Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Come on baby!
The countdown is on & I am ready. Well, physically anyway. I have reached the point where I want this kid out! I'm not that uncomfortable anymore since Cashew has dropped. The heartburn has lessened, I can breath properly again. But this having to use the bathroom at least every 2 hours (often times more) is just a tad annoying. (sarcasm alert) It also puts a strain on the effectiveness of any discipline Max might need since invariably I have to pee in the middle of our discussion. You try putting a kid in timeout from the bathroom! Then there are the contractions. Don't get excited! They are not regular or particularly strong although they are stronger than last week. Yesterday I had a total of 2. Today I had quite a few more & I even thought today might be the day. Alas, after having them every 30 mins for an hour & a half, they just quit! Humph! I keep reminding myself that Cashew will show up when s/he is ready but I am not at my most patient at the moment. We'll see how the next few days go & hopefully we'll all get our wish by the end of next week!
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Out of the mouths of babes...
Well, one babe in particular.
Sometimes grownups forget that kids are around, especially if they're not sitting right in front of them. Kids, on the other hand, are always listening, even if we think they aren't.
Max was in the car with his Aunt Becky & Uncle Bill & Ian a couple weeks ago. Bill was telling a story that happened to have the work f***er in it & forgot to censor himself. Oops! All the adults look at Max, who seems to be oblivious, so they continue on their way after a reminder about appropriate language from Becky. As they pull up to their destination & Uncle Scott comes out to greet them, Max leaps from the car & runs up to Uncle Scott yelling, Hi F***er!
Guess he was listening.
On Tuesday, Ian, Max, Rob, Becky & I were having dinner with Ian's dad at his house. It was the usual banter around the table when Max took advantage of a lull to put in his two cents. As the adults grow quiet, some of us to put more food in our mouths, Max pipes up with "Uncle Robbie, you're a jerk!" He had the biggest smile on his face so you could tell that he had no idea what the word meant. He must have thought he was giving Rob a compliment. He soon figured out that it was not a good word when he looked around the table & saw our faces & heard all three of his names from Ian & I in stereo. His little face just crumpled, poor kid! He & Ian had a conversation about why you shouldn't use words if you don't know what they mean. I can't wait to see what word he comes home with next.
Today, I promised that if he was good during our shopping expedition, we would go to lunch & actually eat at the restaurant instead of getting it to go. He made good on his promise & was even really chatty with the stylist as he was getting his hair cut. That should have been my first clue that something interesting would happen at lunch. When we got to his chosen fast food joint, our first stop was the potty, where he proceeded to chat with the woman in the stall next to us. Luckily she thought he was hilarious. We proceeded to get our food & sit down without incident. As we were calmly eating our lunch, two guys from a local carpet cleaning place sat down at a table next to us. Max kept eating & dancing in his seat while surreptitiously looking over at them. Suddenly, in his not so quiet 4 year old voice, he asked, "Who are those guys? What are they talking about? ARE THEY ON A DATE?" As half the restaurant turns to look at Max & the guys in question, I vacillated between sinking into the floor & laughing hysterically. Luckily one of the poor guys had a sense of humor & replied "No, are you on a date?", with a smile that said he had a niece or nephew that age. To bad the other one didn't quite see the humor in the situation.
Sometimes grownups forget that kids are around, especially if they're not sitting right in front of them. Kids, on the other hand, are always listening, even if we think they aren't.
Max was in the car with his Aunt Becky & Uncle Bill & Ian a couple weeks ago. Bill was telling a story that happened to have the work f***er in it & forgot to censor himself. Oops! All the adults look at Max, who seems to be oblivious, so they continue on their way after a reminder about appropriate language from Becky. As they pull up to their destination & Uncle Scott comes out to greet them, Max leaps from the car & runs up to Uncle Scott yelling, Hi F***er!
Guess he was listening.
On Tuesday, Ian, Max, Rob, Becky & I were having dinner with Ian's dad at his house. It was the usual banter around the table when Max took advantage of a lull to put in his two cents. As the adults grow quiet, some of us to put more food in our mouths, Max pipes up with "Uncle Robbie, you're a jerk!" He had the biggest smile on his face so you could tell that he had no idea what the word meant. He must have thought he was giving Rob a compliment. He soon figured out that it was not a good word when he looked around the table & saw our faces & heard all three of his names from Ian & I in stereo. His little face just crumpled, poor kid! He & Ian had a conversation about why you shouldn't use words if you don't know what they mean. I can't wait to see what word he comes home with next.
