband.
11. I have given birth twice with no drugs. I plan to do it a third (and possibly a fourth) time too.
12. When I was little I tried to unscrew the metal part of a light bulb. It didn't work and I have the scar to prove it.
13. In 5th grade I got in trouble for kissing a boy, let's call him Tim, during recess. I got sent to the principal's office, reprimanded for my inappropriate actions and a call was made to my mother. The next day at school our class had a special assembly about the physical happenings that shouldn't happen between boys and girls. Everyone knew it was because of Tim and me.
14. When I was in high school I decided I wanted to be a marine mammal trainer. My senior year I got to work at the Maritime Center in Norwalk, CT. One of my responsibilities was feeding the sharks. I had to stand over the open shark tank on a tiny little plank and throw fish into the tank. Every time I did this I just knew it would be the time I fell in. One of my most favorite things was working with the harbor seals. I got to feed them, play with them, get kisses from them and clean their dirty, poopy tank each week. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
15. I am deathly afraid of heights.
16. When I was little I wanted to be Puerto Rican when I grew up. Don't ask, I don't know.
17. My brothers named me after the Bionic Woman.
18. Growing up my brothers found great amusement in tickling me till I peed my pants. They'd also hold me down and fart on my face.
19. In the mid-80s I had the HUGEST crushes on Lars Ulrich and Eddie Van Halen. Had? Who am I kidding. I still think they're cute.
20. I detest tomatoes. I am not a huge fan of chocolate. I refuse to eat lamb or veal (for cute baby animal reasons). I do however highly enjoy brussels sprouts, asparagus, beets and artichokes.
1. The smell of ketchup makes me want to vomit.
2. I love the smell of skunk.
3. I once peed my pants in the 3rd grade, during Creature Teacher, while class was in progress.
4. I desperately wanted to be a Fly Girl on In Living Color.
5. I love to watch gymnastics, ice skating and ballroom dancing.
6. I would love to be a contestant on Ballroom Bootcamp on TLC.
7. The worst thing I ever threw up was hot and sour soup while I was 32 weeks pregnant. I managed to get it all over most of the bathroom; then I had to clean it up.
8. When I was little I used to choreograph roller skating routines to Madonna's Like A Virgin album.
9. The first cassette tape I ever bought was Madonna's Like A Virgin. I think I was 8.
10. I've only ever told one boy that I love him. He is now my husband.
11. I have given birth twice with no drugs. I plan to do it a third (and possibly a fourth) time too.
12. When I was little I tried to unscrew the metal part of a light bulb. It didn't work and I have the scar to prove it.
13. In 5th grade I got in trouble for kissing a boy, let's call him Tim, during recess. I got sent to the principal's office, reprimanded for my inappropriate actions and a call was made to my mother. The next day at school our class had a special assembly about the physical happenings that shouldn't happen between boys and girls. Everyone knew it was because of Tim and me.
14. When I was in high school I decided I wanted to be a marine mammal trainer. My senior year I got to work at the Maritime Center in Norwalk, CT. One of my responsibilities was feeding the sharks. I had to stand over the open shark tank on a tiny little plank and throw fish into the tank. Every time I did this I just knew it would be the time I fell in. One of my most favorite things was working with the harbor seals. I got to feed them, play with them, get kisses from them and clean their dirty, poopy tank each week. It was one of the best experiences of my life.
15. I am deathly afraid of heights.
16. When I was little I wanted to be Puerto Rican when I grew up. Don't ask, I don't know.
17. My brothers named me after the Bionic Woman.
18. Growing up my brothers found great amusement in tickling me till I peed my pants. They'd also hold me down and fart on my face.
19. In the mid-80s I had the HUGEST crushes on Lars Ulrich and Eddie Van Halen. Had? Who am I kidding. I still think they're cute.
20. I detest tomatoes. I am not a huge fan of chocolate. I refuse to eat lamb or veal (for cute baby animal reasons). I do however highly enjoy brussels sprouts, asparagus, beets and artichokes.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I am a robot. I am talking like a robot.
Gabe made London's robot costume for Halloween this year. It came out awesome. He was the hit of the night. We even had a car full of people stop us and take a picture of London (I must admit I feel as if he was a bit exploited and my motherly instincts shouted DON'T YOU DARE OR I WILL CUT YOU! when the person asked to take his picture). London loved his robot costume. Gabe did such a great job (thank you, from me and London). Adelaide was a duck. She of course made a cute duck. Here are some pictures from trick-or-treating.
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