Coupling

“Underneath the sexual arena of Earthly delight, there lurks a deadly pit of socks.”

Think about it.

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Thanksgiving….

We fried a turkey, cooked and ate with friends, cared for seven pets, and generally had a great time!!

Yes! It was Thanksgiving here in Red Bank. Scott came in from Denver and Shane came in from Boston. One of Lee and Devon’s co-workers, Steven, came along. Morgan and Amy left their dog Dante with us while they went to Denver and Devon brought his dog Fitz, so all told we had six adults, one child, four dogs, and three cats running through our house this holiday. It was insane!

We had Devon frying a turkey in the rain. (Fairly dangerous and wet, but the resultant turkey was quite good.) Shane and I whipped up some falafel stuffed portobello mushrooms, yams, and our traditional cream cheese and garlic mashed potatoes. Mmmmm.

There was pie… er there were pies… four of them. Shane and I started in on the pecan pie, which he had requested the previous week, the evening before thanksgiving, and finished it on the actual day. Unfortunately for my pregnant waistline there is still pie. Anyone want some pie? (Please come take some pie!)

We had a nice time playing board games and Katamari Damacy, which is a very odd japanese video game where you roll up stuff into a giant ball to make stars and planets. Monkey even took her turn on the playstation and enjoyed some Katamari fun.

Shane and Devon enjoyed some philosophical discussions over beer and wine. We all played Dominos, a game called Chickenfoot, and Monkey did very well. She really began to understand the finer points of strategy near the end of the game and pulled off some tricky moves.

It was a very nice holiday, very low key and pleasant. It was especially fun this year as Scott came in on Tuesday and left Saturday so it felt as though the celebration and fun lasted much longer than usual.

Here are some photos:
Monkey playing Katamari Damacy

Lee and Devon and Scott

Monkey with a final snack and kitten cuddles

Monkey, Mommy, and Rue at bedtime

Monkey and Rue get some much needed rest

Lee and Misty in the kitchen

Otter gets bigger and so do I

Misty and Steven play Katamri Damacy

Shane and Devon talk late into the night

All in all it was a wonderful holiday. We missed our traditions and the people we usually see, but we had a nice time in spite of being so far away.

Happy Holidays to all of you back home!

Photo fest

Some random photos I promised to share with people, and haven’t had time to do so:

Mom and Monkey on the beach:

Our pumpkins all aglow:

Lee and I on our honeymoon:

Our family on the way to wedding:

Lee and Monkey

Mommy and Daddy as taken by Monkey

Misty and “the dress”, which travelled for a long time through many different areas

Monkey sleeping on the Airtrain

Getting our marriage license

Cute Monkey Shots:

Now no one can say I don’t post the images of our lives. Though you can still say I don’t post them often.

More soon, take care.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

This year I am thankful for: (At least this is what immediately comes to mind)

My family
My friends
My pets (even when the dogs simply will not stop whining at the intoxicating turkey smells drifting through the house.)
My job
Disposable tupperware
Katamari Damacy (’cause who doesn’t like to roll stuff into a giant ball and send it into space?)
Garbage Disposals (even though I don’t have one anymore. Just knowing I am capable of someday having a garbage disposal.)
Patience and other useful virtues
Pecan pie

Thank you all for being in my life, I love you!!

Fowards

Okay, I normally don’t like to post forwards here, but this one was really fun to read. Second Graders were asked some questions and these were some of their answers:

Answers given by 2nd grade school to the following questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She’s the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house.
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He Just used bigger
parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice
in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men’s bones. Then they mostly use
string, I think.

Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?
1. We’re related
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people’s moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty
bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get
drunk on beer?
3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to
chores?

Why did your mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn’t have her thinking cap on.

Who’s the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn’t want to be boss, but she has to because dad’s such a
goofball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the
bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What’s the difference between moms & dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power ’cause
that’s who ask if you want to sleep over at your friend’s.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don’t do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

I thought these answers provided an interesting insight into the way kids view thier parents.

Lessons…

Amazing childhood patience and lessons learned at the hands of our babies…

So, like many parents I have often complained about the hassles of being a parent. The difficulty of balancing a career with a child, the exhaustion of coming home from work just to clean, cook, and help with homework. The seemingly endless march of parental stuff one has to go through.

However, in the midst of all this kvetching I have often been given the opportunity to realize how well behaved and helpful my child is, and how lucky I am. This past week was an excellent example of just such an opportunity.

I usually drop Monkey off at school and go to work for five hours until it is time to pick her up. Sometimes she hangs out at the office for an hour or two after school while I finish something up. I have felt lucky that she likes the office enough that she will do that.

However, this past week she had half days wednesday through friday. I was worried that I would have to have her at the office too long, that I wouldn’t be able to get her to be well behaved long enough for me to get any extended work done. This was not the case.

This thursday she was at the office with me for seven and a half hours. She did not complain, she was not disruptive. She hung out, colored, played with paper airplanes, did her homework, and watched television while I worked on a deadline. She was an angel. She really, really likes it there.

As we were leaving, I thanked her for coming to the office with me and being so helpful. She responded with “You know how I use to come to law school with you? This is kind of like that. I missed it. I like to come to work with you.”

I gave her a huge hug and told her how very lucky I am to have her for a daughter. I thought it was amazing she could sit through an hour and a half long law class when she was three, I am blown away that she can hang out at my office for a full working day at five.

I will have to do my best to remember this when I am caught up in the daily labor of parenting. If she can be happy to be with me at the office, even though it can’t be as much fun as being home, I should be happier to come home after work and cook, clean, and help with homework. It is a pretty decent trade off for having such an amazing child.

Introducing baby!!

Introducing, the one, the only, Oliver Robert Krebs!!

Okay, so when we decided on the name I had a laughing fit because I realized we could nickname him Ollie Bob. (As in Alibaba and the forty theives.) It appears that fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree in my family. My father, after hearing the chosen name, began to laugh over Ollie Boba and the forty dirty diapers. So, the baby, less than 24 hours after being named, already has a funny nickname.

Here he is, a side shot, head to the left, belly to the right.

Here is his foot. It looks like a little peanut. His little toes are to the left, his heel to the right.

Another fuzzier side shot.

There is also another shot that supposedly shows his genetalia, however, I am at a loss for words to try and explain it. There is a long white line near the left bottom of the photo that is a leg. The scrotal sack is above the beginning of that leg. (Best I can do.)