She likes to Move It, Move It

I don't know how Quincy knows this song, the only time I hear it is at the gym. Anyway, somehow she knows it, and she knows how to move it. Yea - the video is sideways - but it's worth the neckache. Sometimes the only reason I believe this girl is related to me or her father is because I was there when she came out :)

St. Patricks Day

My awesome friend Heidi came over on Monday morning with a little treat for Max - some green hair gel. You can 't see it very well, but look at those emerald spikes closely - these two little guys definitely didn't get pinched that day!

Movie Game

Here's a new one!
"Eh, it's a, a, chipmunk bite"
"I figured, obviously not a normal chipmunk"
"You're right about that. No, this was more like a big oversized bob-cat, grizzly bear chipmunk. I'm pretty fortunate to still be here."
"Wow. What did the doctor say?"
"I didn't need to see a doctor. I had some cream at home that I put on."
"You had chipmunk cream?"
"Yea"
"Wow, that's lucky"
"I'n it"

Movie Game, and My Very Own Joon

Laci got it, it was Benny and Joon! Sometimes, as seen in the following video, Quincy bears a striking resemblence to Joon. This is not an unusual outfit for her to be wearing. Please note the backpack stuffed with toys.

Movie Game - New Hints

Ok, I have to give everyone fair warning - my sister, Laura, now has a google account, so she can make comments on my blog, and I can almost guarantee that she knows every line I post. I did tell her not to spoil the fun though.

So here are a couple hint for this round - the new song on my playlist is the opening song for the movie. Also, these are among the items in the pot of a card game:

"salad shoot-er!"
"medium sized green haired troll"
"soap on a rope, slightly used"
"re-grout my shower, blue grout"

Med-School Wives, Living On The Scraps

Every once in a while, I get the urge to just tell things like they are. To just be honest. To say it like it really is, and let the world judge me. I think it's helpful, I think that everyone feels better about their struggles if they know they're not alone. Then there's the part of me who wonders if she really is alone. And so I say nothing. Well, today I'm going to say something. I'm not going to consider it whining, or airing dirty laundry, or any of that stuff. I'm just going to be honest. Let me know if you can relate - or if you think I'm just a crazy lady on a rant who should shut up. Either way, you're probably right.
I like a good piece of meat - a steak, or a piece of chicken, a pork chop, turkey, or even a piece of fish (but no salmon, please). Meat makes you feel full for a long time. It builds up your blood iron, which gives you strength. It satisfies. You shouldn't live on meat alone, but some meat is good. Meat is good, but it does come with fat and grizzle that has to be removed first - there are parts of it that just aren't so great or nourishing, they don't even taste good. We call those parts scraps, trim them away and throw them out.
Israel had been getting up at like 3am almost every morning this week. He'd been studying alot, and it paid off - he did really well on yesterdays test. After class was done he stayed at the school for a while studying, and then came home to spend the evening with the family - he tries to give Friday night to us, family time. He was tired. When I'm tired I always feel like a loaded trap - be careful not to stumble across me. Anyway, we ran a couple errands, went to our favourite Mexican restaurant, and came home to begin the process of putting the kids to bed. That's when the trouble started. There was no explosion, no yelling, no cussing - but there was also no connecting, no laughing, and no fun. I hate that, and it seems all to familiar. He took no great efforts to hide the fact that helping feed Max, helping dress Quincy, and watching Shrek III for the millionth time was not what he wanted to do. At one point when he was getting on Quincy's case for doing something that was just plain normal for a kid to do, I said "why don't you just go to bed." I meant it too - I really don't love to be around a grump. He didn't go to bed, and the night ended without any special incident - but it wasn't special either. It bothered me all night, especially because these kinds of nights happen much too often. This morning I realized - our family is living on scraps. All the best meat is going to the school - and we're getting the fat and grizzle. We can survive on it for a while, but not forever. I don't know if rotations will be any different, I'm not trying to figure that out right now. These are just the facts.

Movie Game

Good work Natalie - that last one was The Breakup. The first time I saw it I didn't like it - well, I didn't like the ending. After watching it several more times I've changed my mind - still don't like the ending but I do like the show.

Here's the next one:

"You don't like raisins?"
"Not really."
"Why?"
"They used to be fat and juicy, but now they're twisted, they had their lives stolen. Well they taste sweet, but really they're just humiliated grapes. I can't say I'm a big supporter of the raisin council."
"Did you see those raisins on TV, the ones that sing and dance and stuff?"
"They scare me."
"Yea, me too."
"It's sick, the commercial people, they make them sing and dance so people will eat them."
"It's a shame about raisins."
"Cannibals"
"Yea, do you like avacodos?"
"They're a fruit you know."

