curse you, tyrel murri

Yes. It is true.
The NBA Finals.
I guess he had to start her early or something.

tummy giggles

Sorry about the obnoxious mother in this video.
But this is really posted for my parents since they live 1,000 miles away.
And they love me {almost} as much as they love Kemry so it evens out.

room

I had been anxiously waiting to pick up this book and read it since it came out {but once I went on maternity leave, I hardly stepped foot in our bookstore to check it out for a few weeks...a great perk of working for Barnes and Noble, ps.} and just finally got around to finishing it tonight.

The story is told by a five-year-old-boy named Jack. 

Jack and his mother live in Room {basically an 11x11 foot shed in the back their kidnapper's yard}. 

Room is all he has ever known. 

It deals with the terror, joy, and love that they experience in Room, held together by their loving relationship with one another. 

When they finally escape Room, Jack {and his mother, for that matter} has to learn to live all over again.

I thought the story started off great but slowly pittled off toward the end.

Enough so that I just skimmed the last few pages.

Overall, I would give it a 6/10.

Good enough for one read, but definitely not great enough to make it onto my bookshelf.

{as for a few other books I have read in the past couple of months...

 I Am Number Four {Pittacus Lore}

3/10. Laaaaaame.

Bossypants {Tina Fey}

9/10. Awesome.

 Matched {Ally Condie}:  

6/10. Good idea...

...but it was slow to pick up the pace. Still, I will probably read the next one because the first leaves you hanging.

Water For Elephants {Sara Gruen}

8/10....

I started this when it came out waaaay back in 2006 and had only the last few chapters left before I got too busy with school...so here we are...2011. Finally finished. And it was not too shabby.}

Just in case you were wondering.

the trial of being a baby

The other night we took an evening stroll in the park.

We had such a peaceful, nice time...

 

 

...until we turned around to go home, and I saw this...

 Oh dreaded baby hair! 

She has been sporting a tuft of a yamaka on top, an old man's baldy-strip in the middle, and a unkept rattail on the bottom.

Poor thing.

Thankfully, we were able to fix the rattail problem...

And now that she rolls over onto her stomach no matter what we do, the other two might fix themselves.

Hopefully.

If not, she is in for one rough childhood.

the day tyrel and vandy turned 99

How can that be?

Isn't Vandy only 23?

And Tyrel 26?

It comes down to this, folks.

The worst cold bug ever known to mankind has taken over the Murri household.

It is sicknasty.

Let's just say that the CEO of Kleenex should cut us a rebate check.

I am finally getting over the worst part of my cold.

Tyrel is unfortunately just getting to it.

Neither of us, however, can hear a darn thing.
As we were both getting ready for work this morning, our ears were exceptionally plugged, made so much better by the fact that I hardly had a voice.

Tyrel and I are infamous for trying to talk to one another at the most illogical times, like when one person is standing next to the washer/dryer, holding the screaming baby, or taking a shower with the vent on...

So we already know how short-tempered we are {I am} about this subject.

After the 49th time of Tyrel saying, "Huh? What? I can't hear you", I decided I needed shout what I was saying.

As loud as I could

{which turned out to be a bad idea because of the pain that emanated from lungs due to coughing and phlegm}.

This did not make Tyrel happy.

Which did not make me happy.

Which made Tyrel even more unhappy.

{Well, it was probably just me getting more unhappy again}

{Kemry could have cared less, for the record}

All of this silliness {along with some sore leg muscles from a run earlier in the week where I decided I didn't need to stretch before or after...} made me realize that we are going to make horrid old people.

And isn't the goal of life to become those cute old people who knit and read the paper all day?

And play bingo and take naps?

Or something like that?

But even though we haven't been able to hear each other the past few days, be it due to our plugged ears or the constant coughing/nose-blowing, we still knew how to take care of each other, in our own way...

Including back tickles, face massages, slow walks in the park, and no cooking {hallelujah!}.

So as I sat in the rocking chair, feeding the Kemster her pre-bed bottle {who has also suffered the agony of this cold...don't even get me started on the boogers...} and watched my poor husband with a hot rice pack on his painfully throbbing ear, I realized that, even though we would make an awful elderly couple, we are one rad young family.

And besides, I already know how to knit and am a professional napper.

I guess that means we are half-way there.