“Does your mother make you take a nap after lunch?”
“Huh?”
“Does your mother make you take a nap after lunch?!?”
“What?”
“Cati! You heard what I just said.”
“Hey, Quinn you want to play with this doll?”
How early they learn to change the subject.
There used to be a time when Hooper willingly jumped into the bath tub for bath time. Of course once he got in the tub, he’d suddenly realize what was about to happen. He wouldn’t jump out, but he’d look at you with his big pitiful eyes that begged you not to go through with the bath.
You can almost track his bath time revulsion. He’s gone from willingly jumping into the tub, to willingly coming into the bathroom. Next he’d make it to the doorway and now he cowers on the other end of the coffee table. The best part is watching Chris trying to get Hooper to the bath tub. Hooper does an excellent job of suddenly making himself weigh five thousand pounds. It’s almost like he melts into the carpet.
Bath Time from elephantsoap and Vimeo.
Find the papaya in this picture. That’s right. There isn’t one! Chris and I went to our local Asian food market (we call it Super Cow) to get one thing, a papaya. We walked away with about $50 worth of food…and no papaya.
The really sad thing is that we can spend fifty bucks at Wally World and not get near as many groceries.
Chris and I took Quinn to the Sam Noble Museum of Natural History last week so I could get my final stamp. Quinn is really into his dinosaur books these days (he calls them âsaurs) and since itâs a blazing 100° here we thought this would be good alternative to the zoo. Plus, he seemed really excited about going (even though heâd never been before) because he kept saying âChris âsaursâ? over and over again.
I was really excited about taking him to the dinosaur museum. I remember the first time we took JR and Thomas and it was hilarious. Thomas was not much bigger then Quinn is now and Iâll never forget the look on his face when he saw that first big dino-display. He came running back around the corner with his arms lifted and had to be carried through the rest of the exhibit. Quinn was the same. Chris and I each had a hold on one of his hands and when we came to the first display we felt a tremor run through his little body. He stopped dead in his tracks and wouldnât budge. I leaned down and asked him if he wanted me to carry him and he nodded his little head yes and thatâs how we viewed the dinosaur exhibit. We all had a really nice time. Quinn had such a good time that he didnât want to leave. We left the museum to the woeful sounds of him crying ââsaursâ¦âsaursâ¦âs a u r sâ?.
So, thatâs it. Thatâs the final stamp. Chris mailed my passport in last night. We just have to keep our fingers crossed. The drawing is in September. Come on party barge!
Last week I took Friday off so that I could spend some time with my Mom and sister. I conned them into going to Guthrie so I could get another stamp on my passport. The Guthrie passport stamp comes from the Oklahoma Territorial Museum, a small museum that covers the early days of Oklahoma before we became a state.
The museum was nice. We all enjoyed flipping through the old Sears Roebuck catalog and exclaiming over how uncomfortable it must have been to be woman back in those days. Today’s heat index is 105. That’s pretty much the norm for this time of year. Imagine that heat while wearing a dark colored long-sleeved dress, with corset and stockings and healed boots and no air-conditioning. No wonder all the women in those old photos look pissed off.
After the museum, we tooled around Guthrie until lunch time. I found a great little yarn shop that I can’t wait to go back to so I can get some really pretty sock yarn (must finish Janell’s mittens first). The only blight on the day was when I realized the lady at the Territorial Museum stamped my passport in the wrong place. DOH! It should be OK, but I may have to get an extra stamp just to be on the safe side.
I found out Snow Patrol was coming to OKC the week after I purchased my Police tickets, so I didnât even ask Chris about going to that concert. What crappy timing?! Monday, our friend Traci called to see if we were going and she just couldnât believe that I was not going to this concert. She said âOh, youâre goingâ? and Iâm sooooo glad I did.
They played at the Zoo Amphitheater and it turned out to be a kind of small and intimate little concert. Traci and I were able to sit pretty close to the stage and Ty (her little brother) was able to get up to the bar that separates the VIPs from the regular folk at the front of the stage. I donât think Snow Patrol is really well known in this area. I was excited and crazy about every song they sang, while the crowd didnât get really riled until the band played âChasing Carsâ?. Traci and I just sat back ad enjoyed the concert. When they came out for their encore, one of the security guards came over to us and handed us VIP passes. Traci and I looked at each other and suddenly we were 19 again and total groupies. We wormed our way to the front of the stage and rocked out. We were so close I was able to get total acknowledgment from the bass player. IT. WAS. AWESOME.
I still canât get over the VIP passes. Iâve never been a VIP before. Our passes allowed us to go back stage, but we decided not to because Ty couldnât go with us. Plus, Iâm shy and dorky in those meet-the-band situations. Iâd rather just love them from a distance. I heart Gary Lightbody!
I really donât need any excuse to visit the Oklahoma Museum of Art. I could live in the Dale Chihuly exhibit quit comfortably. They are also really good about bringing in some really cool touring exhibits like the Napoleon exhibit where I got to see Napoleon’s hat and hankie with actual booger stains.
The current touring exhibit are selections from the Washington Gallery of Modern Art. I was really excited about it. I love modern art particularly from the 60s. I know that some people look at art and try to find âthe meaningâ? in it. Iâm not one of those types. I look at the splattered canvases and think âWow. That must have been a lot of fun to makeâ?. I also look at it and think that I could possibly create something very similar. It makes you feel like even you can be a great artist.
After we browsed around the touring exhibit, Chris and I went up to say Hello to the Chihuly exhibit. The Chihuly exhibit is a permanent one and I donât care how many times I go the art museum, I have to wander through the Chihuly exhibit. It always looks new to me. I want to crawl inside it and hide in the glass bubbles. I want to sun my self on the beach with glass seal-like balloons. I donât think I could ever tire of this exhibit. This time around we noticed that one of the pieces has a flaw in the coloring that makes it look like itâs cracked. I got up close to inspect just to make sure it wasnât a crack. Chris got all nervous and said âDonât look at it!â?. He didnât say âdonât touch itâ?. He actually told me not to look at it. Like looking at it would make the thing really crack and bust all over the floor. Heâs cute.
I think we decided to get memberships for Christmas this year. This like the fourth time Iâve been to the museum this year, so I think its something weâd really use. Plus they have some new touring exhibits coming up that I want to see. Stamp seven was a cinch.
