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Valentines Day Massacre Poem

There are more than 7,893 reasons that my husband rules, and on Valentines Day, he made it more than 7,894, when he gave me, as one of my Valentines gifts, a poem he'd written. For me. He handed me the poem after dinner, and before dessert (he's getting better on timing -- usually if Ross has a gift for me, he can't even wait 'til we're out to dinner, he'll give it to me when I'm in the middle of drying my hair, or just stepping out of the shower. So it's been an ongoing joke (since before we were married) about how whenever he's bought me a present, he gets so eager to give it to me, that he can't stop himself, and I'm always asking him to wait 'til it's a better 'moment,' i.e.  when I'm not brushing my teeth.

So, when he handed over the poem, I was already impressed that he managed to wait until it WAS a perfect moment, and even more shocked, as I started reading, and simultaneously crying my eyes out, and laughing so hard I almost wet myself.  It was such a perfect mix of sweet and tender, and hilariously funny.  It might not be as funny to you, since there are some inside jokes in it, but I thought I'd share it anyway, because well, it rules. And so does he.  This is one of the best gifts I've ever been given (and that's a bold statement considering I've got a 5 carat diamond ring on my jewelry-loving-finger, so you KNOW I love it). =)

Here's the poem Ross wrote me, for Valentines Day...

Kelly, my love, the one I adore
There's no other girl who I could love more

Your eyes, your heart, your wonderful smile
For you I would go the extra one mile

When we first met I was only age twenty
And you thought, and I thought, that we were both so damn funny.

"That girl is pretty!" I thought in my head,
"I'd like to get her into my bed,

"Not only that, she's got a great chest,"
and well, ... you know the rest.

Then in 1998 we picked up our bags
and journeyed to strange and foreign lands.

From the ghosts in Bath to the sunburn in Greece,
we got along great, with the greatest of ease.

The following year, In August Nine-Nine,
I finally made you mine, all mine.

14 months later, after an evening of lust
Bella popped out of your uterus

A beautiful child had entered our life
Me, Isabella, Baby-Mama - NO! Wife!

Our family was growing, we were having such fun.
But we were too small, still short by one.

Along came Sofia, she grew in your belly
A wonderful girl we call little Kelly.

Years later we thought, "Let's add one more"
And so we got Pippin, who shits on the floor.

Been over 8 years since we first tied the knot,
and I am SO HAPPY with what I have got.

A woman so loving and caring it's true,
Your eyes, skin and hair - a lovely brown hue.

I cherish you from your head to your toes
and will readily crush all of your foes.

You make me feel wanted, happy and safe
I'll hold you so tight, let's hope it won't chafe.

You're a wonderful mother to our kids 1 and 2
with gentleness and love when they both have the flu.

A beautiful woman on the outside and in,
my heart goes a flutter when I see you grin.

Our future is bright for hearts such as ours,
I'm so glad we don't hang out at bars
    (well, except for "The 'jammer" that one's a bash
    it's fun to hang out with all the white trash)

This new year is going to be awesome, you'll see -
we'll be stuck to each other, like the honey and bees.

Our time as a family, increased once more
Ross, Kelly, Isabella, Sofia - that's four!

To sum up this poem, I just want to say
that to God I give thanks almost every day

Your beauty and love, they fill up my soul,
like some kind of tasty casserole.

I love you my Kelly, my darling, my wife
You make worth living, this now wonderful life.

(now let's get dessert and ditch this pop-stand
and go right on home to play some Rock Band®)

I was literally crying my eyes out, and laughing so hard, I think the table next to us thought I might be mental, but I loved it so much, it was like a Dr. Seuss poem about our relationship, and it was both hysterical, and so wonderfully sweet. The reason the last 2 stanzas are in gray, was because they weren't intended to be part of the 'official' poem, but Ross thought it was funny, so added it in.  See? Awesome. I'm a lucky girl. =)

Yes, again, my stupid hair (or...more navel gazing!)