Today, I promised that if he was good during our shopping expedition, we would go to lunch & actually eat at the restaurant instead of getting it to go. He made good on his promise & was even really chatty with the stylist as he was getting his hair cut. That should have been my first clue that something interesting would happen at lunch. When we got to his chosen fast food joint, our first stop was the potty, where he proceeded to chat with the woman in the stall next to us. Luckily she thought he was hilarious. We proceeded to get our food & sit down without incident. As we were calmly eating our lunch, two guys from a local carpet cleaning place sat down at a table next to us. Max kept eating & dancing in his seat while surreptitiously looking over at them. Suddenly, in his not so quiet 4 year old voice, he asked, "Who are those guys? What are they talking about? ARE THEY ON A DATE?" As half the restaurant turns to look at Max & the guys in question, I vacillated between sinking into the floor & laughing hysterically. Luckily one of the poor guys had a sense of humor & replied "No, are you on a date?", with a smile that said he had a niece or nephew that age. To bad the other one didn't quite see the humor in the situation.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Mom
It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that Sunday, January 11th, my mom, Norma Farrar Good, passed away.
After a three year battle with cancer, God has called her home.
Her most recent battle was a stay in the hospital that lasted over 90 days. After winning that battle, she was able to come home the Monday before Christmas and was able to have her entire family (kids, their spouses, and all of her grand kids) surround her with their love as we celebrated the holiday.
At the begining of the January, my mom and dad went for a doctors visit where they were informed that the cancer has been winning and that they should start to think about Quality of life vs. Quantity of life, so with many tears and prayers, they decided to call in Hospice on Monday, January 5th.
After that, the Norma spirit that we all know her for was back, and her demeanor was much happier and engaging. Then Sunday morning, God decided it was time for no more pain and suffering and that he wanted her with him, so he called her home to be with him.
Although she left us without her physical presence, her love, and spirit will forever inhabit this world with all the grace and love that she spread to those she was around.
Peace be with you all,
Ian C. Good
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Funny!
While you guys are waiting for the Christmas post here's a funny Max story to tide you over.
Max has decided that his favorite Christmas song is Driedle, Driedle, Driedle. Yes, I know, not a Christmas song but its on the Barenaked Ladies holiday cd so it must be suitable for either holiday. That is a 4 year old's logic anyway. He sings it constantly, sometimes changing the words to fit whatever he's doing at the time. For instance, a couple days ago, he was playing with his tools so he was singing, "Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, I made it out of clay..." Over & over & over. Finally, I asked him to sing something (anything) else for a little while. He looked me straight in the eyes & proceeded to sing Driedle, Driedle, Driedle, I made it out of clay... Ian laughed; I had to leave the room.
Max has decided that his favorite Christmas song is Driedle, Driedle, Driedle. Yes, I know, not a Christmas song but its on the Barenaked Ladies holiday cd so it must be suitable for either holiday. That is a 4 year old's logic anyway. He sings it constantly, sometimes changing the words to fit whatever he's doing at the time. For instance, a couple days ago, he was playing with his tools so he was singing, "Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, I made it out of clay..." Over & over & over. Finally, I asked him to sing something (anything) else for a little while. He looked me straight in the eyes & proceeded to sing Driedle, Driedle, Driedle, I made it out of clay... Ian laughed; I had to leave the room.
Christmas post
Ian w/ Santa in a kilt
We had a ton of things going on this Christmas! Ian's nonprofit Scots for Tots had an event called Christmas in the Kitchen with Mitzi MacDonald & her band Keltic Reign. They had a packed house & managed to get 6 huge boxes of toys for the MO Baptist Children's Home.
Look at the size of those boxes! 
At the children's homeThen it was time for Christmas at our house. Max was thrilled the Santa brought him Wall*E! The movie, PJs & a bath towel! How cool!
After opening everything under the tree, Ian went down to the basement & discovered one last present that Santa had set up. Max was absolutely amazed by his new train set & spent at least the next 45 minutes playing with it.
Joy upon discovery (please ignore the whale in the background)
happily ignoring the call of pancakesLater that day it was off to Mimi & Grandpa's for more Christmas celebrations & a yummy feast! Prime rib & yorkshire pudding! I'm getting hungry just thinking about it. Wait a minute! I'm always hungry!
Mimi w/ 3 of the kids (Becky came the next day!)
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