Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
For This, I Will One Day Pay Very Dearly...
(But for now it serves as pretty darn good blog material!)
This is Tomato Man.
Tomato Man is mysterious. His mission is unrevealed. His origins are unknown - even to us, his family.
Tomato Man only recently began appearing in our lives - always unexpectedly and never without his tighty whities adorning his head and oversized sunglasses gracing his face to mask his true identity.
Rock on, Tomato Man!
This is Tomato Man.
Tomato Man is mysterious. His mission is unrevealed. His origins are unknown - even to us, his family.
Tomato Man only recently began appearing in our lives - always unexpectedly and never without his tighty whities adorning his head and oversized sunglasses gracing his face to mask his true identity.
Rock on, Tomato Man!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Apparently, I Am Older Than God
Or so Reiss thinks, anyway.
All this week, Reiss has been asking me questions about elephants:
"Is an elephant bigger than Kong?"
"Would an elephant eat as much as you weigh, Mommy?"
"What would an elephant do with it saw a mouse?" This is not a typo. Reiss almost always uses the word "with" when he means to say "if."
"Do you weigh as much as an elephant, Mommy?" I am terrified he may ask this to someone out in public, and as my luck would have it, it will invariably be directed at someone who is rather large.
Reiss has been asking questions about God for a couple of weeks now as well. This generally happens right after he has watched a few minutes of a Veggie Tales dvd but has occurred at random, out of the blue, times too. For instance, I picked him up from his social skills playgroup one afternoon and he asked, "Is God higher than the sky?"
I had to quash my urge to laugh and reply with "Well, I hope God is not high at all." That one I kept to myself and instead of telling him the truth - that God is all around us - and encouraging mass confusion and a long series of other difficult-to-answer questions, chose to go with the explanation that no one knows where God is.
This morning we were eating breakfast and Reiss asked, "Is God seventy?" to which, my response was a simple "No."
Reiss thought about this for a moment and then came, "Mommy, did you come before God?"
So now I am trying to decide which is worse: to be older than God (because that is really old!) or to weigh more than an elephant.
All this week, Reiss has been asking me questions about elephants:
"Is an elephant bigger than Kong?"
"Would an elephant eat as much as you weigh, Mommy?"
"What would an elephant do with it saw a mouse?" This is not a typo. Reiss almost always uses the word "with" when he means to say "if."
"Do you weigh as much as an elephant, Mommy?" I am terrified he may ask this to someone out in public, and as my luck would have it, it will invariably be directed at someone who is rather large.
Reiss has been asking questions about God for a couple of weeks now as well. This generally happens right after he has watched a few minutes of a Veggie Tales dvd but has occurred at random, out of the blue, times too. For instance, I picked him up from his social skills playgroup one afternoon and he asked, "Is God higher than the sky?"
I had to quash my urge to laugh and reply with "Well, I hope God is not high at all." That one I kept to myself and instead of telling him the truth - that God is all around us - and encouraging mass confusion and a long series of other difficult-to-answer questions, chose to go with the explanation that no one knows where God is.
This morning we were eating breakfast and Reiss asked, "Is God seventy?" to which, my response was a simple "No."
Reiss thought about this for a moment and then came, "Mommy, did you come before God?"
So now I am trying to decide which is worse: to be older than God (because that is really old!) or to weigh more than an elephant.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
October Bike Ride
Weird to see Summer come and go and come again so quickly. The weather has been awesome lately so I've tried to get out on my bike as much as I possibly can. I went out tonight for a few hours and got some cool pics...
Monday, October 4, 2010
Bad Idea
Alright. I guess changing my blog address was a bad idea. I had a few emails wondering why people couldn't find my blog. So I guess some people do follow it, which makes me feel kinda good. I've gone back to the address of www.kurtscycleblog.blogspot.com. I'd like to keep pushing the 'SP3CIAL K Motorcycle Blog' name as much as I can, but I guess I'll have to rely on feedback.
I hope I haven't confused to many people.
I hope I haven't confused to many people.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
He Rode A Freakin' Pony!
Our annual trip to our favorite apple orchard could not wait a single week longer, so today was our day. Partly sunny, no rain, and a bit of a chill in the air made for absolutely perfect weather for such an outing.
Milla, Reiss, and James walking down the gravel lane from where we parked. I may have to have this photo expanded for framing....
Reiss being such a big boy and feeding a goat. Even just this past Spring he was quite hesitant to go anywhere near the animals.
This is where I got my blog title. Yes, I know the title does not sound very nice but I was so ecstatic when Reiss was riding that pony, I was flapping my own arms! By the time he got off it, I was crying tears of joy and squeezing the life out of him, telling him, "Reiss, you did it! You rode a freakin' pony!" People around me almost certainly thought I was nuts but they very likely were not there last year either, when Reiss thought he wanted to ride a pony and got near one only to end up screaming bloody murder. Yaaayyy, Reiss!!! He was so proud of himself too and that, in itself, is reason to be ecstatic.
Milla riding a pony. She looks cute and all but it definitely was not going to top Reiss doing it, and on his own, at that!
Luckily, our computer photo program has a "crop" feature. I told James I am getting him photography lessons for his birthday so he can learn how to take photos that do not show my huge caboose.
Kids....I tell them to look at me and smile and this is what I get. It is cute though...
Reiss climbing Mount Strawverest.
Reiss' proud face, as he calls it, on the train. We were like sardines in that little train car but I was definitely not complaining. Some very nice mommies in front of us had eleven people in their party and let us go our turn before them.
Milla....
Milla, Reiss, and James walking down the gravel lane from where we parked. I may have to have this photo expanded for framing....
Reiss being such a big boy and feeding a goat. Even just this past Spring he was quite hesitant to go anywhere near the animals.
This is where I got my blog title. Yes, I know the title does not sound very nice but I was so ecstatic when Reiss was riding that pony, I was flapping my own arms! By the time he got off it, I was crying tears of joy and squeezing the life out of him, telling him, "Reiss, you did it! You rode a freakin' pony!" People around me almost certainly thought I was nuts but they very likely were not there last year either, when Reiss thought he wanted to ride a pony and got near one only to end up screaming bloody murder. Yaaayyy, Reiss!!! He was so proud of himself too and that, in itself, is reason to be ecstatic.
Milla riding a pony. She looks cute and all but it definitely was not going to top Reiss doing it, and on his own, at that!
Luckily, our computer photo program has a "crop" feature. I told James I am getting him photography lessons for his birthday so he can learn how to take photos that do not show my huge caboose.
Kids....I tell them to look at me and smile and this is what I get. It is cute though...
Reiss climbing Mount Strawverest.
Reiss' proud face, as he calls it, on the train. We were like sardines in that little train car but I was definitely not complaining. Some very nice mommies in front of us had eleven people in their party and let us go our turn before them.
Milla....And since this is my blog and few posts seem complete without some form of irony, here it is: We came home empty-handed. That's right! Not a single apple to be had - the lines were way too long.
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