Whut Whut

There's a song in the air at the Baysinger house tonight...and I have Mrs. Pennington, Mason's kindergarten teacher to thank. This is not a sweet song. This is not a lovely song. This isn't even a cute little whimsical song. This song is the rap version of the months of the year, followed up by a very ghetto "Whut Whut". Apparently the actions for the "whut whut" involved a mummy type pose because Mason was practicing it earlier (for the 500th time thank you Jodi) and asked if I had any Egyptian music I could turn on. I'm not kidding. His too white mama tried to sing along with him, but he stopped mid "Novemb-uh" to inform me that I wasn't doing it right and that my voice sounded weird. Sometimes I feel guilty for not posting more Godly things on my blog - I'm a women's ministry director for Pete's sake. But when you live in a family that is this much fun, it just has to be documented! So for the record - we're a God lovin' Jesus followin' family. We're not, however, learning our Bible stories from Veggie Tales. Mason told me yesterday that he doesn't believe a word they say. "Who can believe a cucumber and a tomato?"!

Bang Trim = Rocket Science

I NEVER go anywhere to get my hair cut that has a sign in sheet or has multiple locations in strip malls. But today I desperately needed a bang trim. I should have remembered Marcus' experience at Great Clips. He went in for a simple trim and the woman spoke such little English that a co-worker-slash-translator had to come over and help her understand what Marcus was asking for. He ended up with the straightest bang trim I'd ever seen - all his hair combed forward and cut straight across his eyebrow line. He was mortified! I thought it would be super convenient to go right next door to eDrop today and get a quick bang trim. Unfortunately - the luck of the draw gave me a woman who also spoke very little English. I kept telling her I just wanted a TINY amount cut off. It must have been the word "texture" that confused her. Maybe texture sounds like "cut all my bangs off" in her original language.

New Seat Assignments

Mason came home from school yesterday excited to report that he had a new seat assignment in the kindergarten classroom. I asked him if everyone had been moved. He said, "No - just a few of us that needed a better view of Mrs. Pennington." Considering the fact that Mason is the tallest kid in the class and his "new view" is from the front row, I'm figuring a visit with Mrs. Pennington may be in order.

Blogging Vs Facebook

A few months ago I got sucked in to the black hole known as Facebook. It's so much fun to connect with people I haven't seen in years - especially some old friends from elementary and high school. But - there's something lacking. You can't really write on Facebook...just short little blips about what's going on in that moment. I miss documenting the crazy life the Baysingers live. So I'm back to blogging. I'll keep up with Facebook, too. But I want to preserve the memories of our wild family - Lord knows I'll never remember everything that goes on around here. I need documentation! That said - here are a few random updates:

• We had our first garage sale. Blake is such a privacy nut that I thought he'd NEVER allow strangers on our property. For heaven's sake he ran off the Schwan man! But there is one thing he values more than privacy and that's a profit.
  
• Marcus bought my Jaguar. We gave him a healthy discount off the actual value, and since he's been such a good saver over the years, he had enough cash to get it done!
  
• I reminded Blake that I bought him a new Corvette when he turned 40. I turn 37 this year, so I'm figuring only 3 more years in the mini-van!
• Mason's birthday is coming up and we're hiring the moonwalk company to come out with a giant moon bounce inflatable thing. He's really excited. I hope it isn't a germ infested funk pit like the one that used to be at the Severy Labor Day celebration. I plan to disinfect the thing from top to bottom just in case - H1N1 doesn't stand a chance!
• Max is the most adorable thing in the world. He still doesn't have much hair which keeps his baby look - I'm thankful for that since he's my last kiddo. He just has a few wild blond curls and I can't imagine that I'll ever cut them off. Maybe I should have named him Samuel. He's babbling up a storm and repeats everything we say. His favorite words other than family members are Gee-go for yogurt, Seek-o for popsicle, and Dee-do for cookie. See the theme? He must have inherited my sweet tooth.

It's good to be back in the blog-o-sphere!

