Ben and Cooper recommend...

Baby Mozart by Baby Einstein. We bought this DVD with a Target gift card (thanks Nat!) to help us out around the house. While trying to get our house ready to sell we plopped Ben down on his Baby Einstein play mat to watch this 28 minute video. Yes, I know this is way down on the list of things that good mothers do, but sometimes there is no choice! Both Ben and Cooper will sit for the entire 28 minutes to watch this video. I'm not sure who enjoys it more! Get it!

Here are the boys enjoying their new favorite movie!

Paranoia, paranoia everybody's coming to get me.

I have an unnatural fear of natural disasters. It doesn't matter what it is, if it's natural I'm totally freaked. The other night there was talk of a tornado around San Antonio. I had about 45 dreams about tornados that night. 

After the tsunami of 2004 I woke up in a cold sweat at my brother-in-law's beach house. I was alone in bed and it was dark. If there was a tsunami, how would I know which way was up? 

About 2 months before I was born, Mt. St. Helen's erupted. My hometown of Portland was covered in snow-like ash. My parents still have some to this day. Maybe this is cause for my unnatural fear.

I love any movie that has anything to do with natural disasters (also man-eating sharks but that's a different story all together). It's like a train wreck I can't turn away from. Tornados, planet destroying astroids, volcanos, nuclear winter. Whatever. I'm into it.  Is there an actual known phobia for my condition?  

As a mom a whole new fear has crept into my being. I'm totally freaked to have Ben sleep anywhere except next to my bed. He's asleep there as I type (in a bassinet because his bedroom is way upstairs while ours is downstairs). What if there was a fire while he was upstairs? What if a crazy craigslister broke into our house while we were asleep? What if a tornado rips through our home (or a hurricane or astroid)? How does one overcome this fear? 

You see, I have plans. Things I will do if any of these scenarios come true. We're downstairs if our house lights aflame. I know where to go if there is a tornado. I sleep with a weapon next to my bed when Nate is gone (when Nate's home he is my weapon). If an astroid hits us I guess we're pretty much screwed no matter where Ben is sleeping. At least that would be fast. But for the most part, my plans are foiled with Ben upstairs. 

As it stands, poor Ben is going to be 15 and still sleeping on the floor next to my bed (I guess I should say poor Nate as well). They may both end up in therapy twice a week. Hmm, maybe I'm the one who needs the therapy.

Inconceivable!

Nate and I are watching The Princess Bride. Does anyone notice a resemblance?

A Christmas Story?

Last night Nate made me watch this holiday classic. I'd never seen it before and was challenged by Nate's Grandma Marie to do so. 

I have to say, I hated it! I thought it was depressing and boring. I felt bad that nothing went right for poor Ralphie. He reminded me a little of myself. All the imagining how things would be and then having them turn in the exact opposite direction. It was too much for me. 

I can now say I've seen this classic but I can promise I won't be watching it on TBS all day on Christmas. 

Does anyone else feel the same way? Am I the only one who couldn't swallow this one? 

On a side note, check out this reenactment.