Okay, okay, so I may be suddenly obsessed with Sesame Street because of my son's love of Elmo. Or, "Melmo," as he says. (Van also sat on Derek's lap last night and watched the entire Home Run Derby... so he still loves sports too.) But, I thought this was too cute not to share.
It is so embarrassing to invite friends you haven't seen in years, and try to serve them raw chicken. Even more so when your husband proclaims it loudly from the table (where he had begun carving), and has to go to Wal-Mart and get a back-up chicken. It happens to the best of us!
To my defense, the twice-baked potatoes, lemon pepper green beans, garden salad, garlic bread and cherry cobbler were still the bomb. My husband is never going to let me hear the end of this... and I wonder if Bob and Becky will ever come back?!?
You all know about my love of Celebrity Baby Blog. Heck, they even blogged about me blogging about them. I am a minor celebrity, albeit in my own mind.
However, I often spend time comparing my son to the children of the rich and famous. Things like, I don't need to wean Van off his passy, Kingston still has his and he is older than two. Sasha looks just as big as Van, and he is only a year old.
I also spend a lot of time dwelling on Van's celebrity baby mates, meaning those the same age as him. And I've been so distressed, because his twin has been (up until now) Liam, that's right, the son of Tori Spelling. I even remember reading about his birth in US Weekly in the hospital right after I had Van. But what is more distressing about this comparison, is that then I judge myself against Tori Spelling. She has already had another baby (Stella is a great name BTW), and I can't even begin to wrap my mind around another pregnancy.
So as I was reading Celebrity Baby Blog this morning and I found out that Wyatt, Sheryl Crow's son, is exactly the same age as Van. And I now proclaim that he now takes over as Van's celebrity baby twin, and I can compare myself to Sheryl Crow. SO MUCH COOLER THAN 90210! I'm already closely examining her use of accessories, I think it will help me accomplish the I-am-a-cool-mom-so-relaxed-and-still-rockin' style that I deserve!
To celebrate my upcoming birthday, we went on a family outing to Norman. We had planned on going to the Tulsa Zoo, but we had to change our plans after the Saturday thunderstorms rolled in to town. So at the last minute we decided to go to Norman.
Derek and I get all weepy and reminiscent when we drive to Norman, and immediately start commenting that it feels like we are finally going home. It's where we met, home to good memories and of course, Sooner football. What do you think of Derek's Stoops-inspired visor?
Our trip down memory lane began with lunch at Bison Witches. The potato soup totally hit the spot on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Van went on a carb overload, gorging himself on any and all bread around us.
Then we headed to the Sam Noble Oklahoma Museum of Natural History. Derek and I were hesitant of how well Van would respond to the exhibits, but he loved it. He walked around yelling "WHOA," (kind of like Joey on Blossom) pointing at everything from dinosaurs to other kids.
And finally, we didn't leave without enjoying Happy Hour at Classic 50s, where we sipped on Crimson and Cream slushes while noshing on Cajun Fries. Van figured out how to drink out of a straw! The slush was too tasty to pass up!
It was a great day. I am truly blessed.
Van had his first haircut today. His stylist? Yours truly. Granted, I probably should have road tested my snipping skills before setting forth on my son's first haircut, but we made it through the process unscarred. Literally, I didn't cut him. Which is much better than the first time I cut his fingernails. Derek still won't let me near him with the clippers.
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