I know, I'm as shocked as you are that I'm posting here again!! But my workload has gotten a lot lighter, so like a fair-weather friend, I'm back! And I thought I'd start it out in typical 13-year-old blogger fashion, with some navel gazing!!

As most of my friends know, I've been in combat with my hair for more than a year, and when I say combat, I mean that we've had an ongoing war; of me wanting it to just grow already, and while my hair seems to comply (albeit slowly), I also have had this ongoing battle in my mind. Here's a sample of how it goes:

Me, wanting long hair again:  Man, I wish my hair would just grow already, it's been in this stupid in-between stage for months.

Other-me: I'm sick of having my hair in this dumb in-between stage, I want to hack it all off.

Me, wanting long hair again: What is wrong with you?? You've been growing this dumb hair out for almost a year and a half, and you just want to  hack it all off??

Other-me: Yeah, I understand, me-who-wants-long-hair, I really get where you're coming from. Yet, every time I look at pictures of me, when I had short hair, I LONG for it to be that short (and easy) again. Plus, I think my face looks better with short hair.

Me, wanting long hair again:  What's wrong with you, other-me?  Are you deluded enough to think that the haircut you get will really affect how your face looks?

Other-me: Um. Yes. 

Me, wanting long hair again: You're dumb.

...and so on and so forth. And so it continued, until I (I'm embarrassed to admit this) almost started crying when talking about growing my hair out to my ever-loving, EVER-patient husband, Ross.  And I kept asking him, "Do you like it longer or shorter more?" And he kept assuring me that he liked it both ways, and that I was beautiful no matter what. And so of course, with that positive feedback, continued to badger him. "But you must have SOME preference, you must like one a little more than the other, right??"  "Kelly, you're beautiful no matter what your hair looks like, short or long! It's totally cute short, and it's very rowr (picture a lion roaring) long."  Me, starting to cry, "But you just said you liked them both! So you like it long more??" "Kelly, I didn't say that, I said I liked it long and short, either way is great."  "Nu-uh! You did the 'rowr' when you did the long, and who wants to be just 'cute!' I don't want you to think of me as 'just cute'" (It's around here that I started crying, yes, I can be this lame.  Then we had the conversation about how hair is only hair, and that I'm beautiful, and he's going to think of me that way whether it's long or short, and whatever I do is great with him. 

So, with these assurances, I boldly walked into the salon and said, "Cut it all off!" 

In my head. In reality, it went something like this:

Calling my mom, and before she could get her entire, "Hi hon---" out, I launched in: "Mom, do you like my hair longer better, or shorter better, because I can't decide, and Ross doesn't care, and says he likes it either way, and I can't decide, and I'm freaking out because I've wanted to cut it for so long, but I've also been growing it for so long, that it feels like if I cut it now, it was all a waste, but on the other hand, I'm so sick of it being this in-between, and every time I look at pictures of myself with short hair, I miss it so much, so, what do you think, Mom???"  So my mom and I talked for awhile, and she basically came to the same conclusion Ross did, it's cute either way, and do whatever you want, honey.

So of course, then I was equipped to walk into the salon confidently knowing what I must do.

Nope!

Beep-boop-beep-beep-boop (that's my sound effects of me calling my sister), "Lindsey!!! I can't believe you picked up the phone!! How are you?? Anyway..." and launched right into the hair conversation. My sissy, bless her, ignored the fact that I didn't even give her time to say hello before I launched into the Hair Situation of '08, where she promptly gave me the same advice my husband and my mom had. 'Do what you want, it looks good both ways.'

So then, I confidently walked into the salon, FINALLY knowing what I was going to do!

Not quite.

Before my bootie even hit the chair, I was pulling out a bunch of different pictures;  of me with various different incarnations of my short hair, along with some I'd ripped out of his hair magazines moments before and letting him know what everyone had said, and then, when I finally took a breath, he said, "Let's cut it. You've been talking about it for the last few months, every time you come in here, so I'm going to cut it."

And he did, and thus ended the hair saga of 08, and yes, I can really be that lame, but no, I'm not ALWAYS that lame. But you know, this IS hair we're talking about here!! If you'd like to see the before's and after's, well, they're right here (taken with my iphone, so they're not great quality):

Samir graciously took this one for me, moments before he started hacking away.

