Not So Lucky Me, And a Jazz Game

A week ago today, Mandy got some free tickets to the Jazz playoff game (I don't know how she can always get free things. Not just with coupons and stuff. When we had raffles in my club meetings, we won three out of four times. The time we didn't win anything, I was holding the ticket. The time we won the best thing, I wasn't even there for the drawing.). She actually got these tickets from Deron Williams. He gave them to some of his Facebook friends.

Well, on the way to the game, we took tracks from 4500 South in Salt Lake. We accidentally got on a University train, instead of a train that goes down town, so we had to get off at the courthouse. While we were there, we had a kind of scary, kind of funny, very vulgar experience. There was, for lack of a better word, a white guy and some Hispanics talking in Spanish near the automated ticket seller. A man came up to buy tickets, and while he was there, he turned to the Spanish speakers, and said, "Excuse me" in a very gruff voice. The Spanish speakers moved away, thinking they were just in the way. A little while later the new comer said, "Get out of America!" Well, this led to a large argument about, 1. How the white guy, was an American, and 2. How everyone came from somewhere else, and 3. How all Hispanics should go back to Mexico (oh and one small comment about how none of the Hispanics there were actually from Mexico). This argument was long and very vulgar, at least 10 F words from both sides. After the argument, the white guy got a phone call and told whoever was on the other end about the argument and said, "Yeah but he didn't know I was FBI." He later answered the phone "Agent 5403." I think he was FBI, but Mandy wasn't sure.

Then we went to the game. On the way some drunk guy hit on Mandy. He couldn't see me on the train, or I am sure he wouldn't have been so bold.

Well, onto the game.

I don't know why D-Will couldn't get us better seats. I mean Mandy is his Facebook friend (We didn't even win anything while we were there). But we still had a good time.

The Jazz won. It was game six, and the last game of the series. You could still see everything well, even though we were up high.

New Hair Due

Mandy complains about how I watch Mikah. When he doesn't need me, I like to close all the doors in the house, and let him explore what he can get to (our house is pretty small, so he can pretty much get to the living room, and the hallway when all the doors are closed). He can't really get into trouble this way, but he does make a mess sometimes (really its all the time, maybe thats why Mandy complains, but at least he doesn't get in to trouble).

Well, Mandy told me this story that happened while I was at work. We recently got Mikah this track with small battery powered cars. He likes playing with the cars more than watching them go around the track, so Mandy let him play with one that was turned on, and just let him follow it around the house.

This is what Mikah looks like while he is playing with his car while we are watching.

This is what he looks like after he plays with the car when we are not looking. (I don't know if you can tell in this picture, but right in the middle of Mikah's head there is a bunch of twisted hair)

Apparently, Mikah tried to comb his hair with the car's wheels while it was running. Also, the car pulled a chunk of hair out of Mikah's head. When I got home from work a few hours later, Mikah's hair was still tied in a knot. I got it untangled a few hours later, but his hair still looked like it had been crimped the next day. And Mandy complains about how I watch Mikah?

Bathroom

This post is going to be short because Mandy's corresponding post was really short. Basically, Mikah loves going in the bathroom. He loves taking baths, and anything to do with water. He even laughs when we walk with him in is car seat and it is raining on him. Most of the time, when he goes into the bathroom, he just bangs his toys on the tub. But recently he has discovered the toilet. He likes to lift the lid and put stuff in there.

Mandy would be lying to you if she said this was the first time something like this has happened. The first time I found him with the toilet, he had his hand trapped in the lid. (I heard the lid slam down so I ran in there thinking he would be hurt, but when I got in there, he was fine, except he had the "I know I just did something wrong/help my hand is stuck in the toilet bowl" look that babies get sometimes.) The first thing we found in the bowl was his hair brush. This is just the first time we took a picture. (I don't know why, but Mandy had me take the picture. You can see my foot next to the bowl.) Luckily we had just cleaned the toilet, but we still boiled his binki before we gave it back to him.

