Jonas the Soothsayer

Thought I’d try something different. Hope it worked:

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Jonas 8 Months

March was the longest month in the history of the western calendar so I’m going to have to work really hard to remember what happened in Jonas’ world. There were a lot of physical advancements in the right direction but nothing completed yet.

Ok, he completed the cutting through of more teeth giving him a total count of 4 teeth. All on the bottom, nothing on the top although we think something’s coming soon.

Pro at sitting and toy playing

Pro at sitting, toy playing and cup-on-head-balancing

Actually, now that I think about it, Jonas was sick virtually all of March. As soon as he’d get better, BAM! Two days later he’d start with the nose running again. Now, I understand that babies have virtually no immune system but really, Nature? At this point you’re just a jerk who’s picking on a poor little baby who just wants to stand up and eat blueberries in his food net.

Loves him some blue berries.

Loves him some blue berries.

Jonas really doesn’t want to sit anymore. He’s so over sitting or laying down unless there’s a bottle in his mouth. Or a bear:

We found his Valentine's bear from Gramma and Grampa. Jaden had it hidden in her suitcase.

We found his Valentine's bear from Gramma and Grampa. Jaden had it hidden in her suitcase. I kinda want to know where she was planning on taking him...

Ever since we showed him the joy of standing up on his own while holding onto a rail or coffee table, he really has little patience for anything else

WHEEEEEE!

WHEEEEEE!

There are two situations where he will be ok with sitting.

One: when there’s a pinwheel involved:

Two: when he’s trying to get a toy with every fiber of will in his chubby little legs:

Can you see the determination on his face? After this video I left him to go check on dinner and came back to see him with his legs wedged up to his tushy under the couch. So he’s got backwards and turning around down. Now he just needs to work on forward.

I’m sorry, I suck really really hard at these monthly updates. The whole point of these is to keep a log of Jonas’ milestones but I don’t actually keep track of them during the month…I keep meaning to work on that but…yeah…

At any rate, Jonas, you’re right on track with everything and

OH!!! We don’t want to be those parents but there’s some speculation that Jonas might be talking…He’s yelled “DADA!” looking for Matt and “MAMAMAMA!” when he’s looking for me. See, he yells it and we look and he smiles like, “Hey! You heard me, great! Get me a bottle.”

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He’s also been laying his head on our shoulders which is oh my gosh sweet.

Oh and he slept in the closet during my jewelry party.

The pack n play fit perfectly in the closet/sound studio in Matt's music room.

The pack n play fit perfectly in the closet/sound studio in Matt's music room.

Jonas, dude, we love you.

Happy 8 Months, Wonderboy!

Happy 8 Months, Wonderboy!

Nerdy Jaden

In order to remind myself that even the suckiest of days can still turn out great…
Monday’s day of Suck-that-turned-out-to-be-Not Sucky had one hidden gem that I have not revealed.

Here’s a clue:

Ok, that wasn’t a clue. That was a straight up answer.

Matt found a pair of nerdy glasses for Jaden. Non-perscription, fits on her head but slides down her nose, honest to goodness NERD GLASSES.

Tragedy and Comedy

Tragedy and Comedy

I don’t have anything to say to these photos. We’re just super excited to have nerdy glasses for her.

NERD!

NERD!

 

Nerds are lovey AND fun loving

Nerds are lovey AND fun loving

Eerie how much we look alike now, isn’t it?

My Girl

My Girl

Tonight Tonight

DUDE.

 Wow, what a piss poor way to open a post.

 

But really?

 

DUDE.

 

Tonight is Bloc Party. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited for a concert. I was excited for Squirrel Nut Zippers but, honestly, it was because I got to dress up all pretty like and new we’d have a wholesome good time.

 

Tonight? It’s all about the music and dancing my fool ass off. Plus, it’s at First Ave and I think the last time I was there was my wedding after party. Of course I have a crappy memory so if I’ve been there since, Mr. Bingmar will be sure to let me know.

 

PLUS, I took a half day tomorrow so I’ll be heading home at noon to sleep. SLEEEEEP. My mom guilt kicked in a little bit and I thought, “Well, maybe I’ll just sleep for a couple hours then go get the kids.” Then my rational side kicked in and said, “What’s the matter with you? Sleep, woman! Take these few precious hours and sleep sleep sleep!”

 

So why not take the morning off and sleep in? Because I don’t work that way. I could be the most hung over I’ve ever been and running on 2 hours of sleep, and I won’t sleep past 8. It’s a sickness. I decided to just skip the tossing and turning and hours of wasted non-sleep and go to work, fill out some proposals and then head home and sleep right around the time I start crashing. Genius, no?

 

For now, I am focusing on what to drink tonight: Whiskey Coke or Beer?

 

I’m thinking both.

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That was my original post. Before I went to the band’s website to grab the address so I could link to them. Before I found this:

“Hey guys,

We’re really, really sorry, but we’ve had to cancel our shows in Minneapolis, MN, and St. Louis, MO – Kele
contracted viral pharyngitis last week (which is why we had to cancel Ultra Festival).

