Saturday, December 18, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
The Ayjia'n Dictionary - 11 month edition
"Ba Boo" = Pa Pa (i.e. Your Step-Grandfather)
"Hey Dare" = Hi There
"Goo Gir" = Good Girl
"Gog" = Dog
"Mook" = Milk
"Kee" = Kitty
"ooOOOOoo" = Coool
"Na No" = No No
"Buh By" = Bye Bye
Monday, December 06, 2004
Going to the Chapel and We're....
Gonna get married...But, wait, scratch that...we're going to the courthouse. How romantic!
We do things backwards around here. First come love, then comes baby, then comes marriage in a ...uh...baby carriage?
Do what we say, not what we do!
We had a great 30 minutes at mom and dad's wedding. Grandpa was there to play photographer and the Auburn County Courthouse was there to play chapel. Mom played the groom and dad was the beautiful blushing bride. We didn't really stick to the traditions much to the chagrin of traditional families. BUT! we did get something old (grandpa), something new (you), something borrowed (the pen to sign the marriage certificate legally binding us for ALL of ETERNITY... in the state of California), and something blue (the marriage pamphlet that they hand out as guidelines to having a good marriage).
Leave it to us to make a mockery out of sacred wedding vows. During the ceremony..if you can call it that...mom said, "for RICHER or poorer" and she did enunciate RICHER with much emphasis.
Prior to that, we were deciding where to hold the ceremony (the choices were endless...a conference room which was booked, a trellis in the snack bar, and outside where the weather was...uh...less than gloomy), and mom said we couldn't hold the wedding outside because "she doesn't have a jacket"..and by "she" she meant, you, our beautiful daughter. But, dad, although intelligent most of the time, had a moment of , uh, normality, and thought mom was referring to the cowgirl that was going to conduct the ceremony. So, dad was like, "who cares if the lady has a jacket?" Yeah, your parents are dorks and you probaby got some of the dork gene too. I mean, look at those ears!
We do things backwards around here. First come love, then comes baby, then comes marriage in a ...uh...baby carriage?
Do what we say, not what we do!
We had a great 30 minutes at mom and dad's wedding. Grandpa was there to play photographer and the Auburn County Courthouse was there to play chapel. Mom played the groom and dad was the beautiful blushing bride. We didn't really stick to the traditions much to the chagrin of traditional families. BUT! we did get something old (grandpa), something new (you), something borrowed (the pen to sign the marriage certificate legally binding us for ALL of ETERNITY... in the state of California), and something blue (the marriage pamphlet that they hand out as guidelines to having a good marriage).
Leave it to us to make a mockery out of sacred wedding vows. During the ceremony..if you can call it that...mom said, "for RICHER or poorer" and she did enunciate RICHER with much emphasis.
Prior to that, we were deciding where to hold the ceremony (the choices were endless...a conference room which was booked, a trellis in the snack bar, and outside where the weather was...uh...less than gloomy), and mom said we couldn't hold the wedding outside because "she doesn't have a jacket"..and by "she" she meant, you, our beautiful daughter. But, dad, although intelligent most of the time, had a moment of , uh, normality, and thought mom was referring to the cowgirl that was going to conduct the ceremony. So, dad was like, "who cares if the lady has a jacket?" Yeah, your parents are dorks and you probaby got some of the dork gene too. I mean, look at those ears!
Don't Start With Us, Kid!
The other day, we took you to Best Buy and you have now reached a point where you have decided you don't want to be held by our loving arms. Now, much to our arm muscles' delight, you are walking through stores w/ mom and dad.
However, you have decided that you don't necessarily want to go where mom and dad go. So, the other night at Best Buy (pause: we (meaning dad) LOVE Best Buy and you will spend much more time there), you decided that you weren't necessarilly interested in refirgerators, washers, and dryers. No, you decied that you were interested in....well...anywhere where mom and dad weren't.
So, ocassionally, dad would redirect you. Thankfully, you can't turn very well yet, so once directed by dad you will go that way for a little while, but, you decided to fuss when you don't get your way.
So dad and mom are starting to discipline a little bit more. No big deal, but now you're favorite word is "no!" But, we don't want you to say "no!" when we tell you "no."
Who is running this house anyway??!!!?!?
How To Make an Ayjia Sandwhich
Ingrediants:
One fully grown mom
One fully grown dad
One fresh baby
Directions:
Combine the mom, dad, and baby in a nursery room at 8:45pm. Squeeze the three together while saying excitedly, "Ayjia Sandwhich!" Note: laughter may occur.
Separate the mom, dad, and baby. Say, "Otra Vez'" (english version: Again)
Once more, combnie the mom, dad, and baby for about 30 seconds as tightly as possible.
Insert love.
One fully grown mom
One fully grown dad
One fresh baby
Directions:
Combine the mom, dad, and baby in a nursery room at 8:45pm. Squeeze the three together while saying excitedly, "Ayjia Sandwhich!" Note: laughter may occur.
Separate the mom, dad, and baby. Say, "Otra Vez'" (english version: Again)
Once more, combnie the mom, dad, and baby for about 30 seconds as tightly as possible.
Insert love.
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