Mikah's Rough Day

So, Mandy read my blog post from yesterday and said that I wasn't funny. I apologize to all of you for my sub-par performance. I will try to improve upon my failure, and bring more smiles into your day.(I, myself, thought the line about not feeding your sons fingers to the goat was pretty funny, but Mandy didn't even crack a smile)

Anyhow, on to a new post. Mikah is walking really well and has good balance. He has actually been walking for about 2 months now, at least a little bit. He hardly even crawls anymore. But, he has two problems, well really three, but the third one isn't really his problem. The first is he thinks that everything is made out of the same stuff. For example, when he is in the shower with me (it is a lot easier to bathe him when he is in the shower) he will walk around, and sometimes he tries to lean in the shower curtain. This obviously doesn't hold him up, but he usually catches himself or just slides down the side of the tub. Another kind of funny example is, just yesterday at Costco, he was walking around and saw a bag of chips (this was a jumbo sized, big as he is, and packed full of air bag of chips). He ran straight for it and slammed his hands into it (he really likes hitting things to see what sounds they make). The chips bounced him back about a foot and landed him on his butt. It may be one of those things where you had to be there, but I laughed out loud at him.

Now onto his bad day last week. Mikah's second problem, which is his depth perception (or lack there of) leads straight into the first incident on that day. He likes to get about a foot away from things and then lean into them and grab them. He doesn't usually need to be supported, but I think he likes the comfort of being held up. Usually he won't stop and judge where he is, and some of the time he will run up to the object that is going to hold him up. Also, up until the fateful day last week, he always kept his feet under him. Well, Monday of last week, Mikah was just going through the motions of, didn't keep his head up as he went in for the tackle, and bam, he got bowled over by our TV stand. He took a hard hit in the mouth and cut up his bottom lip.

You may remember from Mandy's post that Mikah fell two times that day, the second time cutting his top lip. What she didn't tell you is Mikah's third problem, she likes to help him fall down. He was under his high chair (it is pretty tall and he can walk under it) walking around. Mandy decided that the high chair was not in the right spot, so she pushes it (it is on wheels with bars across the front and back connecting the legs at the bottom) and takes his feet out from under him. (I know Mandy, you didn't mean to hurt him, it was just and accident)

I don't really know why Mandy put this picture on her blog, but you can kind of see some blood on his tooth and a mark under his bottom lip. He was pretty happy still.

Mandy didn't really explain what happened with the rose bushes, so I will fill you in better. When I got home on that day, Mandy was outside with Mikah. He loves it outside, and loves walking in the grass. I took him from her and let him walk around in the grass. Mandy went in for a while but the came back out and Mikah was pretty far away from the bushes still. We start to talk and watch Mikah together as he starts making his way to the bushes. He gets about a step away, and Mandy says "Don't let him get in the bushes, they are rose bushes." And then she goes inside. So, I am left with a dilemma. I can't let him know that I am coming to get him, because he will get too excited and dive for the bushes. I can't just sneak up on him, because he is eying (I did not know that was how you spell eye-ing) the bushes like he wanted to hold them. So, I got his attention and slowly made my way towards him. When I was almost there, he got a little excited and fell back onto his butt. He would have been just fine but he tried to use the bushes to catch himself on the way down. This is where his first problem (thinking every thing is made out of the same stuff) hurt him. He started to cry, and so I picked him up and grabbed his arm to look at his hand (from what I saw, his hand is what grabbed the bushes) but he just screamed and wouldn't let me look. Later in the house we saw his arm.

Mikah's arm after the rose bushes.

It is pretty amazing the Mikah still seems to fine and progressing after all we let him go through.

Anyway, the fish is still alive and Mandy has seemed to either put off trying to kill it, or is doing things when I am not here and not telling me about them. I will try to keep my eye open, don't tell Mandy this, but I might even put in a hidden camera so I can catch her, I don't think she can read this small text.

Now to make my post funny, enjoy:

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He's not breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls 911.

