Baby Manny meets Baby Chuck

If you've been following this blog, then you already know that hubby's sister gave birth around the same time that I did.  (To see those posts, click here and here.) Last weekend Baby Chuck and Baby Manny** chatted online.  I'd like to imagine that their conversation went something like this:

Or, perhaps their conversation went something like this:

Tee hee hee.  We look forward to Skyping everyone again soon. 


** Henceforth his pseudonym will be Manny Pacquiao.

Delivery room advice

Hubby's colleagues love sharing their delivery room horror stories experiences with us.  One colleague told him to make sure that my fingernails were clipped before we headed to the delivery room.  Hubby asked him why, and the man responded, "She's going to squeeze your arm so tightly and her nails will dig into your flesh."

Yikes. o____O 

(Btw, my nails are clipped, so my hands are ready!)

My funny sister

Here's a snippet from a funny email that I received from my sister last Saturday: 

 

I hope you don't give birth until at least Tuesday! I won't have my phone charger until then!!! ): So you can't call me and tell me what a gruesome experience--I mean WONDERFUL WONDERFUL (: experience it was to give birth!!

She's so funny.  Here's my response:

HAHAHAHA!  I'll be sure to keep Baby Norris in until then.

The usual suspects

Last month marked our one year anniversary living in our new town.  Hubby and I really like living here, but sometimes we wonder whether we'll ever find our niche and develop deep roots.  Whenever I find myself on this train of thought, I try to remind myself that relationships take time and effort to build.

Fortunately, I was reminded during a recent visit to our favorite Vietnamese restaurant that we are making some connections.  Here's what transpired:

((Hubby and I walk in the restaurant.  Waitresses 1 and 2 look up.))

Waitress 1

Do you need to see a menu or do you know what you want?

Hubby

((Surprised)) We'd like to see a menu, please.

Waitress 1

((Hands us menus, walks away, and then returns))

What do you want to drink?

Me

Water

Hubby

I'll have a water too.  I think we also know what we want to get.  I'll have VR1 (porkchop with broken rice).

Me

I'd like VPH1 (pho noodle soup).

Waitress 2  

((Walks by with a smile on her face))

You always get the same thing.  The baby must like soup, huh?

I loved that they recognized us and baby.  It just made my day.

A guitar, a harmonica, a saw, and...a recorder?

This past Sunday hubby played the recorder during worship at our local church.  After hearing hubby play, one congregant commented, "It sounds like we're having church in Gondor."  Another church member (an older gentleman in his 70s) had this conversation with hubby:

Churchgoer:  

What instrument are you playing?  A sweet potato?

Hubby:  

Uh, sweet potato?  You mean an ocarina?  No, this is a recorder.

Churchgoer:  

I like the way it sounds.  Do you want to be in my band?  We go around and play for people in nursing homes. They don't have good memories.  Right now we have a guy that plays the harmonica, a guy that plays the saw, and I play the guitar.  

Hubby:  

Um, sure.

 

Perhaps Baby Chuck Norris and I will be the group's first set of groupies (below retirement age)? 

Valentine's day

While walking through Walmart today I happened to hear this exchange between two men in their mid-twenties:

Man 1:  "Oh no."
Man 2: "What?"
Man 1:  "It's Valentine's day already?  I see all this red stuff."

Oh yes, Man 1 (and all men reading this blog).  The countdown is on.

Nicknames

Today I took attendance in class for the first time.  Of course, several students wanted me to call them by a different name.

Some of their requests made sense:

(*Note:  Names changed to protect students' privacy.)

William Dykstra  would like to be called "Will"
Gregory Cesaer would like to be called "Greg"
Allison Reitsma would like to be called  "Alli"

And some of their requests made less sense:

Robert Thomas would like to be called "Frank"
Nicholas Hayes would like to be called "George"
Vannessa Heely would like to be called "Zambia"

PinkSocks: LOL

Isn't it funny how written communication between friends has changed over time?  Before, we used to write lovely letters in beautiful cursive.

Now we speedily IM or G-chat.

GApeachez:  yo so you are i cherry hill with fam?

Sweetbea:  yaeap lol sucks lol haha

i'm drunk girl!  u?

hahahha

GApeachez:  hah no

  

Sweetbea: lol hahahha

wat did u do todayyy

GApeachez:  haahah

Sweetbea:  so u did hahahha today hahahhaha

GApeachez: haahha

i did

i just stayed in wit my sister

she leaves twomorrow

Sweetbea:  aww2bad  :(    brb

Similar message, faster speed, and yet something seems lacking....

True blue fan

You know a child is a true Food Network fan when you hear her having this conversation:

Adult:  What do you want to be when you grow up?
5-yr old niece:  A food chef.  But first I have to win a competition.

A future Iron Chef