And this is what it looks like now (sorry for the kind of odd angles, I was just holding the iPhone as far as my arm would go, and clicking while I was in the car, on the way home from the salon, trying to drive and take pictures at the same time (super smart of me, I know!). 

 

Sofia Grace Broke Her Arm

This has been a bit of a rough week for the McCord family...on Sunday we went to the memorial of my Papa, (which doesn't mean my dad, it's my dad's dad), and then yesterday, Sofia Grace broke her arm, swinging from the monkey bars. She fell, and fractured her arm (wrist) in two places.  People always talk about how like me she is, and I guess she's just feeling the need to live up to that. =)  She'll be getting her (pink, undoubtedly covered in glitter, sparkles and stickers, like Fancy Fia likes it) in the next couple of days, right now she's toting around this rather unsightly temporary cast....

(this was taken with my iPhone, sorry for the poor picture quality)...And, as there's a smile on her face, this was taken post-tylenol with codeine, so she wasn't in pain any longer...

I'm NOT DEAD

All my friends have been giving me hassle about not blogging any more. And to them I say, I am so blogging! I'm just not blogging here right now, because, basically I have no time. If you miss me, go read about what I'm up to on my photography blog. You can get to that place where I'm also not dead, and seemingly more alive than here at the moment, by clicking here.

Also posted there, our family Christmas card, with cute pictures of my kids on it (you know that's why you all come here anyway!).

Rhyme-nocerous and the Hip-Hop-Potamous

People!! Are you bored with summertime television? (I am). I  have a hilarious cure for what ails you.  Flight of the Conchords (on HBO) is one of the funniest things I've seen on television in a long time. It's up there with the Office, and Arrested Development. I kid you not, it is so freaking funny, Ross and I literally don't stop laughing the entire time (and rewinding, and re-watching).  Really, truly, I don't usually post stuff like this, but you've got to watch it. You will thank me for it.

Here are some samples, if you don't believe me (and I think you can download one of the episodes for free on iTunes)...

Here's "Part Time Model," which they sing to try and woo a girl, at a party, which is HIlarious, "you're so beautiful, you could be a waitress, you're so beautiful you could be a part-time model, but you'd probably still have to keep your day-job"... Click here to see the clip...

and The HBO site, where you can (for a limited time) watch the entire fourth episode, here. The first episode I saw was "Mugged," and in my mind, is the most funny of them all, here's their "rap," which is not to be missed.

Love, the Tooth Fairy

You know you're irrevocably and forever a mom, when you're penning notes from the tooth fairy, to your child who is heartbroken at having lost her latest tooth right before bed, that she finally popped out, after she'd been worrying at it for days, and trying to decide a good explanation as to why the last time the tooth fairy visited, the tooth fairy gave her considerably less than the last two times prior, so that this fourth time around the tooth fairy (of Route #47, South County), is giving her more money than she was left less the last go-around.  And of course, the capper would be me sitting here trying a gazillion different fonts to figure out which would best represent a note from the tooth-fairy (especially since this is 'offical' correspondence, from tooth fairy headquarters, since the last two notes were handwritten from the tooth fairy), and further, that I'm scurrying around at 10:20pm, to find a good spray glitter to put on the note, so, you know, it matches the last few.

Bella will find the note below, when she wakes up tomorrow. Imagine it sprayed with silver glitter, and a fairy-ish 8-point font, cut down to 2-3 inches, and tied with a ribbon, under her pillow along with 10 bucks (because that's all Ross and I had):

Dear Isabella,
Congratulations on losing
Your newest (and 2nd big) tooth!
I’m giving you some extra money
this time.  The last tooth you lost
(your 1st big one), I was already
out on  my route when I was
told that you’d lost it, so I hadn’t
prepared to be bringing you money
that evening (by our calculations you
weren’t supposed to lose that
tooth for a few more days).  So I was
out on my route when my superior faeries
let me know you had lost your first upper/front tooth. 
However, I only had a small amount left, which is what I
gave you, and figured when you lost your
next tooth, I would make it up to you,
which is why I’m giving you such a large
amount this time!
Congratulations on another great tooth-lost,
And I look forward to your next one!

