Last night we went to Red Robin for dinner. I ate the lamest burger ever there because of my new dietary restrictions. I am now off of dairy, soy and all things spicy or acidic so as not to make my daughter bleed or have a horrific diaper rash.
My lame burger was a plain patty (no ketchup, mustard, etc.) with a huge slice of raw onion, in a bun made of lettuce. So beef, onion and lettuce. That's it. Thank goodness for their seasoned fries.
On a positive note, because my diet is so limiting, I have only 8.5 pounds to lose to reach my ideal weight. Not bad for just having a baby 3 months ago, I guess.
12/27/2006
12/14/2006
Picture Perfect: A Year Later
Last weekend, we went to good ole Wal-Mart for our annual Christmas portraits. We had wanted our photographer friend from church to take it, the one who did Lucas' one year photos that turned out awesome. Unfortunately, he was already booked so we went the el cheapo route.
This year's family portrait has one more Lomonaco in it. Weird that last year was Lucas' first Christmas and now, a year later, it is Emily's.
One more person made the photo that much harder to get.
Some highlights of the experience:
1) When already running late to get out the door, Emily pooped through her beautiful dress. I cleaned her up the best I could with a wipe and we were on our way. It was on the back of the dress, so it wouldn't show in the picture.
2) The photographer used a squeaky, plastic rubber duck (like Ernie's on Sesame Street) to attempt to get Lucas to smile. That plan backfired as my kid kept reaching forward and whining, "Duckie." Numerous pictures showed his hands outstretched.
3) Mike had a large scab on his lip from them being severely chapped and cracked. I, a professed chapstick addict, don't understand how one could let that happen. Just use the Blistex man. It's good stuff.
4) And finally, the best picture of everyone had me looking fat. Wait...
Stay tuned. One of these fun photos should be arriving in your mailbox around Christmas time.
This year's family portrait has one more Lomonaco in it. Weird that last year was Lucas' first Christmas and now, a year later, it is Emily's.
One more person made the photo that much harder to get.
Some highlights of the experience:
1) When already running late to get out the door, Emily pooped through her beautiful dress. I cleaned her up the best I could with a wipe and we were on our way. It was on the back of the dress, so it wouldn't show in the picture.
2) The photographer used a squeaky, plastic rubber duck (like Ernie's on Sesame Street) to attempt to get Lucas to smile. That plan backfired as my kid kept reaching forward and whining, "Duckie." Numerous pictures showed his hands outstretched.
3) Mike had a large scab on his lip from them being severely chapped and cracked. I, a professed chapstick addict, don't understand how one could let that happen. Just use the Blistex man. It's good stuff.
4) And finally, the best picture of everyone had me looking fat. Wait...
Stay tuned. One of these fun photos should be arriving in your mailbox around Christmas time.
Fuzzy Wuzzy
I'll never forget the poem a boy in my eighth grade Gifted English class recited on the day that we had to dramatically present a memorized poem to the class.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he?
He was the stoner kid in class. Were any kids in eighth grade really stoned? Hopefully not, but he seemed it. Kind of spacey and said "dude" a lot. Anyway, I digress...
I taught Lucas (my 21 month old) Fuzzy Wuzzy today and he loved it. He's got the first line down and wants to hear it again and again and again.
I hope that he knows better than to present it in class in eighth grade, though (first or second would be ok;-).
I wonder what became of the stoner kid and if he realizes that every time I think of him and his poem I chuckle. 17 years later and I still find it freakin' hilarious.
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he?
He was the stoner kid in class. Were any kids in eighth grade really stoned? Hopefully not, but he seemed it. Kind of spacey and said "dude" a lot. Anyway, I digress...
I taught Lucas (my 21 month old) Fuzzy Wuzzy today and he loved it. He's got the first line down and wants to hear it again and again and again.
I hope that he knows better than to present it in class in eighth grade, though (first or second would be ok;-).
I wonder what became of the stoner kid and if he realizes that every time I think of him and his poem I chuckle. 17 years later and I still find it freakin' hilarious.
12/04/2006
Dressed to Impress
Here we all are looking festive for our church's Christmas Feast party. Only Emily looks mad, with an angry fist pumping.
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