i am fourteen months old now, and here are my player's stats:
..1 nap a day.
..about billion ways to get you into a triangle hold.
..cuddling with kaiden.
..making funny faces.
..playing in the trash and with the drapes when mommy isn't looking.
..my aunt lauren.
..having my pitties tickled.
..when daddy comes home.
..whole wheat bread and fruit.
..putting you in a triangle hold.
..walking down the hall without holding mommy's hand.
..waking up at 6 am instead of 8.
..my veggietales CDs.
..my new sister penelope. i know how to point to her in mommy's belly...and on mommy's face...and on mommy's arm.
..anything with wheels, whether it's something to play with or something to watch.
..saying "MAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAAA!" when i want dinner rightnow.
..getting caught playing in the trash or with the drapes.
..when people leave my house. it's a very sad time for me.
..when i'm not allowed to pull everything out of the closet.
we then headed to watch some buccaneers hockey. um, i can't even describe how awesome it was. the buccaneers played the only team in their conference that has a worse record than they do. i sat next to an eight-year-old girl wearing a t-shirt that read "love is for suckers" and what i can only describe as fingerless arm socks. throughout the game she and her brother had a heyday yelling out indiscriminate encouragements and insults, including "GUARD IT WITH YOUR LIFE, MAN," "REF, YOU STINK" (which they yelled, on average, about once every 20 seconds) and, my personal favorite, "DOUGHNUTS!"
i also found myself sitting in front of a guy who smelled like weed... and beer-belched in my hair... and spent most of the second period being yelled at by his girlfriend for hanging up on her mom last time her mom called him. (i may not know much, but i can venture a guess that this guy is not what would widely be considered "marriage material.")
also. hockey players smell really bad. as in, so bad that you can smell them in the stands as they skate by. and also. there is a...person...who plays for the buccaneers... that i am fairly confident is a woman. but only fairly confident. whatever they are, i hope they find their tooth.
on sunday, we had a really low-key day. we got up, ate breakfast, hung around the hotel until check-out, then headed to jordan creek. i got to drool all over myself in pottery barn and williams sonoma...sigh. i seriously love all things domestic. after getting tired and sending myself into minor contractions from walking the mall, we decided to head to red robin to eat. yummy!
Noisy Warm Arms! while it was very close, i felt that she had a little sum'in sum'in that gave her a slight edge over Smelly Unisex. who knows? if SU had invested in a false tooth (ventured a denture?) the outcome might have been different.
friday night we got dressed up and went to johnny's italian steakhouse. two words: zucchini fries. three more words: parmesan-crusted steak. holy moly.
after dinner we drove to our hotel...and drove...and drove a little more....further and further into what todd likes to call "the real des moines." finding ourselves in a very industrial (yet simultaneously residential...ahh, real des moines) area, i was getting a little nervous about the neighborhood our hotel was in. we finally got there (without being hijacked, i might add with a sigh of relief)...and todd pointed out that the big advertising sign above the building said "what up. low rates." um...
luckily, the hotel wasn't nearly as podunk on the inside (although the guy behind the desk's broken arm suggested that he had also found himself at johnny's recently) and it turned out to be really nice!
todd quickly trying on a gas mask before being seen by -
and offending - any fellow shoppers
...on the edge of your seat to find out whether we were blown to smithereens by an atomic bomb?! exhale and don't miss the next installment of 'all my van voorsts.' (btw, we weren't killed by an atom bomb...hence this blog.)
i went to a cardio dance class on monday with my friend marnie and about had a heart attack and went into labor. simultaneously.
atticus was teething and also did drop a nap. i'm LOVING having the whole morning with him! (and having such a long nap in the afternoon to relax and get stuff done.)
water fun day has lost its appeal. i got two good cleaning days out of it, then on the third atticus figured out how to dump the water all over the floor, then ran off with the spatula. any other ideas?