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Chaps II

Emma woke up this morning as Fehmeen was finishing an episode of The Big C from our DVR.

The youngest Picetti waltzed into the living room at the exact time when a character onscreen was wearing a pair of chaps — without any pants!  And yes, there was definitely a full moon out this morning, if you know what I mean.

Well, our three year old daughter took notice and started peppering her mama with questions about the man’s fashion choice.

In the end, it was Emma’s remark about how some things are better private and Fehmeen’s answer to the question about why he’s wearing those pants without the butt with “because he’s hot” that cracked me up the most.

Click here for my other Chaps story.

Luke Puked

It was with equal parts of terror and amusement did Emma bear witness to her swimming lesson partner’s throwing up in the pool yesterday.

Apparently, the young lad took on a little too much water while floating on his back. The coughs came first, which were followed by a few dry heaves, and then it was showtime.

He barfed in the pool and on the deck and on his swimsuit.

During the whole affair Emma gleefully recounted to everyone within earshot the one and only time she upchucked in her life — it was while she was sleeping in bed and involved chili.

And before you get to feeling sorry for the young master Luke, he was back in the pool not five minutes after it happened.

I doubt that would have been the case if he would have dropped a floater in there.

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The Caption Contest poll has been added to the previous post. Scroll down or go here to vote for your favorite.

Calling All Captions #11

In order to give the people what they want, the brain trust here at alsboy.com has decided to bring the caption contest back.

(Waiting for the applause to die down).

This time around, we are going to let you, the reader, vote for your favorite caption.

Here’s how it will work:

A few days after the picture goes up and we have several worthy caption candidates, I will post a poll at the bottom of the page with the best of the best entries for you to vote on in order to choose a winner for the week.

Basically, I’m planning for the poll to go up and the voting to start by Wednesday afternoon at 5 pm PDT.

So, you have between now and then to think of something to go with this:

As Promised

Having never been buzzed — hairstyle-wise, of course — the time was right for a radically different, and most importantly, low maintenance, look for the outside of my dome.

Basically, I no longer resemble The Donald with a small furry critter on my head. Don’t know if I’ll ask for the same thing next time I visit Supercuts.

Oh well, life’s a learning curve.

This is NOT the newest caption contest picture! :)

Buzzed Again

This was supposed to be a post where I’d tell you all about my spiffy new buzzed off haircut. At the end I planned to include a picture showing everybody the brand new do…

…But a funny thing happened happened on the way to the Publish Now button: I thought I killed my Eye Gaze.

Long story short: When I couldn’t download the photo my dad had sent me, I instead opted to copy and paste it on the actual body of the blog itself.

Bad Idea Jeans, considering the copied file was friggin ginormous.

Nothing much happened at first, except for a never-ending hourglass and the screen locking up on me.

After several minutes of staring blankly at the still-not refreshing screen, I x’ed out of there and headed to the Alphacore section of the machine.

When I arrived there, I noticed that several words were missing from the boxes where they typically resided. Then I went to the folder that holds all of my personally created phrases and saw that half of them had disappeared.

When I tried to relaunch my browser, up popped a note saying that my C disk was having issues and that it was recommended I run some program to possibly repair it.

After searching for that program for ten fruitless minutes, I shut down and made a mental note to have someone call Chris from Dynavox for a little help.

But lo and behold when we fired up the machine this morning, the missing program mysteriously ran itself and fixed my problem.

Thank God.

As for the photo of the new hair do, that’s a picture for another post.

As a result of a hastily called family meeting and a nearly unanimous, bipartisan vote, we, The Picettis, have decided to allow Emma to get her first pet.

So, it was late Thursday morning that mother and daughter returned home with Lady Ballerina.

Lady Ballerina is a small, purple betta fish who, so far, seems quite content to take it as easy as possible.

Not one to be deterred by her new pet’s lackadaisical attitude towards swimming around the old bowl, Emma is transfixed by the fact that LB not only doesn’t finish all of her dinner but also poops as well. It’s all that she can talk about.

Welcome to the family, little fishie!

Not the actual LB -- named for Lady Gaga and Angelina Ballerina -- this is just the first picture of a purple betta I found.

Darpook No More

Before heading off to getting stretched by Robin and Lindsey at physical therapy yesterday, I got to see my little girl have her weekly swimming lesson.

According to reports from the front lines, the first few weeks were pretty rough. Body as stiff as driftwood while on her back, the chlorinated water was extra salty on account of all of Emma’s tears.

Then the news started filtering in that she was swimming with an invigorated sense of confidence. Gone was the crying, replaced instead by laughter and smiles.

I knew that I had to see it for myself.

I watched my little girl floating around the pool with Teacher Andrew, kicking her legs and moving her arms. I was amazed at how easily she held her breath when she was submerged and pushed towards the pool’s edge. I was thrilled every time she stood up and jumped to Andrew before they took a lap around the track.

I have never been so proud of my Emma as I was yesterday.

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