Out of the mouths of babes

My children, like most other children say very cute things. Like today, for example, Aiden told me HIS “feels aren’t yucky”. (Chase was feeling yucky!) On the other hand, you just never know what they’re thinking or what they’re going to say before they say it. So while it may be “cute”, it also has the potential to be very embarrassing. It has caused me some alarm twice now in a public setting… Once Aiden was walking past an old lady in an electric wheelchair. He was clearly staring as he walked past, keeping his eyes glued on the woman. I tried to be nonchalant and just kept going once he stopped in his tracks, but there was just no moving him. The woman looked like she was at least 100. Her skin was the blackest I’ve ever seen on a human being and very wrinkly. Her hair was gray and standing up and pointing all different directions (think Don King). She was also missing most of her teeth. When it became apparent that Aiden was not following me, I braced myself for the worst and hoped for the best as I turned to him. He pointed at the woman and said, “What’s… what’s… what’s hers name?” Whew. I was safe. The woman proceeded to tell him her name and asked his. They had a nice little conversation and then we were safely on our way without any embarrassment on MY part. Fast forward to today; my second embarrassing brush with the unknown toddler thoughts. We were standing in line at Wal-Mart when an older gentleman got in line behind us. My first impression of him was that he looked a little grumpy. Being the politically-correct girl that I am, I simply “thought” that, but didn’t give voice to my opinion. Aiden apparently had the same impression, however, and didn’t choose to be “p.c.”. He pointed at the man and said, “Wook, Mom. Him’s angry.” I had to laugh to disguise my embarrassment, while my mind tried to come up with a plan off defense. Luckily the “angry” guy’s expression melted the second he heard Aiden and a grin spread across his face. He informed Aiden that he had just been thinking and didn’t know his “thinking face” looked like an “angry face”. All’s well that ends well… but you can bet I’ll be steeling myself next time I see Aiden’s finger point towards another person! So far we’re two-for-two, but how lucky can a mom get?!
This picture is old... maybe I should've taken notice of the pointing back then! ;)

The apples...

Today we went for a photo shoot. What a joy. My eyes were beaming... lasers... or would've been if I was a super human and that was one of my super powers. Instead they were just beaming you're-not-making-me-a-happy-proud-mother looks at the apples of my eye who did not cooperate very well. Thankfully the photographer assured me that is normal behavior for day-before-turning-3 yr olds! (I'm sure her kindness had nothing at all to do with the fact that she's my sister and she HAS to say things like that to make me feel better about my little "apples" causing not so happy eye expressions!) Chalk it up to experience, patience, and love... she actually managed to get some cute pictures!

Old English

In Old English, words were spelled a little differently (some even different words) than they are today. A few examples:

olde= old
bonefire= bonfire
gong= dung
Shakspere= Shakespeare
misery= Missouri...

Ok, I made the last one up. :D After experiencing the state first hand, however, I believe I may be right. I don't even have to look up the origin of the state's name. I just KNOW that's where it came from. (Kristine, PLEASE don't prove me wrong! lol)

My point is simply that it was MISERABLY hot in MISERY I mean Missouri. ;) Even people who live there were complaining. My poor little boys who were not used to it had sweaty heads the whole time we were there. That said, we managed to have a great time in spite of ourselves thanks to our amazing hosts, Marc & Leilani.

We found this fabulous little farm that was actually clean and the animals were well taken care of. I must note, even the pigs agreed with the misery part (as evidenced by their being fully submersed in their water troughs. You HAVE to be hot to bathe in your own drinking water. Well, maybe that only applies to humans, but still, I'm just sayin'...)


























To make up for the miserable heat, Missouri provides some fun things to take your mind off of it like free Friday movies, fountains to play in (even if the water IS warmed up significantly by the sun... even newborn Kavika thought it was a bath!), and the coolest little farm-themed playground.







Thanks Marc & Lani & Charly & Kavika for your hospitality. We'll try not to question your sanity for choosing to live in Misery... I keep doing that!... Missouri instead of mild, comfortable Colorado! We miss you already!

The land of the blogs...

I've joined the land... I even considered that as the title of my blog. I thought it was kind of a reference to "The land of the Lost" t.v. show, but realized that not too many people would even know what that was! (I loved it when I was a kid... How OLD am I, anyway?!?! Yikes!! Just for curiosity's sake, do any of you- assuming anyone is reading this thing- remember the show?!)

I've been holding out on creating a blog until I could come up with a clever name like my friend, Kayte... Her last name is Eck... You just can't beat the "Eck's files", you know? She's even been trying to come up with a clever name FOR me. (Thanks for your help!) ;) All this time I've been working with my last name (Habib) but nothing really stood out. I thought about "HotBabe" since that's what one of my brothers said it sounds like, but decided that might draw the attention of less-than-desirable surfers (as in naughty-content-searching-web-surfers, not the ocean kind... I really don't find anything less than desirable about them. Come to think of it, I don't even know any ocean surfers. Still I don't mind if any of them stumble upon my little blog.). So, I decided to go with my old nickname (thanks Michael- my brother-in-law) and decided the apples kind of go along with the whole "original Cin" idea... little play on words. And, while it may not be as cool as the Eck's files, (as long as we're being honest, here, what really IS that cool?!) it'll do for me.

One thing I'm a little curious about (but not curious enough to actually do any research or look it up) is why it's called a "blog". I've come to my own conclusions. I decided it's because most people are writing their "thoughts" and journaling, which they think is so interesting and thought-provoking, while others are thinking "blah, blah, blah... so they logged on to the internet and wrote about their day"... together it just becomes "blog". If anybody else reading this has an idea (I don't want facts- Kristine... queen of finding all the answers which really comes in handy for me lots of times [take scrabulous for example] and I appreciate it- I want some silly, funny, made-up stuff) that is clever (like MY idea obviously is) about where the word "blog" originates, please feel free to share!