Movie Game - A New Hint

Okay, there have been no guesses on this round of the movie game, and that's fun because now I get to give a new hint. So, this is another line from the same movie as I used in the last movie game post:

"Gary! Gary. You got three lemons."
"What my baby wants my baby gets, you know that."
"Ah, ah...yea but I wanted twelve. Baby wanted twelve."
"Why would you want twelve lemons?"
"Because I"m making a twelve lemon center peice."
"So no one's actually even eating them? They're show lemons?"
"Yea. They're just show lemons. Shown in the center of the table - glad you find that amusing, but I cannot fill a vase with only three lemons."
"Well can't you just use like, maybe a drinking glass?"
"I'm not using a drinking glass!"
"We could have a smaller version of the center piece."
"I'm not using a drinking glass for our center piece."
"You know what, I"ve got an idea. Why don't we go ahead and scratch the center piece idea altogether, because the chicken, that burnt my mouth, could maybe use a little bit of lemon on top of it. Guess what? Now we made a better meal versus something visually nice to look at."

Tricked by a Toddler

As I typed the title I started to wonder - is Quincy still a toddler, or would she now be considered a child? When I hear the word toddler I think of someone who's not very steady on their feet - and she is quiet stable. When do they graduate to childhood?

Anyway, she pulled a fast one on me this morning. We were eating our breakfast, cereal. She was feeding herself while I was feeding me and Max. She got towards the bottom where the cereal thins out in the milk and said:

"Mom, can you help me?"

"No, you're a big girl, and I'm feeding Max, you can do it."

She looked at the bowl for a moment before announcing:

"I'm done!"

"No you're not" I said, as I grabbed the bowl and began scooping together the last of the Cocoa Pebbles to feed to her - that's when I realized, I was just tricked by a toddchild.

A Sigh of Relief

I was just preparing to write a substantial post, when I heard a three year old say "mom, do you want to snuddle with me, huh? Come on, come on. Mom, you're my best friend." Who can keep that waiting? Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know that Max had his MRI today, and everything is fine! He does have a little extra cerebral spinal fluid in his head, but no blood. There seems to be no structural imperfections or problems - so he is just a big headed little kid - which of course means he's going to be a genius. Thanks for all your thoughts and prayers - they mean alot to us.

Movie Game

On a lighter note than my last post - it's probably time for another line. I was surprised that Fried Green Tomatoes went so quickly - good work Pattie. Here's one from what I'm watching now:

"Gary! You don't take a pitch pipe out of a guys hand when he's in the middle of a very funky groove! You could get hurt doing something like that."

Max

It's been a long night and I should be asleep right now, but rest won't come - I am sick with worry. It's been a long week. On Tuesday I took Max in for his six month checkup, I had no idea that it would lead to anything out of the ordinary. Max has always been at the top of his growth charts, above the 90th percentile. He's my sturdy little guy. His pediatrician has commented before on the large size of his head, but Quincy has a big head too. On Tuesday she said that she would like him to get a CT scan - his head had jumped way up and was above the 95th percentile now. I tried not to worry that my 6 month old was having to get something like that. I kept telling myelf - and everyone kept telling me too, that I'm sure there's nothing wrong - he acts perfectly normal. Besides - he comes from a family of big heads - in some cases literally, in some cases figuratively, and in some cases both. He got the scan on Wednesday. Yesterday morning, Thursday, I took the kids to story time at the library. By the time I got out I had four phone messages from the doctor. My heart sunk - they don't leave you four messages in one hour just to tell you that everything is ok. When I got the messages I was on my way to Wal-Mart to get something special to cook for Valentines Day dinner - steak and shrimp. I pulled over in the Pancake City parking lot to call the doctor. She told me that there is an area of fluid - probably blood, in the front left
area of his head. She tried to get me to think of any kind of hit he may have taken - I can't recall any. She told me that she had called a neurosurgeon in Columbia and arranged for us to see him today - Friday. I tried to find out what she thought was the problem, what would be the solution, what to expect - she really couldn't say. I tried to get her to tell me that everything would be okay, she couldn't say. I spent the rest of the day feeling numb - you tell yourself that everything is ok, but 6 month old baby's shouldn't be seeing neurosurgeons. I scrapped the sugar cookie valentines we were going to make, and the dinner, and spent the afternoon holding my boy while Quincy watched "Cars." Thanks Melissa for the great meal, and for watching Quincy while we take him to the hospital. I'm lucky to have good friends who are so willing to help. Keep Max in your prayers today. He's the sweetest little guy, and my heart is breaking.

Welcome to The Table, Little Man

Max is officially eating three meals a day with us. Today he had his first lunch, which coincided with his first taste of squash. His reaction says it all.

Fingobanna, Libpotina, and Mike Wazowski

Quincy is quite the character. She's started saying two words, and we have no idea what they mean - fingobanna and libpotina. I thought maybe my brothers had taught her some spanish - but they don't seem to know what she's saying. Has anyone ever heard these words?

Today when she was helping me unload the dishwasher, she grabbed a small glass bowl and put it to her face and said "it's under the name googly bear." That's a line off Monsters Inc., Sully says it while Mike is putting his one giant contact in his eye. I thought it was pretty funny that she thought this bowl was the giant contact.

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Movie Game

Good Job on winning the last one Nashelle, I love Runaway Bride.