After playing in Chicago last Saturday, he has been ordered to rest to avoid any permanent damage – we’re going to really try and return as soon as we can –
Again we’re really sorry to all of you that have got tickets for these shows – ticket refunds for both shows are available at the point of purchase.”

While I’m really sorry dude has pharyngitis and I really don’t want him to have permanent damage, may I just say this:

FUCK

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKITYFUCKFUCK

Word cannot describe the anticipation I was feeling for this show. This has been such a god awful long month and winter and this was going to be our release of all the stress we’ve been carrying in our little shoulders (all four of us that were going.). Nevermind that Bloc Party is currently my favorite fricken band and it would’ve been an amazing show. That’s on top of all the stress releasing stuff.

Now we’re all looking at eachother (cyberly in half the cases) asking, “now what?”

I’m thinking wings and lots and lots of beer.

SNZ (That’s a colloquialism for Squirrel Nut Zippers)


In anticipation for the concert, Marcoda purchased an adorable outfit. The shoes arrived nearly a week ahead of schedule and were perfect. Perfect in appearance, yes, however it would appear that our heroine’s left foot is a titch wider than the right. No matter; she had dealt with small shoes before and she would deal now. Besides, her friend pointed out, she would have booze to dull the pain.

The dress arrived the night before the show and was almost uncomfortably small but damn her boobs looked good! To her basement, in a last ditch effort to find the corset from her wedding, she went. Marcoda found a box labeled “Marcoda’s Clothes” that had been forgotten on the top shelf in the storage room. Excitement filled her heart as she raced back upstairs and opened the lost treasure. BEHOLD: Skirts and tops and tights galore! And best of all both her black and her white corset lay neatly on top of it all.

The night of the show arrived and Marcoda hurried home to get dinner made for the kids and the sitter before the in-laws arrived. The in-laws arrived as she was setting dinner on the table and she ran to the bedroom to change. Calling her husband into the bedroom, she stripped down, sucked in and he synched up the corset.

“Which hooks are you using!” Marcoda gasped as he tugged and pulled.

“The first ones!”

“Oh…” and Marcoda cried a little inside.

Looking at the effect in the mirror, she wondered why her normal bra made the girls look better than the corset. She didn’t have time to ponder and instead put her regular bra on underneath the corset. On went the tights and shoes and she was ready to go.

“Do you have your confirmation email?” Her mother in law asked.

“No,” Marcoda replied sheepishly, “I accidentally deleted it.”

“We have the order number, the card it was purchased with and her ID so we’re hoping it wouldn’t be a problem,” her husband explained but Marcoda could see the worry on his face.

The sitter, who was also a free lance photographer in her spare time, tried to take pictures of the dolled up couple but, alas, the camera was on strike and wouldn’t work. No time to keep trying! Off to the show!

It was raining out so her father in law escorted each of the ladies out to the car under a giant umbrella, Marcoda taking care to avoid puddles on the driveway by stepping in the muddy mucky bog that her front yard had turned into. She’s classy like that.

On the way to the show, her husband called the venue to confirm they would be able to get in. The employee who answered had not a clue as to the workings of Will Call. Everyone was back to “hoping for the best.” Matt, her husband, was quietly brooding over the possibility of not getting in to see the band he’s been waiting years to see while his wife sat in the back feeling stupid and preparing herself for the barrage of curses that would inevitably come once they were denied access. Rosie, her mother in law, continually commented on how great Marcoda looked, which Marcoda appreciated.

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Once they arrived at the venue, the foursome waiting in line in the rain feeling nervous and anxious as though they were trying to sneak in even though they’d purchased tickets like the good law abiding citizens they were.

All the worry turned out to be a waste of energy. Marcoda showed her ID and they were all granted access.

Huzzah!

“Who wants a drink?” Bob, her father in law, asked and everyone raised their hands.

Drinks in hand and a sound booth to lean against, everyone relaxed and enjoyed the opening act while chatting jovially. After the opening act there was a very fun “jazz dance contest” that the group couldn’t quite see but enjoyed none-the-less.

Wherever Marcoda went, people complimented her on her dress and hair. She was on cloud nine, never having been even a third string belle of the ball before.

Two hours after arriving at the venue, though it hardly seemed more than 30 minutes, the Squirrel Nut Zippers took the stage.

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some-other-song

The crowd roared, the dancers danced, and Marcoda and her husband basked in the joy that the music poured over them. They danced in they’re own weak swing style and didn’t care that they couldn’t do it. Marcoda tried her hand at a classic flapper dance move and nearly fell on the man standing near her. Many “I love yous” passed between her and Matt and neither of them could stop smiling. No one could be in a bad mood in that ball room that night.

Looking around he commented, “This is a classy concert.” And he was right, even with 70% of the crowd in jeans, it was a very classy concert.

