The Deeds

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my second child. We love this little guy! He is a joyful baby, very energetic, and he handles Sharks 'love' with aplomb.

Around here we call him 'Reach-Master-C' because he tries to grab EVERYTHING in sight. He even pulled a glass plate off the kitchen counter as I walked by holding him. (Needless to say, that plate is no more. Sad day.)


And I think he kinda looks like me! What do you think?

This is...Jeopardy?

So I have just realized that most of my posts are about Sharks. Well, hey, he's a funny kid, what can I say. And that's just where we are in life right now. On that note, here's another...

Yesterday we went to the WIC office to get recertified. The lady there asked us a bunch of questions like how much milk Sharks drinks each day (2 cups), how much he weighed at birth (8 lbs 10oz), and how much TV he watches each day.

For that last one, I stuttered out an answer about how we don't really have a TV, well we have one but it's the black & white TV my dad gave my mom when they were freshmen in college so it's not that fun to watch...and sometimes we watch Jeopardy. All the while thinking, why the heck didn't I just tell her that Sharks watches no TV since he just plays when it's on anyway. (Ok, so to be honest, I do watch Jeopardy every day. Tournament of Champions on all next week. Would LOVE to be on that show).

And I know the WIC lady was thinking, who doesn't have a real TV, what do you do in your spare time (she actually asked me that one), and the only show your kid watches is Jeopardy?

Two minutes later we hear this humming coming from the corner and I kid you not, Sharks is busting out the Jeopardy theme song. He would have made Alex Trebek proud. The lady stopped typing and looked over at me like, "Are you freaking kidding me?" (But she did ask him to sing it again for her before we left).

The one in which my 2-year-old questions my domestic skills

I was in the bathroom fixing my hair when Sharks walks in, looks at the floor, and pronounces, "Dir-ty," before proceeding to point out exactly where said dirt was.

Awesome.

In my defense the tile is ancient and looks worse than it really is.

Yes, Linds, YOU are on the blog

One of my best friends from college came to visit this weekend. It was so refreshing to see a friend that I have known for almost 7 years (!) All the preliminaries out of the way, we were able to enjoy just being together. I felt young and free again (that is to say, not covered in spit up or drool) so we met up with another college friend for drinks (that is to say, water...we are on a budget, people) and dinner and we partied til the wee hours of the morning (that is to say, 10pm). But we did come home and watch movies and stayed up late talking just like back in the day.

In addition to all the sentimental girly fun, we were especially glad to see her because it was Sharks' birthday (can you believe I have a 2 year old?!) and they have a special connection, mostly due to Lindsey's not-exactly-subliminal messages. Ever since his birth, Linds has been trying to teach Sharks that she is Aunt Favorite. She tempts him with gifts, with hugs, with stories, and promises of beer when he grows up. And during this visit, Lindsey accomplished her mission - Harkins now calls her "Fave-wit." Close enough.

We love you, Linds! Come visit again soon!

Read It and Wait

I love love love to read. I'm kinda obsessed. In a typical week I read at least 2 - sometimes 3 - books (if they're modern fiction) and maybe 1 book if it's a classic (those take me a little longer). I am trying to read through a list of 100 classics but I seem to keep getting sidetracked by all the books in the library. And by bookclub. And by recommendations from friends. (Did I mention that I really like reading?) The only problem is that I forget a lot of what I read and that is lame lame lame. Plus I compare myself to Chet who seems to remember every word he has ever read (so maybe that's why law school is kinda his 'thing'). Anyway, in an attempt to help myself remember, I am going to try to write and post a book review each week. I am still working out exactly how to write a book review (you'd think I'd know that already. ahem. English major here. ) So get ready. Book review coming soon.

And if you have any suggestions...how to write a review, books you've enjoyed, books you want me to read first and review to determine whether you should read it...send 'em my way.

P.S. When I say I love to read, I mean I love to read fiction and the occasional memoir. Nonfiction...not so much. So if you recommend a nonfiction book, I'll probably say that it sounds interesting, and ask you to write a review to determine whether I should read it. But recommend fiction and I'll go check it out. Really, I will.

Maybe Chet can take him as Show & Tell

For class tomorrow, Chet has to answer "no" to the following hypothetical: Should parents be held liable for the crimes of their minor children?

As we discussed this I said, "Well, we aren't trying to raise robot children."

Which is when Sharks piped up, "Ro-bot."

Did I mention that the car was just in the shop YESTERDAY?

I think we are a tough family to help.

Our car broke down on the way home from small group tonight. We thought the car stopped because it ran out of gas (that would make it my fault). Strike 1. I didn't have my cell phone which has all the important numbers in it, so Chet hightailed it back to our friend's house for help.

That left me stuck in the car with two seriously overtired chillens. Sharks did pretty well, all things considered, and I think he understood what was going on because he kept repeating, "Car broken. Pops help. Battery." ("Broken, battery" is typically his phrase for anything that isn't up to his standard. Bruise on his belly - "Broken, battery." Big splinter of wood peeling off the door - "Broken, battery." Any toy that doesn't make noise when Sharks thinks it should - "Broken, battery.") Deedo just cried.

After maybe 20 minutes, Chet made it back with our very kind friend (let's call him Mr. M). We loaded up the kid's in Mr. M's van and headed home. Of course, when we got there we realized that we had left the house key in our broken down car. And our neighbor who has our spare key was out for the evening. Back to the van. We made it to our car and then we couldn't find the key. After much scrambling and searching, we located it on my side of the car. Oops. (I had told Chet I was sure he had it.) Strike 2.

Back to our house. We actually made it inside this time. Chet and Mr. M and a gas can headed to the gas station, where Chet realized he didn't have his wallet...after pumping the gas. Strike 3. Poor Mr. M just can't get no satisfaction out of helping us.

Back to the car, where the guys realized that it wasn't that we ran out of gas, it was the battery.

And that is when I realized that Sharks might be a genius.