I Have Been Attacked

My days are pretty predictable.  I am not complaining-just stating the obvious.  The other morning I did the usual morning junk and got to the point that I realized Jaitz probably needed to relieve himself. After packing the stroller down the stairs, walking back up to get Cru, Jaitz, poop bag, leash, blanket, pacifier, and burp cloth, we were off on our morning walk.  We live in a complex that isn't very big so on our walks I go a street over and walk down the street so I can get some of Jaitz' wiggles out.  We all know he loves a good wiggle.  To get to the street, I need to walk through our complex.  Just as I am getting close to the main street outside of our complex, I notice that Jaitz is rearing up and walking on two legs...he pretty much resembled a T-rex.  Obviously this is his way of pointing.  No wonder Boston Terriers aren't hunting dogs.  I look to see what he is "pointing" at and spot a bird that is flying relatively close to us.  I ignore it and continue walking when I hear a flutter of wings.  I turn quickly and see the sucker flying right at us.  Once I turned around and puffed up my chest, it of course altered direction and flew into a near by tree.  He (I am assuming it is a he bird) is close.  A little too close.  In fact he is eye level with me and staring his beady bird eye right into my beady human eye and Jaitz's bugged out eye.  Not daring to take my eye off of him, I two step it out of there thinking he is probably protecting a nest or a pile of worms.  He proceeds to bounce from tree to tree until we make it to the main sidewalk and then he leaves. I duly note not to go through that part of the complex on the way back from our walk.

As we are flip flopping our way back to the complex after a nice jaunt, I avoid the said region and decide to walk on the drive way back to our apartment-FAR away from the he bird incident.  It is about this moment as I am smiling subtly and breathing a fresh breath of morning air and noticing the sky is a pristine blue that something is in my hair.  And it is moving.  And it is big.  And I hear wings.  The little fetcher flew right into my head!  I think I shrieked and immediately began to run with one arm on the stroller and the leash while the other is waving wildly around my head.  Have any of you tried to run with one hand on a stroller?  Not the easiest thing to do since the wheels immediately decide to turn sideways and shoot the stroller in any direction other than straight.  Now imagine that you are running with your one handed stroller, concerned that you might be scalped by a bird, and a T-rex positioned dog is wanting to go anywhere but away from the bird.  This is what is happening.  The drive way of our complex is right next to a costume shop, and as I realize that I am probably looking like a crazed person, a costume customer is walking into the store and staring at me.  I hope she saw the bird.  The scariest thing of all is that the bird has been silent this whole time.  Not a chirp or a squawk, simple silence.  We got away without a scratch but the bird kept dive bombing us.  I told Jatiz to 'git it' and I think the he bird got the point...although Jaitz would probably just wiggle or lick the bird.

We got out of there but on the rest of the walk back to our place I kept seeing shadows of birds swooping around.  I probably looked like I had some sort of tick the way I was scanning the sky.  The next day I walked by the place where we first saw the bird and he was sitting on the ground in the middle of the sidewalk, like he was some kind of guard or ninja.  We decided to take a different route.  I didn't get a picture but if I did I bet Cru would have looked like this...

Ghost Punched

I am quite spoiled. Quite. Not only did I get both my mom and mother in law to visit me but some of my best friends made the jaunt down here too! They cooked and cleaned and most important-canoodled with me. We pretty much hung out at my place and giggled and chortled a whole bunch. We also laid out by the pool at the resort they stayed at too. We pretty much were the hottest ones there. Mostly because everyone else there were considered "geriatrics" or "Jerrys" so we had a leg up on them.

Me, Kristen, Chelsea, and Kristie. We like to have the browns on the right (because we're better obviously) and blonds on the left because they are just a little 'off'. You know, like when you were in kindergarten and you somehow kept getting the left handed scissors and tried to make them work but they just bent the paper rather than cut it. Exactly.

Thus brings me to the title of this post: Ghost Punch. Chelsea has a real talent. Seriously. You can check it out here but don't say that I didn't tell you so. She is quite the photographer and whilst here brought her skills. We had a photo shoot with the little guy which was a kick in the pants and then decided to take pictures of ourselves. There is this real fun thing you can do where you relax all the muscles in your face and shake your head real fast. The result is a pretty distorted picture and will leave your side in stitches. Here is an example (I think Chelsea is the best looking one and we all know why.) However, I do like that Kristen is staring right at the camera.

So we are doing this when I spy one of Chelsea's pictures that seriously looked like she got punched. Since there was no fist in her face, it was an obvious ghost punch. Then we thought what a great idea this would be to post pictures of us getting ghost punched on the interweb. So I says to Kristie type in www.ghostpunched.com and she did after asking "punch or punched. Like e-d?" And I say "yes....ghost punched." When to our wonderment and amazement this is the site we found (click on the link...I dare you). Kristie kept saying how she couldn't believe that there were people as creepy as us out there and Chelsea almost peed her pants. Obviously someone beat us to the punch....or rather beat us to the ghost punch.