After the show, Matt snagged the set list from the bassist and Marcoda stalked the front of the stage for autographs while the men retrieved the car. After getting the saxophonist’s autograph, she eyed the drummer and chatted with him about Minnesota and kids (he has two: 6 and 4) before it was time to go.

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The happy couple arrived home around midnight and there some very “post concert” pics were taken.

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All in all? A fantastic show and an absolutely perfect evening.

Go check out the band’s myspace page. They’re great.


You will never see both children posed in the same picture

It’s not lack of trying on my part. I try.

Way to smile, J

Way to smile, J

I sat the kids down and said, “Hey, kids, let’s show Jessie that you can take nice pics for me too.”

C'mon, J. What gives?

C'mon, J. What gives?

Jonas did everything he was supposed to but Jaden is in this “No, don’t take my picture” phase that no one believes when I tell them but when they try to take a picture themselves and yell, “SEE??”

No, Meena. Not you.

No, Meena. Not you.

This is a good time to talk about Jonas and Meena’s relationship. See this right here is before Meena had a chance to wrap herself around Jonas’ arm and Jonas could reach around with his free hand and grab her face. I’ve had to break this scenario up several times. They really do like eachother, they’re just both babies and don’t realized they could inflect serious damage to each other.

Back to the kids and my inability to photograph them nicely together.

OOH! Keep turning! Jonas look at mommy!

OOH! Keep turning! Jonas look at mommy!

So close!

So close!

I gave up after I got two more shots of Jaden’s back. Then, 10 minutes later, Jaden saw Jessie’s car pull into the drive way and suddenly she was all about cooperating with mom:

I'll take it.

I'll take it.

I don’t know what your secret is, Jess, but I’m jealous.

There. I said it.

In other news, Jaden has discovered the Gummy Bear Song. Thank you, Auntie Heidi.

Jonas 7 Months

Man, I suck at these things. I really do. There is no way I can fully describe how incredible it is to watch Jonas change ever so slightly but oh so incredibly. And forget about talking about how much my love for this squishy little guy is growing with compound interest and the return on my investment is…big.

Make with the stuff I'm doing, lady!

Stop trying to make financial metaphors and make with the awesome stuff I'm doing, lady!

He’s right. I suck at finances. I do know that Jonas is now sitting like a pro and has only fallen backwards twice in the last three weeks. He’s also stopped sleeping on his boppy at night. Not really because we felt he was ready but mostly because we never put the cover back on after washing it and the boppy got…for lack of a better word: gross.

Now that he’s got free range in the crib, he’s all over the place. We put him in there, on his back and head at one end and we go in there at 3am and he’s on his tummy with his head at the other end pushing himself up bellering, “How the hell’d I get down here?’

And then I scold him for cursing, turn him onto his back and give him his binky.

Which leads me to this answer: “Why no, he’s not sleeping through the night.”

Well, I guess he is sleeping through the night since he’s not staying up for hours when he wakes up. He (generally) goes right back to sleep. With the exception of the last couple nights when he’s been brought into bed with us around 4:30 and I get to cuddle with him for a good hour and it’s awesome. Not that I’m encouraging him sleeping in our bed but I will not lie to you: It’s awesome!

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Unfortunately, all this bed time fun has been moved up an hour because Mr. Cranky Pants needs his dinner as soon as we get home and then screams his fool head off until we get him into his crib with his bottle.

"You got that bottle, woman?"

"You got that bottle, woman?"

Yes, even though he eats a giant dinner, Jonas needs a bottle before going to sleep. Not that I’m complaining about his giant appetite it’s just that we only have a short amount of time after work and his new bedtime has robbed us of nightly performances like this:

Completely unrelated to his own skill development but I’m now certain that his little tongue issue is solving itself. The little thingie that connects itself to the tongue is most certainly not all the way up to the tip. This is awesome and further validates my opinion that “wait and see” and “denial” are the best ways to deal with most non-life threatening situations.

In other oral news:

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Dude’s been teething all month with no new teeth that we can see. Nothing else to say except: Poor little man!

I’m starting to think of the seventh month as “Jonas’ Oral Fixation Month”. Not only is everything going into the mouth, but he’s also taking out and putting back in his pacifier and making dadadada sounds. Yes, in addition to the garbling sounds he’s also working on his hard consenants. I have a super cute video of Matt trying to get him to make these sounds but it’s about 2.5 minutes long filled mostly with Matt saying, “Say dada. I know you can. You just were.” And Jonas ignoring him completely and eating all of his crib toys.

Instead I leave you with a montage that best sums up what Jonas is all about: Hugs and kisses

This is one loving little guy.

This is one loving little guy.

Jonas is hands down the happiest sweetest lovingest boy I’ve ever met. He smiles at everyone (unless he’s hungry) and hugs us all the time (unless he’s hungry) and plays so well with whatever we give him (unless he’s hungry. Then he tries to grab the spoon and feed himself. Then he screams at us for our audacity to deny him this simple right.) and it quite possibly the cutest baby around right now. As much as I understand the urge I must ask that people stop threatening to steal my son.

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