Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Daddy and Jaxon
Hugh Heffner Mommy and Jaxon
And this morning, Jaxon was uncerimoniously yanked out of bed and made to open presents, it was only with the promise of Hot Chocolate that he agreed to this arrangement in the first place.
Sorry so dark. Again, I don't have professional equipment. Just a Kodak camera.
Jaxon manned up to the task ahead and it didn't take him long to take his job seriously.
Even Hendrix got to join in the fun (look at him sitting down like a good boy!)
Merry Christmas from the Ruiz Family!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
There was much stirring, especially jumping on the couch;
The stockings, nonexistent, the tree stuffed to the gills,
Saw Daddy assembling toys in the back and Mommy searching for pills;
Jaxon, hyped up on sugar, refused to sleep in his own bed,
He preferred to stay up, playing in Hendrix's cage instead;
When Mommy and Daddy finally wrestled him in,
The hour was late, the chance of sleep, slim.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Daddy sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen he flew like a flash,
hitting the counter on his way out and making a big crash.
The moon, hardly visible through the falling rain,
Gave him just enough light draw his gun and take aim
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a old little driver, so lively and quick,
Daddy wondered for a moment "How isn't he airsick?"
More quickly than Hendrix his tame reindeer came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dirt that before the wild dust devil flies,
Those reindeer, they shot through the evening sky,
So up to our rooftop the whole group flew,
With the sleigh full of stuff, and the little old man, too.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
Alarmed, Daddy rushed back in and let out the hound,
While through the back door St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Daddy laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Dad to know we had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but gave Hendrix's head a small pat,
Then emptied his gifts under the tree and said "That's that"
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
He went back outside and to the rooftop he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Last night, while ushering Jaxon to the back for bed (late, might I add--Jaxon managed to stay quiet enough that neither his father or I noticed the time slowly slipping into the 9 o'clock hour--we were mailing out our Christmas cards, letters and pictures try not to get too excited) we made a pit stop in the bathroom so I could wash his hands and face and brush his teeth. While I waited for the water to warm up, I put some paste on his toothbrush and set it aside. I busied myself with wetting down a washcloth when I became aware that Jaxon was standing on the very tippy-top of his tip-toes, trying to get a hold of the toothbrush.
The conversation went like this:
H: Hang on buddy, lets wash your face and manos [hands] first.
J: Ungghhh... unnngh (reaching)
(Jaxon rocks back onto the balls of his feet and looks up at me, then stands on his tip-toes again and slaps futilely at the counter top just short of the toothbrush. He fixes me with another stare and steps back)
J: Short, mom.
According to Mirriam-Webster:
Short \ˈshȯrt\ adjective:
1 a having little length; b not tall or high [Jaxon cannot reach his toothbrush, therefore Jaxon is short]
2 seeming to pass quickly [Jaxon has made great progress in just a few short years]
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wow, a whole year and some change has passed since we left Las Vegas--and we miss you more every day!
I still remember the first time you and I really talked in Cottonwood... and our conversation went something like:
"Hey Joyce, I'm gonna go to lunch and Gloria said you would take the phones for me?"
"I'm kidding, go to lunch"
Soon, a friendship blossomed, and I began to understand that Joyce humor. :)
P.S.--Preston says we'll be there for a visit soon!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Preston would like to refer to these as the "Teacups of Doom".
He's hardcore like that.
They pulled, like, 5 Gs on that slide, and the
rat pelt blanket they were seated upon disintegrated when it got sucked into a black hole.
"Hey bunny, bunny hey. Hi bunny wabbit!"
And this conversation went like:
"Hey, hey chicken. Hey chicken, hey! Hey chicken."
And this one was all:
"Hey donkey, hey donkey, hey, hey donkey!"
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Congratulations, you are about to experience the
of Jaxon's very first recorded jam session.
Yes, the featured track was written and performed by that musical prodigy...
We call his first hit "It ain't easy bein' two"
Friday, December 12, 2008
Breaking in Tara and Will's new air mattress
An ornament bandit caught in the act
Much giggling was heard
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Hendrix ate a stick, wedged it across the roof of his mouth and had to go to the Vet to have it removed. He also discovered apples.
And Jaxon and Hendrix have something new to torment me with.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Night melted into morning sometime around 4 AM, which probably doesn't make sense... but hello, you're reading my blog here. Let's not get all nit-picky.
Four. AM. And Jaxon's sweet voice pierces the cold morning air.
If you have children and can read phonetically, you know that this is the yell of doom, and by doom, I mean you're not getting any more sleep today.
So I drag my
Let's address this cold for a moment. It has officially dropped into the 40's at night (and those of you that don't live in Arizona and are all tough, hush), and it's COLD, and my husband refuses to turn on the heat. Instead, we resort to dressing Jaxon in footie pajamas (which, if I had the time, I would rant about how adorable these footie pajamas are on a still-diapered two-year-old--imagine, his diaper bum is the biggest lump in these sausage casing-like pajamas, so cute) and wearing socks and huddling under blankets. Husband shall be henceforth known as "the miser".
Sorry, I had to read back to figure out where I was in the story because this is a Heather story and we get lost in details...
...so I bring the kid back to my bed which is such a bad idea but I'm absolutely dying of exhaustion at this point in my life and please kid don't you want to sleep in a little bit more?
How does my son thank me for my hospitality? He rolls over on my head and tries to suffocate me for the thought, and if that weren't enough--I can't even sufficiently worry about my own safety or my son's apparently homicidal tendencies because while he's in the process of suffocating me with his adorable footie pajamas, he's also precariously dangling his two-year-old body over the edge of the bed. In retrospect, the three-foot drop probably wouldn't have done anything to him
and I should have let the ungrateful little wretch fall. After an hour of similar entertainment, I suggest to the miser that perhaps our little bundle of joy is tired again, and would like to return to his own room, so off the miser and the grouch go... and I almost nod off in the 20 seconds of peace that follow.
"Hungry! Hungry!" and I inappropriately think "Hippos" at this point. There's an awful lot of inappropriateness going on in this house this morning.
And we're all up and running at a few minutes' after 5, our breath clouding the morning air until I declare that the oven hasn't been cleaned in ages, and it must be done. NOW. Ah, warmth, sweet warmth. My house smells of burnt toast, but the miser doesn't suspect a thing. Ovens. Because Arizonans don't have fireplaces.
Meanwhile, the miser sets Jaxon up in his chair with a cup of chocolate milk, then a nutri-grain bar, banana and cereal--which I probably don't have to point out, is such a rookie mistake that it isn't even funny. And here I am, two-and-a-half hours later, staring at that same nutri-grain bar, banana and cereal that remain untouched--a testament to my son's wasteful nature. I believe he's also a corporate lobbyist for big oil and is pulling for global warming. The chocolate milk is long-gone.
I got an early start on my entry, and after Jaxon finished his breakfast of nutritious sugar milk, he invoked the right to "snuggle buggle", that is, um... Jaxonspeak for snuggling, and got blissfully quiet for the first time since 4. When I finally thought to look down a few minutes later, I realized...
that he was asleep.
I unceremoniously dumped him on the couch and went in search of a pillow and blanket, harvested without much difficulty from Jaxon's land of no return, aka the crib. I returned and made a camp bed on the couch, deposited one (1) two-year-old, flipped on the tube to "Jack's Big Music Show", and took the picture below to share with the miser (who snuck away to head to the office soon after breakfast) before settling back in for some work. Just when I thought Jaxon had conked out again, the remote slid from the arm of the couch and landed near his head. That's when I hear...