... it really hurts ... my shoulder doesn't hurt, but my face does. Not here ... or here so much, but right here"
Gabe took a little spill the other day and smacked his face on what I call an ottoman and what Lisa calls a hassock (my word is better). The location of the bruise on his face demanded I remind you all of the greatness of Tommy Boy. Hope all are well.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
An apple a day...
... keeps the doctor away. I think the boys are laboring under the misconception that if they eat these, they will win their independence from their daddy and mommy faster :)
Can I use your phone man?
Gabe: Hmm. My phone doesn't seem to get good reception in here. (In reality, his phone is a video camera)
Liam: Well, my phone is dead. (His phone has no battery in it)
Liam: Well, my phone is dead. (His phone has no battery in it)
Our favorite trains?
When you put the boys down for a nap, you'll usually hear them happily "talking" to each other for about a half hour afterwards. This afternoon I heard them making choo-choo noises over the baby monitor. Apparently water bottles make excellent trains and the wooden ends of their beds put together make wonderful tracks :)
Guess what? I got a fever! And the only prescription...
is more cowbell!
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Eric Bloom: [ distracted by Gene banging the cowbell ] Okay! Wait! Wait! Stop! [ the group cuts off their instruments ] Um, Bruce, could you come in here for a minute, please?
Bruce Dickinson: [ stepping out of the booth ] That... that was gonna be a great track. Guys, what's the deal?
Eric Bloom: Uh, are you sure that was sounding okay?
Bruce Dickinson: I'll be honest.. fellas, it was sounding great. But.. I could've used a little more cowbell. So.. let's take it again.. and, Gene?
Gene Frenkle: Yeah?
Bruce Dickinson: Really explore the studio space this time.
Gene Frenkle: You got it, Bruce.
Bruce Dickinson: I mean, really.. explore the space. I like what I'm hearing. roll it.
Going, going, gone...
One bite for Gabe, one bite for Liam. One bite for Gabe, one bite for Liam. One bite for... Gabe? Gabe? Are you pretend sleeping? Gabe?
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