10—Someday I’m going to figure out my 6 year old. This is probably not that day. I cannot figure out what makes him tick. I can’t figure out why going to school a few hours late, with an excused absence, makes him terrified and embarrassed to walk into his classroom. I can’t figure out why he is embarrassed to take pennies to donate for Haiti to school. I can’t understand why wearing his clothes backwards with gloves for socks on his feet and wearing Zach’s sandals to school does NOT make him embarrassed, if those other things did. Love, love, LOVE that kid.
9—Latest and greatest Bradshaw vocabulary:
Typical guide—what you look up in the back of the Bible (ex. Lucy: Mom, I can’t find my name in the typical guide.)
King kiss—delectable pull apart cheesy snack, also known as a cheese stick (ex. Adam: Mom, I wanna snyack. King kiss, peas?)
8—Goldie survives traumatic experience #457. It’s more than a little amazing that our almost 3 year old fish is still alive and kicking. I’d say it’s more in the “downright miracle” category, but I’m not sure you can use the word “fish” and “miracle” in the same sentence. (Well, unless you’re talking about the loaves and fishes, and that’s definitely a whole different story.) Anyway, she’s been swimming sideways and/or upside down on and off for the past several months. I’m guessing there was an air bubble trapped somewhere in there, and we were tempted to flush her. Wouldn’t you know she scraped through it okay, and is doing just fine now? Who knew? Who KNEW a goldfish would survive this long in our house? Goldie is older than Adam, for Pete’s sake.
7—K: What if you only have boy babies for the rest of your life?
M: I don’t know if I’m going to have any more babies, much less more boys.
K: (craning his head around the table for a good look at my stomach) Hmmmmm, it kind of looks like you are.
Well . . . . . huh. Time for some ab work, apparently.
6—After a few months of a family cheer (hands in . . . “Go BRADSHAWS!”) after every family prayer, we started getting a little casual with the enthusiasm. You could almost hear the raspberry noises and see the thumbs down from a certain 35 year old member of our family who shall remain nameless. It was affecting our overall gusto. After enough effort from a certain 33 year old member of our family who shall remain nameless, however, we’ve picked up steam again and hear a rousing “Goooooooooo, BRADSHAWS!” every morning and night. Good job, me.
5— Adamisms:
*But I don’t yike food, mom. (After I fruitlessly tried to get him to eat his dinner.)
*I’m not wearing any pants, not wearing any pants, no pants. (Sung in the car on the way home from AZ after he spilled water all over himself.)
*I yuv you six miyion. (After I told him, “I love you a million.”)
*Nooooooo . . . I’n a puppy. (After I asked him if he was still my baby.)
*Is dat MaryCake? (While watching our friends’ baby, MaryKate.)
4— Date nights continue. Last year we learned the joy (and importance to my sanity) of regularly scheduled dates. My personal favorite this month was dinner out and then to UVU for their rendition of Urinetown: the Musical. To quote the show, “The title’s just awful!” but there are some funny, funny parts. Some of our faves: spoofs of the Les Mis barricade building, West Side Story rumble, Trouble with a T from Music Man, and your run-of-the-mill spiritual. For your viewing pleasure, check out a short clip here. No, really, do it. It's funny, and it's the Broadway cast, so it's good. (And never mind the Chinese subtitles . . .unless of course you can read Chinese. Then, enjoy.)
9—Latest and greatest Bradshaw vocabulary:
Typical guide—what you look up in the back of the Bible (ex. Lucy: Mom, I can’t find my name in the typical guide.)
King kiss—delectable pull apart cheesy snack, also known as a cheese stick (ex. Adam: Mom, I wanna snyack. King kiss, peas?)
8—Goldie survives traumatic experience #457. It’s more than a little amazing that our almost 3 year old fish is still alive and kicking. I’d say it’s more in the “downright miracle” category, but I’m not sure you can use the word “fish” and “miracle” in the same sentence. (Well, unless you’re talking about the loaves and fishes, and that’s definitely a whole different story.) Anyway, she’s been swimming sideways and/or upside down on and off for the past several months. I’m guessing there was an air bubble trapped somewhere in there, and we were tempted to flush her. Wouldn’t you know she scraped through it okay, and is doing just fine now? Who knew? Who KNEW a goldfish would survive this long in our house? Goldie is older than Adam, for Pete’s sake.
7—K: What if you only have boy babies for the rest of your life?
M: I don’t know if I’m going to have any more babies, much less more boys.
K: (craning his head around the table for a good look at my stomach) Hmmmmm, it kind of looks like you are.
Well . . . . . huh. Time for some ab work, apparently.
6—After a few months of a family cheer (hands in . . . “Go BRADSHAWS!”) after every family prayer, we started getting a little casual with the enthusiasm. You could almost hear the raspberry noises and see the thumbs down from a certain 35 year old member of our family who shall remain nameless. It was affecting our overall gusto. After enough effort from a certain 33 year old member of our family who shall remain nameless, however, we’ve picked up steam again and hear a rousing “Goooooooooo, BRADSHAWS!” every morning and night. Good job, me.
5— Adamisms:
*But I don’t yike food, mom. (After I fruitlessly tried to get him to eat his dinner.)
*I’m not wearing any pants, not wearing any pants, no pants. (Sung in the car on the way home from AZ after he spilled water all over himself.)
*I yuv you six miyion. (After I told him, “I love you a million.”)
*Nooooooo . . . I’n a puppy. (After I asked him if he was still my baby.)
*Is dat MaryCake? (While watching our friends’ baby, MaryKate.)
4— Date nights continue. Last year we learned the joy (and importance to my sanity) of regularly scheduled dates. My personal favorite this month was dinner out and then to UVU for their rendition of Urinetown: the Musical. To quote the show, “The title’s just awful!” but there are some funny, funny parts. Some of our faves: spoofs of the Les Mis barricade building, West Side Story rumble, Trouble with a T from Music Man, and your run-of-the-mill spiritual. For your viewing pleasure, check out a short clip here. No, really, do it. It's funny, and it's the Broadway cast, so it's good. (And never mind the Chinese subtitles . . .unless of course you can read Chinese. Then, enjoy.)
3—M: Did you know when I was young, we didn’t have answering machines?
L: Whaaaaaa?!?!? How did you ever know if your friends called you?
M: You didn’t . . . unless they told you later.
L: *gasp*
I feel oldish.
2—A typical night at the B’s, minus the injuries and crying:
L: Whaaaaaa?!?!? How did you ever know if your friends called you?
M: You didn’t . . . unless they told you later.
L: *gasp*
I feel oldish.
2—A typical night at the B’s, minus the injuries and crying:
1—New year, new goals, new organization techniques, new flooring plans, renewed friendships, newly released from our Primary callings, new sicknesses, new schedule for church, new plans for trips this year, and new dreams.
1 comments:
I love your top tens! We recently flushed a beta fish that lived almost three years. He took MONTHS of barely moving to die. I thought many times of flushing him to put him out of his misery, but I wasn't sure how the Lord would feel about euthenasia of a beta fish. My concious wouldn't let me do it : )
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