Updates

Random Updates:

• Max broke his wrist falling down a few stairs. It's just a minor fracture, but he has to wear a cast for at least 4 weeks.
• Mason is at Spanish Camp this week. I'm not sure how much he's learning, but he's having a great time. They have a fiesta on Friday and the parents get to come watch a little program. He's mostly excited about the pinata.
  
• Marcus is spending the entire week downtown living as a homeless person. His youth group is volunteering at one of the shelters doing manual labor, eating at the soup kitchen and sleeping on the floor of a church's basement. No showers, $5 per day period (unless they panhandle) and no electronics. I can't wait to see if his entitlement level is affected.
  
• We visited Marcus and the other kids tonight as they were walking home from the Lord's Diner after dinner. They were so excited because it was "burger night". Blake was approached by a homeless man who explained that he needed money for his asthma inhaler. After Blake gave him a little money, the same guy was later spotted with a brand new cigarette above his ear. Maybe that's part of his asthma therapy...who are we to judge?
• Some neighbors down the street reported that Mason had been going door to door promoting his new band. He was inviting them to our garage to be a part of it. I knew he'd passed out some flyers, as Marcus and I had retrieved one before the homeowners found it. Unfortunately, we didn't realize he was actually ringing doorbells. I really need to keep a better eye on this kid.

Swimmy AKA Big Ted

Last week Mason caught a tadpole. His dad let him bring the thing home, and Mason promptly named him Swimmy. I love how little kids name their pets so descriptively. White dog gets named Whitey. Black cat gets named Blacky...etc. Anyway - Swimmy took up residence in a Pyrex bowl on the center island in the kitchen. After a day or two I noticed that Mason had changed Swimmy's name to Big Ted. That makes no sense according to the descriptive naming technique. Swimmy was definitely not big and there was nothing "Ted" about him. Who cares, though, because Big Ted has to be the funniest name I've EVER heard for a tadpole! By about the 4th day, Big Ted began to swim across the bowl and butt his head against the glass over and over. We convinced Mason that Big Ted needed to return to his natural habitat. Mason was so sad. He cried and cried which made the rest of us feel so sad, too. Mason decided that we should hold some sort of service in remembrance of Big Ted. I suggested we do it the next morning before school, but Mason informed me that we wouldn't have enough time then, as this would be a fairly long service. He even scheduled bathroom breaks for us! In the end, he painted a portrait of Swimmy AKA Big Ted and hung it in his bedroom right above his nightlight. Each night he can go to sleep as Big Ted is illuminated by a red and blue glow. Being a mom is so much fun.

Someone For Everyone

Blake & I went to see Star Trek tonight. I've never been a fan of the series, but the movie was absolutely amazing. I wanted to be supportive of my Trekkie husband, and offered to wear my hair in braided buns like Princess Leia. Oops...wrong Star show.

In general, I'm pretty tolerant of people. In fact - as I'm working with the public, I often get a kick out of the craziness I witness on a regular basis. However, there are two things that I absolutely cannot tolerate. One is stinky people and the other is people making mouth noises as they chew food or gum. At the movie tonight we sat by a man who smelled and his wife who popped her gum. I was in hell. I overheard the man say that he'd been fishing earlier in the day. My bait radar sensed shad sides. The woman had a real gift for the gum popping. In fact, I'm not sure I've ever heard someone pop their gum so loudly. She drowned out the destruction of the planet Vulcan with that chomping action. I tried glancing her way once. I tried glancing her way every time she popped. I tried dramatically swinging my head her way. I tried ESP. I tried stuffing my hair in my ear. I am not kidding. Finally I resigned to putting my hand over my left ear and holding my nose with my right hand. It worked and I was able to enjoy most of the movie in peace. I wonder, though, does the husband simply not hear the popping and does the wife not smell the fish bait? Or - were they destined for each other? Maybe he is hard of hearing and she has a limited sense of smell. I've always been of the opinion that there is absolutely someone for everyone. This is confirmed by Siegfried and Roy. If two gay, lion tamers can find each other in this big, big world...there is hope for everyone.