Needless to say, we had a pretty good time being together. I really miss those boys with all my heart and I am so thankful for them. What a bunch of gents traveling all the way to AZ to visit me and my chow.

Grace! The Blessing....

April 11th has been a sad day in our family but now can be thought of as a happy day. Zac was able to bless our baby Cru this last Sunday. Peggy was able to fly down here to AZ for the blessing and it is a good thing or that kid would've been in a white onesie. Instead, check out this outfit.....

Oh yes, that is a mini bow tie-and Peggy hand made it for him! It has been SOOO nice to have Peggy here with us and we feel so spoiled. She has been cooking delicious meals and baking way too many cookies and candies. She has eaten up Cru and won't put him down which has been just fine. Zac and I are so lucky to have such good mothers in our life (and mother-in-laws!)

I love this picture of Cru and his Baba.

We are so blessed.

I am going to miss Baba when she leaves and I hope there is a visit planned to come back and see us soon.

My Mom

Oh man what a treat I got. My mom was able to book a flight to AZ right after the little wipper was born. Cru came on a Saturday and my mom was at the hospital the next day. We had to stay an extra day in ye old hospital because Cru wouldn't poop. My mom stayed at our place until we were released. When we got home, my mom came bustling down the stairs to help carry Cru in all equipped in her apron-first sign that my mom the cleaning lady had arrived. To my surprise upon entering my abode I smelt the amazing fragrance of applesauce cookies being baked in the oven. OH MAN! And she also had a batch of chicken noodle roar marinating in the crock pot too. Needless to say this kept up for the rest of the week along with my laundry getting done, my bathroom rugs getting washed, and Sunday dinner every night of the week. My mom is the model of how I hope to be! (both in attitude and looks...what a fox!)

Here we are! Cru has his dad's wild eyes.

Grandma Kathy with grandkid #9. She made him feel like #1 to me!

This picture was too priceless not to put in. We were trying to coral Jaitz into getting a picture taken and you can tell by the ears, he thought mom was trying to wrestle him.

This is all quite bizzar. I love this little guy and can't believe he is my son. What? I do miss my mom already and not just because she made mad dinners and what not. I am so glad she got to come!!

Introducing....

He made it like a champion. Born March 13th at 7:54 a.m. weighing a staggering 6 lbs 10 oz. and a height of 19 inches....Mr. Cru Emil! I'll have something more clever to say when my brain returns. I figured I should get a few pics out.

Close up

Beef cake huh?

Right after all the hard work. I don't look as good as Natalie though...

Now batting....

It is going to be Mack's 21st birthday on the 24th so we took a pic with this sign to send him. I am posting it here to A) get people off my back about a belly picture and B) I thoroughly enjoy Zac's face and the fact he placed Jaitz on his shoulder.

36 weeks what?

Olympics

Zac and I have really gotten into the olympics this winter for some reason. I blame it on the economy. We have realized during the duration of the 2010 winter olympics that we like to, let's say, make observations of people, jerseys, facial expressions, costumes, and the announcers. It really makes it entertaining to make one of these said observations, and then have the other one laugh in approval. We realize yes, we may be a bit mean and yes, we have admitted it, but sometimes these athletes are begging for a ripe poke of harmless fun.

The one thing I feel bad about is when we secretly want someone to explode down a ski hill or on the ice. The other day we were watching women's downhill skiing and I don't think I have seen that many wipeouts in thirty minutes. I didn't feel too bad because everyone got up of their own accord and were fine. If they were really hurt, then I might feel a bit bad. The great thing about DVR is that we get to A)skip the crap we can't handle (why did they broadcast Russia vs. Czechoslovakia hockey....we live in AMERICA) and B) we get to rewind all the wrecks and watch them in super slow motion.

We were watching snowboard cross when this beast of a man kept entering all the frames of the camera before the snowboarders started their race. He was yelling and whooping and hollering and was wearing a USA sweatshirt. His name: Pete Lavin. His title: no one is quite sure...possibly the pump up man for the USA ski/snowboard teams. Then making a great observation, Zac says "Will Ferrell really needs to do a parody of this guy."

This Pete Lavin guy reminds me of the sketch Will did on SNL called "Get off the Shed". Check it out. I would post a video of Pete but there weren't any. Trust me, he is Will Ferrell in this sketch.

It is the little things like this that have kept me entertained with my guy Zac. We have heaps of fun together, even if it is rewinding the clip of the dude that chucked his partner onto the ice during ice dance.