"I think my friend is dead!" he yells. "What can I do?" The operator says, "Calm down. First, let's make sure he's dead."

There's a silence, then a shot. Back on the phone, the guy says, "Okay, now what?"

Sorry

Sorry to all of you who have been continuing to come to my blog everyday just to be disappointed that I hadn't posted anything.(According to the site meter that is 7 of you) I have been pretty busy. This past week was my first week of working full time. I am still working for Independent Study. I ended up getting an interview from the company that randomly called me, but I don't think it went very well, and I don't really feel good about working for them. With that and some other things, I haven't had much time to blog. I am going to have to post everyday for about a week or so to make up on all the things that I missed. That is good news for all you who thought I might not ever blog again (myself included).

So, first things first. Mandy had a post called Weekend Fun. I will get to the stuff she missed at Wheeler Farm, but first I want to talk about where we went to eat. We went to the Thai Garden. It was really authentic, from the menu in broken English (you can order sprimg rolls instead of spring rolls), to the waitresses in broken English, to the fish that is just too big for the large tank(seriously, there is a fish that is at least a foot an a half long and the tank they have is just about that wide). Oh and the food reminded me of eating in the Philippines. You can see some reviews here. i highly recommend it. It really is not very expensive either.

Now on to Wheeler farm.

Mikah liked all the animals, but this is probably the only animal that liked Mikah. We walked past this pen a couple of times and each time we came back the momma goat would bleat(is this what goats do?) and the baby goat would come out. The first time we stopped and went up to the baby goat and Mikah tried to touch it. The goat licked is fingers a couple of times(he may have bit his fingers, but Mikah didn't cry). Mikah didn't really like him anymore.

We walked past this sign on the way in and didn't notice it until the way out. At least it doesn't say don't feed your son's fingers to the goats.

I thought this was funny. When we were almost to the car, I noticed this goose on the only nice car in the Wheeler Farm parking lot. I pointed it out to Mandy and she kept taking pictures and walking closer. She never zoomed in, so the goose let her get right next to the car before it even thought about getting off. (It never actually got off until after we left, but it did start walking away from Mandy when she got right next to the car)

The Year 2000

Travel back with me if you will about ten years, right after the world did not end from Y2K. Things were progressing along smoothly. DVD players were out, but VHS's were much more popular. The Play Station 2 was just coming out, and there were no X Boxes yet. None of your cell phones had cameras in them and most probably looked like this.

First generation Ipods had not come out yet, but we did have MP3 Players. They were the size of cd players, would only take a few hours to import the 6 gigs of music to it, and cost around $420.

While most people have moved on from most of the technology of that era, many are still stuck in the early 2000's. The main culprit of this are companies who are still using Windows XP operating systems. It wouldn't make sense to use that cell phone, or MP3 player these days, so how can we still be using Windows XP? I don't know. I know cost of upgrading is a factor, but when the new computers they buy are still XP, it doesn't make any sense to me.

Score update:

Fish-4, Mandy-0.

Yesterday was my last day for a long time that I did not have to work for a full day. I actually got off at 10. So, Mandy and I decided to go up to Salt Lake and take Mikah to Wheeler Farm. We were planning on coming home around 2 because Mandy had a photo shoot, but she canceled that because of the rain. Then, Mandy decided to stay up and hang out with her sisters until around 9. I will give more details of this trip in another post. On the way home I find out that Mandy had not fed the all day. Then, when we got home, it was cold in the house. Mandy had turned the air all the way down trying to freeze the fish while she starved it. But the fish is still alive. Go Fish!!

Mandy's Skirt

Mandy didn't really explain what she wanted in a skirt, and that picture I don't think shows it very well. She wants a high-waist knee-length skirt that flares out at the bottom. Why I know how to explain what she wants in clothes better than she does, nobody knows. But here is a better picture of what she wants. I don't know if she would like this one exactly, but this is the shape she wants.


Follow this link here to shop more skirts that are like this.

If only she had asked me to find it...