"This is a story about a guy, who like most
of us, sometimes questions his existence, measuring himself to others,
not believing enough in his abilities or his worth. Then one day,
his passion outgrew his fears as he stepped onto a stage, a stage
that took him to a place beyond his self imposed prison. Watch the
faces of the judges as this guy walks out on the stage. You can
almost see what they're thinking as they pre-judge this guy based
on his looks and the fact that he's a cell phone salesman. Maybe
this guy stopped believing in what people told him for so many years
and ultimately started listening to his passion."
Edited: I was informed that the video I originally
had embedded is expired. I updated the link, but if it still doesn't
work then go here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA.
All
of our weekend plans were almost ruined due to rain and illness.
Annie's school warned us on Thursday that her field trip to the
pumpkin patch could be cancelled the next day if it rained. It was
even sprinkling when I we arrived to the school, but they decided
to give it a go. Fortunately, the rain didn't start until the very
end of our trip. More on that later. Directly after school on Friday
the girls and I were planning on driving to Viriginia to see our
dear friends, Tricia, Elena, and Elissa. The agenda included spending
the weekend there with the girls running amok together while Tricia
and I dished and caught up on old times. I'm sure lots of picture
taking would have taken place, too. {Tricia did a little photography
on the side, too, and I did her
website.} Sadly, Tricia and her girls came down with quite an
illness and suggested we reschedule. We're going to try again this
weekend, unless something else comes up:/ Be sure to check out Lucy
with the femur (that's a human thigh bone...only "the Burbs"
fans will get it).
The
pumpkin patch Annie's school went to this year wasn't quite as extravagant
as the one we went to last year, but it was very quaint and appropriate
for our young and small group. The "tour guide" showed
us some of the vegetables they grew including green beans, cucumbers,
various squash, tomatoes and more. We also got to visit with some
cows, horses, and pigs. Of course, the kids got to pick out their
very own pumpkin to take home. Annie insisted that her pumpkin was
the biggest of all (even though most other kids had bigger). She
picked out Mimi's and made sure that it was much smaller than her's.
Mimi, being the diplomat, made no fuss. The girls had lots o' fun
getting to run around and seeing some animals. Well, Mimi was off
to a rough start with a touch of cantankerousness, but she pulled
through and was happy as can be by the pumpkin picking phase. Everyone
also got to pick out an apple to snack on, and I got to divert a
little boy from vomiting on us (good times). Right as we were finishing
up with the apples the rain started to pour. We were escorted to
their produce store. They actually had quite a nice selection including
eggplant. While waiting for the bus I happened to look over and
spotted a bow and some arrows much like the one Mike owns. He would
have been so proud. Once Annie was on the bus Mimi and I motored
home to take naps. Of course, we had to pick Annie up from school
an hour and a half later.
Mimi
and I have been battling about her incessant hair-twirling. I'm
not kidding when I say that she wakes up everyday with a dreadlock
in her hair. So I sit patiently and work out the knot every single
day. I would love to just cut it out. However, if I did that each
day, then she would be bald after only a week or so. I've tried
talking to her about it. Funny, right? I've tried scolding her,
but it does no good to discipline a 2.5 year old for something that
happened hours ago. The other night I came up with a new idea. I
decided to make a hat out of panythose (yes, panythose). I figured
it would be thin and soft enough to not disturb her sleep. Unfortunately,
she woke up without the "hat" on and with new dreadlocks
with which to contend. I'm thinking my next step is to try mittens
on her hands, but she'll probably just take those off, too. Mike
suggested french-braiding her hair. The problem with that is that
I don't really know how to french-braid, and I think she would manage
to wriggle her little fingers in enough to pull out an adequate
amount to twirl. Any ideas, people? In other news, the girls are
quite fascinated with bad words, potty words as we call them. We
try to limit or prohibit their use of the words butt, poopy, booger,
fart, etc. Instead we prefer bum in place of butt and toot in place
of fart and other such replacements. Unfortunately, the girls are
constantly testing us on this. I caught them the other day singing
"the ABC Song" but they were inserting butt where they
could. "A, B, C, D, BUTT!" ha, ha, ha. Such clever girls!
Then the other day Annie came to Mike to tattle on Mimi about how
she was saying potty words. When Mike went to catch Mimi in the
act, she was saying "potty words". In fact, she was jumping
up and down on the couch screaming, "POTTY WORDS! POTTY WORDS!