Love,
The Tooth Fairy
Route #47, South County

P.S. I got your mom’s note, and it’s fine that
you can’t find your tooth. It will get to me
sooner or later., so please tell her not to worry, and
thank for her sweet note!

The faries have organized, and have a central office. Who knew?  I wonder if they've unionized?

The McCourdneys Go To Yosemite

For our Easter Break vacation, we were invited by our dear  (and one of my oldest) friends, Sam and Misty to go with them to Yosemite.  And did we have fun!!  It was so great!!  We went to the Tenaya Lodge (which was fairly Best Western-y for the 4 stars it boasted, but whatever). Despite being underwhelmed by the hotel (and not getting the king beds we requested, it was very kid friendly and focused, which is always great when traveling with 4 kids.

Also, despite it being 'Spring' it started snowing the second day we were there. It was the first time for the girls to see snow, which was so fun to see them revel in it. We loved being up there playing in the snow, it was one of the highlights of the trip.

We had a great time touring Yosemite, and I'm sad to say that I only got very few shots when we were down in the Valley, as I had forgotten to charge my batteries before we embarked, and it was more than an hour from where we were staying, so it didn't make sense to go back to charge them. But no photographic evidence aside, we had a good time; we walked up to Bridal Veil Falls, walked around the valley floor, checked out the Indian museum, which featured an real-life display of an indian village.  The girls were able to talk to an indian descendent in the museum and ask lots of questions (learning combined with fun is my favorite thing, and I think the girls are starting to be that way as well).  We had lunch in Yosemite, and decided next time we came, we'd stay in the park (but we'd made reservations last minute, so we were lucky to get the rooms we did). 

And despite the so-so look of the hotel, Misty and I both got incredible massages at the Lodgeee, which was a welcome delight for both of us. The guys watched all the girlies, while we got our massages and sat in the steam room.  For dinner both nights, we got room service, and watched both the new Charlottes Web and Night at the Museum.

This is so not a cute picture of me, but Fia and her floaties crack me up every time I look at it...

When we got home from the valley floor on our second day, we were all wiped and beat, from walking around all over, in the rain and snow.  But despite being tired and worn out, we all decided to throw our suits on, and hop into the hot tub. By the time we got home the snow was falling quite hard, but we thought it would be fun to be out in the warm of the hot tub, while the snow fell around us. And boy was it.  Sam discovered that not only was the hot tub piping hot, the big pool was super-warm too (we guessed probably around 85ish), so we all jumped into the pool (along with other giddy families), and swam and played for more than an hour in the pool, while the snow fell (quite hard) all around us. It was SO great, and I'd be hard-pressed to say who was having more fun, the kids or us.  To top our pool experience off, we all got hot cocoas and coffee and had them in the hot tub, before we ran our dripping wet, steaming bodies through the snow, in our suits, and back into the hotel. It was quite a sight.

The last day, we went to the snow play park (despite the snow rapidly disappearing), and sledded, threw snow at one another and built snowmen (especially Madi, who is snowman builder extraodrinaire).  It was SUCH a great time, and we all were very sad to leave (in fact, Sofia started crying, because she really didn't want to leave, and wanted to stay with her friends). It's so great to travel with Sam and Misty, because not only are we very similar, temperament-wise, (and we're all pretty easy-going and low-key), but our kids love each other, and are so close in age, it's really great. This is the second trip we've been on, and we can't wait to do it again.  If you'd like to see the photos from our trip, you can do so by clicking here, to check out ALL the flickr photos...

Grown-Up's Table

I read this online and it seriously cracked me up. From the New Yorker.

A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table

MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.

DAD: O.K.

GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry.

DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex.

UNCLE: I’m having sex right now.

DAD: We all are.

MOM: Let’s talk about which kid I like the best.

