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High Five

Naomi turned five today...oh wait...I guess it's yesterday now.  By the time I got my camera back to take her picture today yesterday she had already conked out for the night.  My plan was for a whole "high five" picture from her...oh well...what are ya gonna do, huh?  I have 365 days to think of a clever play on the word "six" for next year.

 

Zip Zip

Henry living large in Vegas test driving/racing the new Hyundai Genesis. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Uhh Gee Thanks Ag Dept

Uhh Gee Thanks Ag Dept, originally uploaded by gotanyrice.

Being Tailed by Starsky & Hutch

Being Tailed by Starsky & Hutch, originally uploaded by gotanyrice.

Hakuna Matata

Naomi and I went to see The Lion King yesterday up in Seattle.  Guess what?  I actually got us there on the right day.  Not like the Mama Mia fiasco a year ago. Anyway, it is as phenomenal and breath-taking as everyone says.  If you ever get an opportunity GO SEE IT and take any children you can grab with you. 

However, I don't recommended sitting four rows from the the front because that's just a little too much in you face.  I'd sit at least half-way back, ideally on the first few rows of a balcony if you can.

Incidentally, the drive home in rush hour lasted almost as long as the show.  No more weekday matinees I think.

Waiting Inside to Have Our Socks Knocked

Waiting Inside to Have Our Socks Knocked, originally uploaded by gotanyrice.

Waiting to Have Our Socks Knocked Off

Waiting to Have Our Socks Knocked Off, originally uploaded by gotanyrice.

Meaningless Rambling

Just a little bizarre side note for ya.  I have spent most of my day today (seriously, it's 2:30 now and I began my little bowel adventure around 10:00 this morning) in the bathroom due to an incredibly painful IBS flare-up.  How painful you may be wondering?  The only thing I have ever experienced that can compare is being dilated to a 10 without an epidural.  Yeah, it's that bad.

Usually when I have such a fun morning/afternoon I don't eat breakfast/lunch because frankly the thought of it makes me nauseous.  Where am I going with this?  Apparently, I become dyslexic and/or illiterate when I haven't eaten since the night before.  I had about 20 typos on my last entry that I had to fix after I had finished typing it all. 

Usually I fix typos as I go, but apparently not eating all day makes me throw random words in that don't make sense and to spell things in very mysterious ways.  I'm like the proofreading queen too, so it's a little unnerving to feel so dumb all of the sudden.  [One of my pet peeves is when people text me and don't proofread before sending.  I don't even expect proper punctuation in a text, just spell things right darn it!]

Ok...well...uh...the end.  =)

Weight Watchering

I finally bit the bullet and signed up at Weight Watchers (or WW for short) again.  I took Naomi with me to the first meeting last week.  If you've never been to a WW meeting, here's a brief orientation for you.  The first 10 minutes or so are devoted congratulating people on their weight loss for the last week, what they have found that has helped them, etc.  The rest of the meeting is discussing various topics to help you with your weight loss, a little motivational speaking, etc.

So, Naomi and I are sitting there listening, applauding at the appropriate moments.  Naomi was very enthusiastic with her clapping, despite not really know what was going on.  Well, she kept elbowing me and telling me to raise my hand.  I told her that I didn't have anything to talk about this time.  She was very persistent and kept elbowing me and I had to keep telling her to cut it out, I didn't have anything to say and so on.

She finally asks me what everyone was talking about.  I told her that we're here to learn about eating food that's good for us and other things to keep us healthy.  I in no way wanted to mention it's about losing weight because I don't really need a 4-year-old with an eating disorder right?  A couple minutes later I look over and guess who has her hand raised high in the air?  Guess...I dare ya...that's right, my stranger-to-no-one child.  I tell her to put her hand down and she says to me, "But I eat healthy food and I want to talk about it."  I assure her that at the next meeting she can.

A few minutes later Naomi jabs me with her bony little elbow and says very seriously, "Raise your hand Mom.  Maybe they can tell you what's wrong with you."

It's Ruff Being a Dog (get it...ruff)

It's Ruff Being a Dog (get it...ruff), originally uploaded by gotanyrice.

More snowy misery anyone? Anyone?

More snowy misery anyone? Anyone?, originally uploaded by gotanyrice.

Move Over Bacon

When we got home this evening Naomi asked for her evening snack.  I asked her if she'd like some spaghetti without the sauce (since I had a huge bowl in the fridge I needed to get rid of).  She said sure and then headed off into the bathroom for her evening "ritual."  The following conversation occurred (loudly) while she was still in there doing her "business."

Naomi:  I changed my mind I'll have some bacon.

Me:  We don't have any bacon.

Naomi:  Well make some.

Henry:  Ok, hold on, we'll go cut up a pig.

Naomi:  What?

Henry:  Hold on, we'll go cut up a pig.

Naomi:  Is bacon really pig?

Me:  Yeah.

Naomi:  Ok, I'll have some pig.