POTTY WORDS!" Oh, our pesky kids.
Since my traveling plans were cancelled, Mike and
I went to "Beer, Brats and Bunco" (a dental spouses club
sponsored event) on Saturday night. I spoke with Trang about it
beforehand, and we made the executive decision to RSVP. Apparently,
this didn't sit well with the men. Mike grumbled a little bit but
knew he had no choice. I called Trang right after leaving our house
to make sure they knew how to get there, but Trang informed me that
they weren't going (the USC game was more important to Matt). Oh
no, they weren't getting off that easy. I laid on the guilt like
molasses, and Trang conceded that she would bring her mother along
for the event. I figured that we wouldn't be seeing them there.
However, much to everyone's surprise, the whole Chesler brood showed
up, Matt, Trang, Brady, and Trang's mom. Evidently, Trang insisted
that Matt attend. He said that if USC scored, then they'd go. Sure
enough USC scored seconds later. It turned out that Matt and Mike
seemed to have more fun than us. Our babysitter asked that we be
home between 9:30 and 10. When it got to be 9 p.m. I told Mike that
we better call it a night even though there was still one more round
of Bunco to go. He was the one that insisted we stay to finish up
the last round, and so we did. It was a fun night that I'm glad
Trang and I decided to do:)
I now leave you with the girls' rendition of "Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little Star". Broadway, here they come! (Just trying
out the video function again on my new P&S.) I love that Google
will let me upload my 50MB video so that I don't have to take up
that much space on my own web server.
So we decided to get a new camera. Don't worry,
I still have my ginormous beast of a camera that I use for professional
stuff. However, I was starting to dread having to lug that thing
around everywhere or found myself "forgetting" to bring
my camera to events. Now we've got a handy point and shoot that
also doubles as our camcorder. Our camcorder decided to not work
well over a year ago, and Mike's little P&S chooses not to record
video anymore. Rather than buy a new camcorder that would hardly
get used, I decided we should just invest in a nice P&S with
the video option. The one we decided on is the Canon
Powershot 950IS. The camera boasts a whopping 12.1 megapixels
which is more than my pro camera. I was suprised to see that each
picture was 8 MB. I'm going to lower the resolution because I will
never need to print anything bigger than 8x10 (if even that big)
from this camera. Without further ado, here's a sample video from
the new digicam. While watching a movie, I noticed that my camera
was done charging and Mike was alseep...what better time to film
a "movie". I just got the biggest kick out of the look
on his face at one point during the video. Enjoy!
On Saturday the Guises made a suprise appearance
to return our long, lost coolers. The girls and I were away at a
birthday party, but we all went out to dinner upon our return. The
restuarant we went to is a great place that has a fun, general store
with tons of toys, games, gag gifts, and much more. {Unfortunately,
on this particular night the service was not so great and left a
bad impression with the Guises:( I hope they will believe us when
I say that this was very unusual. Gina is not afraid to speak her
mind to service staff and made sure to let the waitress know that
we were not happy. I was hiding under the table though...yes, I'm
a big ol' wimp.) Of course, the kids always have to make a stop
in there every time we go. We gave in and purchased a couple of
items including a potholder weaving kit and a couple of sets of
fake moustaches (don't ask). Once Annie
got wind of the potholder kit she asked over and over when we'd
get to make potholders. It was on Sunday (a whole day later, can
you imagine) that we finally got a chance to sit down and make a
potholder. Annie actually got the hang of the process and got 2/3
of the way through before handing it over to me to finish off. Mimi
lost interest after the first couple of weaves. She was very intrigued
by the instruction booklet though. That thing didn't leave her hands
for most of the day.
The girls got new dresses for church. I couldn't resist
snapping some shots while they were wearing them. Please don't let
them grow up because they are just so scrumptious right now.
This
weekend was fun-filled for us Hawleys. On Sunday (I know, it's supposed
to be a day of rest) we went on a bike tour to the Anacostia River.
I was reluctant to go, but Mike insisted. I'm glad he did because
it really was nice to get out and do something different. The trailer
was hooked to Mike's bike this time, so my thighs weren't on fire
two minutes into the trip. Mike clocked us at traveling around 10
miles. Go us! On Monday we headed down to Annapolis for the day.