DAD: (laughing) You know, but you won’t tell.

MOM: If they ask me again, I might tell.

FRIEND FROM WORK: Hey, guess what! My voice is pretty loud!

DAD: (laughing) There are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask I pretend like there aren’t.

MOM: I’m angry! I’m angry all of a sudden!

DAD: I’m angry, too! We’re angry at each other!

MOM: Now everything is fine.

DAD: We just saw the PG-13 movie. It was so good.

MOM: There was a big sex.

FRIEND FROM WORK: I am the loudest! I am the loudest!

(Everybody laughs.)

MOM: I had a lot of wine, and now I’m crazy!

GRANDFATHER: Hey, do you guys know what God looks like?

ALL: Yes.

GRANDFATHER: Don’t tell the kids.

"When I Turn Four, You're Not Gonna Even KNOW Me!"

...or so says Sofia, to Meghan (our incredible and lovely nanny who we adore) and I today.  We both cracked up! Apparently four is just so radically different from three, that she'll be a whole new, and improved girl. Both my girls have a propensity for saying precocious things, but this one was over the top, even for one of them.  I couldn't believe she said that, and in my mind, I was wondering what she'd been thinking about, and how her thought process had transpired to get her to utter such a thing unprovoked. I know she's really been counting down to her fourth birthday, which is in May.  I love that she said it though.  That's my girl.

Sofie's had a bit of a rough road to hoe the past week.  We had our 'first blood' last week. Or rather, our first REAL scary,bloody,rush-to-the-ER-trying-not-to-cry, -also-not-hit-people-while-I-drive, oh-no-I-almost-went-off-a-cliff-gotta-get-to-the-ER-kind of experience last week.  And it was traumatizing. I haven't decided yet if it was more traumatizing for me, or Fia. It's a close tie.  Below is taken from an email I sent to a dear friend, describing the experience, and so I pretty much just copied the email word-for-word, since it's a lot to write and pretty much encapsulates what I want to say, so I don't have to re-write it all, so, without further adieu...

First Blood...

We went to Las Vegas for 5 days, for WPPI's (wedding and portrait photographer's international, a group I've been a member of for the past four years), yearly tradeshow and convention, and it was great, however, about 5 minutes before we picked the girls up from mom and dad's house, Fia was hanging from one of the 4 metal posts on mom' and dad's poster bed.  She lost her grip and slid down the pole, slicing the back of her leg wide open on some metal leaves that decorated the post.  The cut ran about the width of her left leg, just above the knee. It sliced through her skin and fatty tissue, but fortunately did not cut the muscle. The cut went about 1/2"+ deep.  Not sure how many stitches she got, but she got 2 sets, one under the skin, one to hold the skin together (I didn't know they did that either). 

It was so scary to come to mom and dad's and have dad's first words to me be, (with fear in his eyes), 'Now Kelly, don't freak out.' Now how do you NOT freak out when someone says that to you??? Especially in regards to your kids. However, I held it together fairly well.  ANYway, dad told me what happened, and I ran down to get her, and she was laying in mom's arms, crying and kind of screaming, and when she saw us, lost it even more. Bella was also a mess (she's such a sensitive tender-heart, and to see her sister in pain like that, and have watched it happen, she was pretty freaked out.  So dad showed Ross the slice (Ross said it looked like a shark had taken a bite out of her leg, that's how big and open it was). I didn't want to look, so I was up at her head, talking to her, and cudding her,while mom held her. From there Ross took her (thankfully dad had worked really fast, and covered it with towels, and put a lot of pressure on it (which the doctor had said was really good, because she didn't lose as much blood as she could have).  Anyhow, Ross took her and I grabbed Bella and with Ross in the back seat holding Fia, I drove to the ER (if you can imagine how I was shaking and scared while driving) we were all crying, well all the girls were crying, Ross was holding it together much better than I was (thank God), and just kept reminding me to not kill us on the drive to the ER. On our trip to the ER, Ross said to Sofie, 'honey, you're just a little sick, and we're going to take you to the doctor and the doctor will fix it and make it all better. And Sofie starts crying even harder, and says, "I don't want to go to heaven like Grammy,"

