Posts Tagged “archimedes”

The look of indignity. You’d think Archimedes was upset when we gave him the cookie beater.

Maybe he was just upset that I took the picture.

Maybe he’s upset, because he knows that when he’s twenty five, and I’m showing his other half these photos, it’ll be extra apparent that having a stay at home dad is way more embarrassing than having a stay at home mom.

We try not to feed Archimedes any processed sugar, so these cookies were only sweetened with honey and molasses.

The look on his face; you’d think he just came to some great realization about this batter. It reminds me of the time, when I convinced him, that the chocolate ice cream i’d just given him really came out of  the dogs rearend.

He struggled with that one, but then finished the ice cream anyway exclaiming “more chokit poo? Medes want more chokit poo, daddy!”

I’m so glad I have this blog, so I never forget these tender moments.

Archimedes is getting ready for his first rave. This is him posing in his little outfit.

As you can see Archimedes is indulging in his creative side, with matching yellow shirt and moon boots.

He made sure to select a white diaper so that it would glow under the black lights, and later we will be putting glitter in his hair.

Archimedes roughed up his hair to give himself that fresh out of bed look. Isn’t he adorable?

He was tempted to wear a white shirt for the black light effect, but then decided that the white trim on his boots and tug boat shirt would stand out and make his seem really put together.

I suggested he put his pacifier on a necklace, but he insists he’s a big boy now, and pacifiers have no place out side of nap time.

I tried to tell him that I didn’t want him raving until he was at least three years old, but ever since he got a glow stick on the 4th of July, he’s been begging to go. I guess two and a half is okay, I think he’s more responsible than most raver kids anyway.

Most parent wake their kids up to a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal, or a nice bowl of Cocoa Puffs; not me though. Only the best for my boy.

Cherries and Orange juice. All part of a nutritious morning meal. The Metamucil I slipped him earlier is just out of frame.

Fruit and fiber, yes sirree.

The only thing this balanced breakfast is missing, is a 4 pack of TP and a mad dash for the potty, no time for reading THIS morning.

I never realized that having a child would slow me down so much.

People warned me, but I just figured it would be things like diaper changes and dressing an extra person.

Nobody warned me that we’d have to make extra sauce. He’s supposed to be helping spread the sauce not eat the sauce.

It’s like this with every unimportant thing I do. He’s like a cat. When you’re reading a good book, he’ll come and do seven circles, before laying down on your chest in front of the words.

What ever will I do with this adorable little guy?

Well it’s spring, and Archimedes has no interest in being inside. Luckily we live in Salt Lake City, so we are surrounded by the great outdoor. We decided to go to Memory Grove (City Creek Canyon) and throw rocks in the creak. Archimedes especially likes it when the water splashes Daddy in the face!

Lately, Archimedes has shown some serious improvement in his throwing arm. His aim has improved tremendously, in fact he can already out throw his dad. My fear is that he’ll grow up to be some million dollar baseball playing cash cow, but he’ll resent me for having his mother play catch with him. All I can offer him is how to make wise-ass comments and get away with it.

I suppose I should go buy a couple baseball gloves and learn how to play sports. The things we do for our kids.

Every month or so, I get a wild hair that I could be a healthier person and increase my chances of living forever, by doing some wildly healthy new thing. The latest such idea included a gym membership.

Now, I realize that to most people, going to gym is the first and most obvious move toward a healthier lifestyle. For Sara and I, we figured a little time away from Sr. Cranky Pants would do wonders for our newly wrinkled faces and graying hair.

Our gym membership comes with free babysitting, which gives us an opportunity to play board games or just read books.

Gyms must make a fortune off of new parents.

It’s the most wonderful thing ever, to just be able to drop off our child on unsuspecting drop in day care attendants. They have to pretend that it’s their pleasure too!

Oh, all those times I sat at home bored to tears, trapped, listening to Sara talk about her knitting. Now I can go to the gym, and sit in the lobby… Trapped… listening to Sara talk about her knitting… PLAYING PARCHEESI

Parcheesi, possibly the best bored came ever invented (not to mention way more fun without Archimedes trying to drop the play pieces through the heat register.

Happy Joy Joy!

We’ve been remodeling our house for two years now, and it’s really starting to come together. While I was working on a wall I discovered an old chimney shaft that was for a wood burning stove. The chimney was up on stilts, and Sara begged me to build a sculpture cubby in between the stilts. In the photo, you can see the cubby roughed in next to the brick wall.

After completing the cubby, we’ve had all sorts of debates about what would best fill in the space. Well, I just found the thing:

Archimedes on Display! Take that Martha Stewart!

Hey Everybody! I got me a new camera. Now I’m going to be taking all kinds of pictures. I’d take a picture of my camera, but then it would be all reversed in a mirror or some such.

In the end I took a picture of myself.

Hello… this is me. Age 25.

Anywho, I’ve written this survey about me and my wife.

Follow the link, you’ll laugh yourself silly.

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A couple minutes ago, Archimedes was giving me a lecture about my lazy attitude towards making him breakfast, he was also giving me the smack down on issues like the draperies, the dishes, proper foods for his tray, you name it!

“Where does he get this?” I was thinking quietly to myself when I suddenly realized…

SARA.

Sara’s been nagging me for weeks. “Can you get me a hot water bottle? Can you put this ice pack in the freezer? What’s for dinner? Will you pick me up from work?” All because she threw out her back.

You know, back in my Grandparents day, they would have said to work that pain off.

I’m definitely not issuing enough beatings.

My wife Sara just had her one year blogiversary on IbbySkibby.com She was so excited to be able to write all about a year of writing.

Then it occurred to me “why wait a year?” I’ll have my anniversary now. HAPPY 169 DAYS! or HAPPY !^( DAYS (if you just hold the shift key too long, rather then using caps lock.)

So in honor of this momentous occasion, I figured I’d go back and reflect like an old man telling war stories. Mostly lies.

First I’d like to thumb my nose at all those people who said a blog was too much work. That I’d never have the follow though, to make it to my first Blogiversary. In all ya’ll’s faces. Here I am blogniveraryin’ it!

Next I’d like to thank Eric Lowry who host’s my page. Thus allowing me to be a part of the real blogging world. Not one of these people who posts on all those other free services like blogspot.com, or wordpress.com. Thanks to Eric, I’m a real live blogger. I don’t make money worth a damn, but damn I have a real web address.

Next I’d like to thank my loyal fans. The ones like my wife, and Jeremiah. They are my favorite kind of fan. The ones who fear divorces, and broken friendships. Good job guys, keep reading or else.

I’d like to thank Archimedes. Thank him for all the cuteness, bitterness, and awesomness. Its your relentless pestering that allows me to have some reason to hide from you and write my blog.

I’d also like to thank Whinne the Pooh for babysitting Archimedes while I write my post.

Thanks Pooh.