Our first stop was at the Naval Academy. I suggested we check out
the gift shop. We were glad we did because we got the girls the
cutest visors that they wore all day. (Mimi wore her's again today--she's
very attached.) The rest of the day was spent strolling around downtown
Annapolis peeking through shops, eating lunch, enjoying the boats,
and devouring ice-cream. We had dinner plans at the Parks' home
(a new classmate of Mike). However, we lost track of time, so we
had to go straight from Annapolis to their house. The girls were
pooped (oops, Mommy said a naughty word...as Annie would make sure
to tell me) and took a quick nap on the drive over. I'm glad we
finally took the time to check out Annapolis. We've had lots o'
people tell us what a neat place it is, and it is. Have a look at
the pictures we took on the girls' page
under "October 2007".
While I was making the girls' October album I realized
that I've been remiss in putting any galleries for the girls since
May. So I went ahead and put together an album for each month that
has been missing. I must warn you that many of the pictures are
repeats from some of the memories galleries--there are a couple
of new ones here and there. Mainly, having the galleries are just
a formality and record of my girlies for each month:) If you're
interested, then go check out the girls'
page to see all the new months.
Anyone who has kids can surely relate to this.
The man sings my exact routine with the girls each night, and I
thought I was the only one going through this (::wink::). And to
think he worded it to Pachabel's Canon.
In other news: Mimi decided she wanted to sleep
in Annie's bed today during naptime. When I went to get her after
she woke up she was in her crib?!? Does this mean she's not ready
for the big, girl bed? Fortunately, for Mimi, I've been putting
off the official bed search. It amazes me at times how different
she is from Annie. Annie was/is determined to learn/do new stuff
all the time. Mimi, on the other hand, doesn't seem to have that
same fortitude. At times, I do worry, but then I have to tell myself
that Mimi is just a different person and is an incredible, magnificent,
wonderful, spectacular, terrific kid in her own way.
Today
the girls and I went to Moe's Southwest Grille since Mike has been
attending a conference in Baltimore since yesterday and will continue
to do so until tomorrow afternoon. They closed down the one closest
to us in College Park and re-opened next to Ikea in a new shopping
center next door. It was a total fluke that we attended their grand
opening, but we lucked out. The girls were asked to have their picture
taken with the man dressed up as an Indian (?) who was making balloons
animals. Supposedly, the picture will be in a newspaper (or a newsletter--I
couldn't really understand the photographer). In return for their
cooperation, the girls were gifted with Mexican, turtle bobble-heads
{picture courtesy of some seller on eBay}. Annie chose a pink one
and Mimi a blue. On the way home Annie declared that her turtle
would be called Fancy Nancy. If you have never heard of Fancy
Nancy, she's a character in a series of children books who loves
to be fancy and adores anything French. They really are some cute
books with sparkles and spunk. Grandma Minnesota got Annie 2 of
the books when we visited her this summer. In one of the books Fancy
Nancy decides that her family is lacking in fanciness and offers
a seminar on how to be fancy. The other day Annie asked me if I
would attend her class on being fancy. Does this mean that I'm not
fancy or that Annie sees something devoid in my style :(?
Happy October, everyone! I never thought I would
see the day when I actually looked forward to the months to fly
by and the weather to cool off. With temperatures in the upper 80's
last week, I was actually getting annoyed that the weather wasn't
chilly. Those who grew up with me are probably not believing what
they're reading because I used to swear that I would live in the
deep, hot south because of the year-round stifling temps. What can
I say, I've changed. Say hi to Prudence. She's a preying mantis
and came to visit us the other day. Prudence isn't her usual, vibrant,
green self but is instead preparing for fall and winter by wearing
fresh fall colors.
Did you know that there are places that let people
come and dish up food only to take it home to freeze? And I'm one
of those people. The place is called Let's
Dish, and there are several locations here in Maryland. A group
of us went on Saturday to "try it out" with a coupon for
$10.00 for one meal. Normally, the meals are $25.00 each which serves
4-6 people, and they encourage a 4-meal plan that is discounted
a whole $5.00. I told Mike that I was considering going again in
the far off future to do this so that we'd have meals already prepared
for those nights when we want a nice meal but not all the work involved.
He looked at me like I was crazy and said that I absolultely wasn't
going to go to a place to have someone else make my meals for me
to "cook" later. How dare he take this idea away from
me!! Can you guess how much I love cooking? Anyway, it was fun to
have a day away from the kids and chit-chat time with some girlfriends.
