Today I have for you…a few ramblings/odds and ends. What, you were expecting genius?
First off, I’m setting this post to publish right after midnight… so as I write this it’s Sunday night, and I’m excited and somewhat giggly about fun times to be had on Monday morning. With any luck there will be some fun pictures to show you later.
Also, some things I wanted to mention:
On my old (Blogger) site, I removed the “nofollow” code from the template in order to give my commenters linky love whenever they commented. To learn more about the “DoFollow” Movement, click on the “You Comment, I Follow” button on the left sidebar. Many thanks to Dawn for pointing me to this post so that I could install a plugin to do the same here. So, it’s official, mah peeps. If you comment here regularly, you’ll get yourself some Google Juice for your own site. Now, isn’t that just peachy? And, if you haven’t noticed yet, I also use the CommentLuv plugin, which gives everyone a link to your most recent post – and according to Feedburner Stats, those babies do be gettin’ some clicks! See, I really do loves you guys.
Next, since moving over here to my lovely new place at WordPress, I’ve gotten behind on updating the Weekly Winners Blogroll. I have every intention of keeping that blogroll updated at all times. As such, I’d love for you guys to
whip my ass into shape help get me back on track. If you have participated in Weekly Winners, could you please click over to the blogroll and make sure your link appears there?
If it is NOT there:
1) Please forgive me! I suck giant, hairy, donkey balls! (But I’m trying to quit – do they make a patch for that?)
2) Let me know so that I can remedy the problem.
Also, I’ve been throwing around some ideas for actually creating and manufacturing some funny t-shirts, and possibly calendars and coffee mugs, to sell. What I’m looking for from all of you is some input on whether it’s worth it or not. I’m thinking silly pictures of Zack (aka The Mexican, our chihuahua) (and yes, I know this other person who does something similar – so sue me) ;-) or possibly some of my favorite nature shots in a yearly calendar. You guys have seen my shots (and if you haven’t, you can hop over to my flickr account and peruse). Would you buy a calendar of this stuff? Would you buy a shirt advertising my site if it said something funny? Or just a funny shirt? Framed prints of my best photographs? How about a dog turd with my autograph on it? Ok, ok, I realize I just went a little too far. But how about if Braden signed it?
Seriously, though, what do you think?
For your efforts, I leave you with this video, which might just make your day. Trust me.
Theme for December 29th, 2007: “Messy”
This is the first thing my mind shoots to when I think, “messy.” I have plenty of photos of Braden in various states of messiness… one of which is pretty infamous by now. I’ll spare you the posting of that one for today’s theme, and instead you get all of this glorious cuteness. This messy face is more beautiful to me than any other I’ve ever laid eyes on. God help me, he owns me.*
Keepin it light, so I’ll give you a brief tour of our Christmas with pictures.
After that, Momma’s trigger finger kind of went numb.
This was the best Christmas I can remember in a long, long time. Having a child really brings the magic back to the day. I think he had a lot of fun today. I know I sure did. He’s fast asleep and I look fondly at these pictures now. I hope your day was as great as ours was.
Night before Christmas pictures…
This kid is seriously opposed to hats.
Theme for December 15th, 2007: “Small”
March, 21 2006. The first time we ever saw Braden James Carroll. And he was, indeed, very small – about an inch long. The picture says,”9 weeks, 2 days.” That is actually the time since the start of the last period I had had at the time. It had actually been 7 weeks and 2 days since Braden had been conceived.
He was not even a full 2 months old. Just 7 weeks. And his little heart was beating. I saw it.
Seeing my son for the first time since I had learned that he was alive inside of me was an experience which sparked a feeling in me that I cannot find the words to describe. Such emotion washed over me as to literally take my breath away. It was something like having a part of your brain and your soul that was dead for your whole life just suddenly awakening and coming to life.
He did a little wiggly, squirmy dance for us while we were looking at him. From that day on, we called him “Wiggle Bean.”
I thank God for my Wiggle Bean. No matter how big he gets, I will always remember how he was once so small, and yet he was more important to me than the whole world. And always will be.
He doesn’t quite have the pose down yet, but he’s working on it.
I’m fine with it as long as I never catch him pulling this one.
Braden has become quite fond of apples lately. But only apples in the certain way he wants them. Yes, if you try to cut up an apple all nice-like for The Exalted One, he will kindly repay you by thrashing in his high chair, grumbling, then whining, and then end the show by shrieking while flinging the disgusting, offensive apple slices in all directions. Just as long as those hideous creatures no longer grace his tray.
Didn’t you know that he’s a big boy now? He only wants to eat WHOLE apples.
Can he eat a whole apple in under 7 days? Why yes, he can! It only takes him 6 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes!
Will you become “Murder Target Number One” if you take it away from him before he’s done? Why, yes! Yes, you will!
So, ok. I let him walk around all day with an apple lately. It makes him rather happy. He munches it, slobbers on it, and rubs it on various items as he walks by them, then continues eating it. I cringe and bite my lip, but I let him have it. He enjoys walking around with it, and randomly throwing it down on the floor over and over again.
I saw him eat a piece of my hair off his apple today. I thought, “Hmmm. That’ll hold a few log chunks together later.”
When he finally gets almost done with it, he has eaten all the flesh and come to the core, reducing it to a slobbery, mushy mess I like to call, “Choke-Fest 2007,” and he doesn’t entirely understand why I have to take it from him.
“Honey, that’s the core, if you try to put that whole last part in your mouth and cram it to the back of your throat like that, you can get hurt… no… stop doing that… give it to Mommy! Braden, now, see how you’re making that gagging sound and you can’t breath so well? That’s exactly what Mommy was trying to warn you about.”
Ok, so this might be totally boring to other poeple.
Okay, this WILL be totally boring to other people, but I can’t help myself.
Most successful use of utensils so far! 11.21.07, Applesauce