This is my last night at home, well, my Utah home. I'm so sad that my little/long visit is about over. Here's the line from the movie my sisters and I are watching right now - I suspect that this one may be a little harder, because it's from a movie that's a little older. I'll put in the name as a little hint:



"Mrs. Threadgood, you're the reason I get up in the morning!

And, the reason Mary Kay's having such a good year!

And, the reason why I don't look like some......blob, from a horror movie!"





Good Luck!

Movie Game

Jessica won the last round, well done. It was Elizabeth talking about Katrina in Just Like Heaven, one of my favourites.



Here's the next line:



"I think sometimes you just spaz out with extra flirtatious energy and it just lands on anything male that moves."

"Anything male that moves? As opposed to anything male that doesn't move?"

"Well, like certain types of coral."

"I'm definitely going to have to kill myself today."

Movie Game

Good Work Jayne! That is a great line - made even better by the British accent of Hugh Jackman. Which inspired my latest poll - who would you go for, Leopold or Wolverine? For me, depends on the day.

Ok, here's the next line:

"Why's she wearing workout clothes? I mean, if you really were gonna workout in the middle of the day, which is the only reason to be wearing workout clothes, do you really need a push-up bra? The whole point's to strap 'em down, not push 'em up."

Movie Game

Jodie won the last round of the movie game - she knew it was from Steel Magnolias. Actually, my sister Laura called me on the phone first and told me the answer, but she doesn't really count since she's my movie buddy, I knew it would be no challenge for her. Anyway, I love Steel Magnolias, so lines from it will definitely be used again.

Here's a new one now, I love this one -

"That thing is a damn hazard"

"It's just a toaster"

"Well, insertion of bread into so-called toaster produces no toast at all, mearly warm bread. Inserting the bread twice produces charcoal. So, clearly to make proper toast it requires one-and-a-half insertions which is something the apparatus doesn't begin to allow! One assumes that when the General of Electric built it he might have tried using it! One assumes the General might take pride in his creations instead of just hoisting them on an unsuspecting public!

A Ton of Randomness

OK, I haven't blogged for about a week, and it seems like I have tons of stuff I want to get out there. First of All, for you Laura, pictures of the kids.

I love Max's hair that's starting to grow. He had about 10 on the very back of his head that were like two inches long, so he had his first haircut last week, to get rid of those. This picture is Just Call Me Spike!

Here Quincy is dressed up to go on a walk. I love her little glasses, I'm trying to forget that someone (Laura) said they make her look special. Her coat is so bulgy because she had to take her newest stuffed animal, "Little Fella" (she picks the names, not us) along with her, and she thought that in her coat was just the place for him. Now she sleeps with Lickers, Levi, Shrek Baby, and Little Fella every night.

Over Christmas break we took Quincy to see a couple movies. First, The Chipmunks - she sat through the whole thing and really liked it. Then, National Treasure. We should have known better. I spent the last quarter of it in the "arcade" with her. It took me all of two tries to learn how to conquer one of the games and win 220 tickets at a time. Among the other useless trinkets that Quincy won with her tickets is this pink slime. She was playing with it a couple days ago and I came back to find that she had plugged her ears and her nose with it. She loves that arcade now, she keeps asking to go back for more tickets. I took her once more and she came back with two more pots of slime.

I heard before that God "video records" your life, and when you die you'll get to watch it. There are so many parts with Quincy that I think I am going to want to watch over and over again. Last night when she was in the tub the following conversation took place:
"Mom, do you believe on Santa?"
"Yep"
"Does Max believe on Santa?"
"Yep, do you?"
"I do sometimes, but sometimes I do not. I don't believe on him when I am jumping on a trampoline, or when you have to cook dinner. Those are the times I do not believe on him."

Here's a little video from her dance class. I don't have a recorder, so I just did this with my digital camera. Sorry, I don't know how to rotate it, so for most of it you need to either put your head on side-ways, or turn your monitor sideways. For those of you who truly love the girl it will be worth it. As you will see, Quinn doesn't pay attention very well or do what the class is doing but she still has alot of fun. Isn't her teacher Miss Jodie a great Twister? This video does have sound, so to turn off my tunes go to the music player on the right-hand side of this page and pause it.

Max is the cutest little guy ever. I've nicknamed him The Hummingbird. There are the obvious physical similarities - the boy is the epitome of light and lean (yea, right), but he's also a really great hummer. Sometimes while he's eating he hums for 20 minutes straight. On Sunday he was doing that in the "nursing mothers" room - the other baby and mother that were in there at the moment didn't make a peep, and here is my boy loudly letting everyone know of his enjoyment of the meal.

Finally, my movie game. Nobody knew that the line "I once dated a girl with a club foot, I mean she had the big shoe and everything" came from Return To Me. The movie I have in mind now is probably THE BEST Chick Flick of ALL TIME. I'm going to give a line, and if nobody guesses I'll give another one in a few days. This one has to be popular enough for someone to get. So, the first clue is:
"I'm not depressed! I just happen to have been in a VERY BAD MOOD FOR THE LAST FORTY YEARS!"