Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Marveling With Mother Goose

The rhyme: The Grand Ole Duke of York

The Grand Old Duke of York he had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again.
When they were up, they were up
And when they were down; they were down
And when they were halfway up
They were neither up nor down.

Looking at this one, I'm definitely thinking of huge historical underlings.

Lets see what my favorite website says.
This rhyme is believed to date back to the 15th century with the defeat of some guy named Richard, who, just so happened to be the Duke of York. There was a "War of the Roses" where the houses of York and the houses of Lancaster were fighting for more than 30 years in something that resembled the Civil War.
So Richard held claim to the English throne and was deemed Protector of England during the Battle of Wakefield in Dec of 1460. Here, the Duke and his army marched to his castle and took up the defense against the Lancaster army. The Duke's castle, called Sandal Castle was atop a hill and pretty much awesome in terms of safekeeping. In a random moment of madness though, the Duke decided to leave his stronghold to go down the hill and make a direct attack on the Lancaster army. The Duke and his men were overwhelmed and killed. The end.

Monday, October 26, 2009

If my life were a sitcom...

Now I've never been that much of a T.V. person.I'm not saying I'm perfect but when it came to watching T.V. or doing something else, I'd more than likely be doing something else. I usually can't sit still that long to pay attention. I keep thinking I could be working out or cleaning or doing something more productive.

Since we've had Caderyn, I've become quite a little T.V. junkie.

Here's the schedule I now have when night-time falls.

1. Monday: Two and a Half Men, How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang Theory
2. Tuesday: Biggest Loser
3. Wednesday: Glee
4. Thursday: Project Runway
5. Friday: The Soup (if I can stay up that late)

I'm not proud of this, but it is something to take away the edge of being confined to the house.

Today I Love...

No, not streakers- PUMPKINS!
I love pumpkins and how the define the true feeling of Fall.
I love their color and their smell and how gooey their insides are when you're getting ready for carving.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Enjoying the Simple Things on a Saturday

Eating carrots and dancing to some Toddler Tunes.

Playing in his jumper.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tubby Time!

So don't pay Jeff or I any attention in this video. We were trying to take a picture and were obviously recording instead. :)
But it turned out to be a very sweet video of our guy playing in the tub.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Another Television Obsession

I've been trying to keep this a secret, but, just don't think I can any longer.
I have developed an addiction to the sick and twisted lives that are characterized on Gossip Girl. I don't know how this happened...nope...wait. I think the guy that plays Chuck Bass is cute in a douche-baggy kind of way so I rented it.

Saturday, October 17, 2009


I've come down with the flu.
More than likely, its the swine flu. Great.
I don't remember the last time I've been so sick.
I have:
1. High fever
2. Something horribly wrong with my respiratory system
3. I ache all over. Even my teeth hurt.
4. Dizzies
5. Nausea

Yesterday was so awful. I couldn't do anything with Caderyn and poor Jeff was with him all day. Everytime I walked out of the room to go to the bathroom and Caderyn saw me he would scream. I was a wreck all day.
Jeff's parents, Pam and Craig came last night to get him after I went to the doctor and they told me try and remove the Bub from the house. I was SO upset but I know its the best thing.
I'm on quarantine until Monday and then we should find out what my test was and if I feel better.
Hopefully I do!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


I love...

Being a mom.
Its the most rewarding thing to come home every day and see my smiley little guy's face light up when I walk in the door.
Makes all my worries and frustrations vanish.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Reason #1 I Might Just Hate Being a Grown Up

My dad isn't here to "get rid" of the mouse that wanted to share my coffee with me this morning.

Scenario: Its roughly 6:00 a.m. I've just finished feeding my hungry little man- who- by the way hasn't been able to have a good bowel movement since Saturday. More on that later.
I put Mr. Bubbers (Caderyn) in his crib, hand him my plastic cooking spoon and turn on his mobile.
This is what I do every morning and then I get ready for work.
Stumbling into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot I see a quick brown streak across the floor and freeze. I have to blink a few times to fully wake myself up before it streaks by again, stopping to look at me this time. ITS A FREAKING MOUSE!
So at about 6:10 a.m. I'm shrieking at the top of my lungs and the mouse disappears.

So now I'm going to be the one stuck at home listening for the trap to snap the life out of the little mouse. NOT SOMETHING I WANT TO DO! I suggested to Jeff that we just get the Cinderella trap. You know, the one from the movie Cinderella where it just traps them alive and then you can take them outside somewhere and let them go or, if you're really into it, dress the mouse up in little outfits and name them Gus. Not my cup of tea, but to each his own!
I don't want the little mouse to die, I just want him to LEAVE FOREVER. Now I'm sitting in my office freaking out about how filthy my house is because of this mouse. All I want to do is go home and BLEACH EVERYTHING and vaccum and scrub until my house sparkles, yes, sparkles.

My dad gets in to Missoula tonight and will be driving through Helena tomorrow on his way to a business trip in Great Falls. I called him this morning and asked him if he would stop in and kill/ take care of this mouse for me. He laughed and told me, "Nope, you have to do this on your own. You're a big girl."
No I'm not! I mean, I might be 5'11 and married with a baby, but I'm still his little girl! Doesn't he want to take care of me! My husband just laughed and made an evil comment about spewing mouse guts on the kitchen floor. Thinking about that comment makes me want to cry! I hate mice, I hate spiders and I hate bugs but I don't want them to necessarily die! I mean, seriously, I apologize when I kill a spider. As I'm squishing it with a broom or a shoe I apologize out loud.
Why can't my dad just take care of it?

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Marveling With Mother Goose

THE RHYME: Goosey Goosey Gander

Goosey Goosey Gander where shall I wander,
Upstairs, downstairs and in my lady's chamber
There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg and threw him down the stairs.

Again with the violence! I'm thinking this one originated around the time that good ole' King Henry VIII was trying to overthrow the Catholic Church. Not quite sure what the goose reference is just yet but I'm sure the old man not saying his prayers and the violence that ensues has to do with denying the Catholic religion.

Let's see shall we...
So I visited my go-to site www.rhymes.org.uk and this is what I found out.

The Lady's chamber refers to a woman of high society who has her own room. The basis of this rhyme possibly date back to the 16th century and refer to Catholic priests hiding in "Priest Holes" or secret chambers to avoid persecution from Protestants. If these practicing priests were caught they would be killed, along with anyone that was hiding them. The moral being that if your didn't say your prayers, your Protestant prayers- thus revealing your devotion to the Catholic faith, great harm would come your way.

Interesting. I feel that perhaps we should try inventing new rhymes.