Later that night Mike and I discovered a different
kind of dining experience. We met up with Tiger and Leah at a place
called Fogo de Chao. Perhaps
you've heard of it, but it's a Brazilian steakhouse that offers
meats of many animals and cuts. Instead of ordering off a menu,
you are given a card with a red and green side. If the green side
is up, then you are bombarded by the "gauchos" with meats
galore. It's definitely not for people like me and Leah with little
appetites, but Mike and Tiger gave those people a run for their
money. The food was fabulous and oh-so-filling. Leah and I were
more impressed with the bathroom though. I'm so going to sneak in
there one day with my camera to copy for my future, dream home;)
Of course, halfway through our walk back to the metro station we
were up for some ice-cream at Maggie Moo's. Tiger actually ordered
a hefty serving of popcorn ice-cream. Mike and I both tasted
it, but I don't think I could stomach a whole cup of that stuff.
I'm a chocolate lover, so it's hard for me to think of anything
else anyway. This is one good thing about living in a super, huge,
ginormous city (or set of cities) is that we've got tons of variety
in the way of restaurants.
Annie has taken a liking to waking me up each morning.
If I'm not quite ready to get up, then I tell Annie that it has
to be at least 7:30 (seven-three-zero) on the clock. Well, Annie
enjoys saying the time for EVERY SINGLE MINUTE. "Mommy, it's
seven-one-three!" "Mommy, it's seven-one-four!" Talk
about completely defeating the purpose of those extra minutes of
rest. Mike and I discussed this new habit and thought it would be
fun to get the girls a clock for their room. While shopping for
said clock I also decided to get the girls each a watch. Now if
I absolutely don't want to get up until seven-three-zero, then Annie
is told she can't enter my room until those numbers are on her watch
or clock. So far it seems to be working, although on a couple of
recent days I actually got up before Annie. Part of the reason Annie
needed that extra sleep was due to her asthma making a return. {The
previous visit to the doctor resulted in Annie getting an Albuterol
inhaler, but she refused to use it without Mike or I having to tackle
her to the ground. I'm pretty sure she wasn't getting any medicine
in her. So Mike and I concluded that maybe she didn't have asthma,
and Annie's coughing fits also went away.} On Wednesday though Annie
coughed every 5 seconds all day long, and then had a major attack
with difficulty in breathing in the middle of the night. We took
Annie to the doctor the next day where they put her on a nebulizer.
Surprisingly, Annie didn't freak out and sat very patiently for
the 10 minutes required. It actually made her stop coughing, too.
So now Annie takes Claritin daily and has to use her inhaler during
coughing fits. The cough did return the other day, and Annie actually
used the inhaler all by herself properly and without a fight. The
funny part of the story is that on the way home from the doctor
Annie exclaimed that she had a fun time at the doctor. Then later
she told Mike that she was smoking at the doctor. Mike explained
to her that she wasn't technically smoking, but she insisted that
she was in fact smoking. I hope this doesn't mean that we have a
future smoker on our hands:(
It's official, Mimi's a hyper kid. That child hops
everywhere. When I yell across the house for her to come to me,
then I will hear bonk, bonk, bonk...until she reaches me. All I
can say is that she's going to have some monster calf muscles one
day. The other day while preparing to do a pilates/yogo video I
grabbed the Noah's Arc quilt (that Auntie Jenni made) to use as
a mat. Mimi promptly picked it up declaring that it was her blanket.
She came back a few seconds later with a towel and put it where
the quilt had once laid. I discovered later that she had also returned
the quilt to her crib. That stinker! My hopes were raised the other
day when I was summoned at church to attend to Mimi's insistence
that she had to go potty. I immediately escorted her to a toilet
waiting for something grand to happen. Suddenly, I heard a toot
and Mimi saying, "All done!" I checked the toilet to discover
NOTHING! Little Miss Toot had dragged me out of my class and got
my hopes up just so she could pass gas on the potty. I tried to
see this as a positive experience because it must means that Mimi
is starting to realize to an extent what goes on in that big, white
bowl. Of course, our marathon, toilet-sitting sessions since then
have brought no progress, but I'm not giving up. Speaking of our
tooting princess, we have discovered that she does have a talent
for it. Mike has been attacked by her toots on several occasions.
Some evenings I will hear quite a raucous going on in the girls'
room after bedtime, and I will find Mimi having a fart party in
her crib much to her and Annie's enjoyment. Just thought you'd like
to know...