Anyhow, we got to the ER, they took her in immediately. They told us that they could stitch her up while she was conscious, but that they'd need to put a numbing shot directly into the wound, and from there, kids usually lose it and have to be restrained and wrapped up in a sheet, or we could knock her out. Well, as you can imagine, we took option b.  It was scary seeing her knocked out like that, but I was so grateful she wouldn't have to remember them stitching her up (or getting a shot directly into her wound, when the shots they gave her to knock her out were almost more than she could take). Anyway, she started waking up a bit when they were stitching her up -- and she really fought the drug they gave her, trying not to fall asleep, and kind of shaking herself awake while she was going under.  (I didn't realize it would take so long to stitch her up - more than 20 minutes), but she was still out, although she sorta came awake a few times, and struggled, so the doctor number her leg up in a case she did wake all the way up.  Anyhow, from there the wrapped up the wound (I never looked at it -- as it was, my stomach flipped upside down -- and still does - every time I think/thought about it).

So they wrapped her up, and I held her on the bed, cuddling her while she woke up from the aneshtesia.  That was bizarre.  For about 15 minutes she'd start crying, and cry, 'mommy! mommy!' every minute or so, which the doctor said was normal, because she was all groggy and out of it, and had no idea what was going on. So she cried and cried and slowly as she came out of it, she got better. She was pretty freaked out by what had happened still, but was SUCH a trooper.  In fact, after she came out of it she was *so* cute and funny. It was like she was drunk or something, she was all wobbly and dizzy, couldn't sit up by herself, but kept trying to. And she said the funniest things.  She looked at me, and with this little high-out-of-it voice, said, "Mommy!! Why do you have four eyes, mommy??"  and stuff like that. It was SO funny.  And we told her how brave she was, and she held my face, and was stroking my cheeks (which she does normally anyhow), but the way she looked at me, all dreamy and out of it, and stroking me cheeks and looking into my eyes, saying, "I love you mommy, I love you." in her little singsongy voice was so precious.  And when we took her out to the car, I carried her like a baby, to not disturb her boo boo, she looked at the sky, and said, "Look! Mommy!! There's two moons!!" with this incredible wonder in her voice, and she kept looking out the window the whole ride home, asking me to look and see.  She also kept repeating how the doctor's gave her a 'sleepy shot,' and then she woke up and her boo boo was all better!! and then she'd cheer - for her all-better-boo-boo, and for her doctor's who made it all better, and for her for being brave, and for mommy and yay, yay, yay!   We all cracked up, and it was a relief to have her like that, (despite the drugged state), just having her be her little happy self, despite the circumstances made it so much less scary.

Anyhow, that was our first real blood or serious thing, and it was super-freaky. And while she really doesn't like hearing about how she got her wound, (and seriously freaks out even having to think about seeing it -- wrapping it in new gauze after doing a sponge bath was its own trauma), she's really doing great, despite it all, and she really was an amazing trooper, and so brave.  I think in some ways it was more traumatizing for me, than it was, ultimately, for her.  She's moving around just fine, the only thing, like I said, is she gets VERY scared when she thinks about it or when even asked to take off her bandage, or thinks she might see even a bit of it. (FYI - These photos were taken a few weeks ago, before the blood and gore).

So that's the latest, besides that, we've all been busy, working hard and looking forward to Easter break, and spending some family time together.

My Lovelies

We've always given the girls gifts on Valentine's Day, just like my mom did with my brothers and sisters.  This year, because my girls LOVE clothes SO much I got them each a dress (Sofia asks EVERY day if she can wear a dress or a skirt, and literally falls apart if she can't and 'HAS' to wear pants).  So they got a dress, sunglasses, headbands and 'jewelery' that matched the dress they got.  Then we went outside to 'model' them.  These are those photos. (And they are growing SO much...)

New Valentine's Sunglassess...

And dresses (and you can see a peep of the our new fountain the background of some of these). Work it girls...