nip it. nip it in the bud.

seriously. i'm gonna call it like i sees it. yes, i meant sees it.

first, she's been askin' to start shavin' her legs. (dang you, peer pressure. "maddie, if your mom's not gonna let you shave, you should probably wear long pants." whatever, dorks.)

then, i got these today.











nip it. nip it in the bud, i say. now, how do i go 'bout doin' that?

maddie, you're grounded. and, i'm gonna home school ya'. and, your new room is in the attic. and, never mind. i've got a better idea.

no shavin' or deodorant for you, until you're 25, young lady. ta-da.

to be, or not to be...

THAT parent?

that is the question, that has been poppin' up in this ol' brain for the past several days.

pop-up #1:
me: wes. if you aren't down from there when i get to 3, you're goin' to time-out. one, two...


pop-up #2:
scene: spring concert at school. outside. hundreds of parents, and others. on a hill, above the amphitheatre, sittin' in lawn chairs and lying on blankets. lori, forrest, laney, scottie, me, wes and my neighbor are at the top of the hill in the back row.

me: maddie, make sure you read your scriptures slow and clearly, so everyone understands what you're sayin'.

maddie: i know. i know. but that's kinda hard to do when your heart is beatin' in your throat. i'm already shakin'.

me: ahhh. okay, then i won't scream at you before you start talkin'.

maddie: don't you dare. you'll embarrass me, and i'll throw-up, and i won't be able to talk.

me: okay. you've made your case. i won't scream at you while you're doin' your solo part.

(some thirty minutes later...solo part over, will just finished his part. maddie's class just finished the first of a three-song repertoire. applause has died down, and we're all waitin' for the music to start, again.)

me: "go maddie!" (at the top of my lungs)

maddie: (well, she didn't say anything, right away. just envision her face as red as...the color of this bag of kettle corn i'm downin' right this second.) oh, i know. you can't see it. you big baby. you know what red looks like. just envision it.

performance is over...

me: you did awesome, mad!
maddie: why did you do that?
me: what?
maddie: no one else's parents yelled their name out from the back row, when it was dead quit.
me: oh, that's just great. you're mad at me because none of the other parents love their children?
maddie: ughhhh.

random pics from concert:


(that little girl's name is riley. she better step off my boy. just kiddin'. she's adorable. but, really, take a few steps to the right, please.)


pop-up #3:
scene:
will has already been put to bed, but comes downstairs, anyway.

will: daddy, can i have a drink of water?
scottie: you are not down here for a drink of water.
will: uh-huh. i'm thirsty.
scottie: no, you're not. you came down here because you wanted to make sure i put your "tech deck" in your back-pack for tomorrow.
will: no. i'm thirsty.
scottie: didn't i tell you i would put it in your backpack?
will: yes.
scottie: okay, now go back to bed. i love you.
will: love you. (wait for it) hey, how did you know i wasn't really thirsty?

f.y.i. (these are tech deck's:) who knew?)



so, there you have 'em. these are just three of the examples i had pop-up over the past few days. so, i suppose i should give 'em a little thought.

1: do i want to be THAT parent? you know. the parent that likes to prove they can count to 3 on demand? hmmm. i don't know.

2. do i want to be THAT parent? you know. the parent that gets a kick out of embarrasin' their kid? but, they like to think they're doin' it because they love 'em. and they want them to have a good sence of humor. and to remind them that they really do care? hmmm. i don't know.

3. do i want to be THAT parent? you know. the parent that is always provin' they really do have eyes in the back of their head? and that you can't pull the rug over their eyes? hmmm. i don't know.

okay, i've given 'em some thought. and, i have come to this conclusion...the question is actually null and void. apparently, i am THAT parent. i guess the real question is, "do i want to STAY that parent?" hmmmmm. i think so.:0

can't leave wes out...

(she's such a princess. he's such a snot.)

du du du du du du dudu

you're a part-time lover and a full time friend.
the monkey on your back is the latest trend.
i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else...but you.

i'll kiss you on the brain, in the shadow of the train.
i'll kiss you all starry-eyed, my body swings from side-to-side.
i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else...but you.

here is the church, and here is the steeple.
we sure are cute for two ugly people.
i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else...but you.

(hey, song! sing for yourself.)

song

i memorized this whole song, so i could sing it to scottie when he woke up yesterday. "ahhh, beth, you're too sweet. scottie is so blessed to have you." (oh, yeah, it was his birthday.:0)

anywho.

you know the song. it's one of the moldy peaches songs in juno. like the biggest sellin' soundtrack...ever. but, whatever. i didn't pick that song because it was a big hit. or because it makes me laugh. or because when you get it stuck in your head, you walk around hummin' the "dududududu's" for days upon days. i picked it because of the main line. "i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else...but you."

please. don't take offense. but it's true. i mean, i'm sure, if you're readin' my blog, you're really cool. and you're probably a real "stand-up guy or gal." heck, you're probably a friend of mine, or a family member. but, the truth, is the truth. there's no gettin' 'round it. i don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else...but scottie. he's my lobster. (sorry, cheesy friends episode reference. won't happen again.) God put him here, on this earth, just for me. (i know, there was probably some other reason, too. whatever.) granted, my actions usually override these here words. but, when special occasions come 'round, i like to use them as a chance to, basically, mark my territory.

happy "you can run for president now" birthday, scooter.

alright, 'nuff mrs. nice guy. i've got to do it...

 

*disclaimer: this picture was not posted, just because it highlights his "cul-de-sac's." hmmmm. who said that? geez, beth, it's his birthday.
love. love.