I couldn't Resist. Again.

I could not stop myself from putting this on my blog, and believe me, I tried and tried.



Stolen from Cousin Bayley's Blogette.

Giggle.

Today I got a giggle out of this. Celebrity Bride's Maid Day. . . I love it. Clever folks live over at {Ritzy Bee}.

Fancy a Giggle?

I am laughing so hard right now. Care to join me?

Mormon in Manhattan.

One of my dear old friends Natalie just started a blog. Need a Valium? Try a giggle on fist. . . click here.

My personal favorite post? Sure. Here you go.

Oh Heavens. Oh Heavens. Oh.

I recently posted a funny video. . . check it out here BEFORE you watch the following:

Oh Me. Oh My. Oh Me! Oh My!

Enjoy yourselves then go thank Taylor.

Decisions Decisions.

Thought it might interest you to hear that today my 2 year old decided it would be a good idea to take off his diaper, pop the screen out of the window, stand in the window frame and pee out onto the driveway. Nice.

Have a Freaky Friday!

Muah! Make it a fabulous Friday! And don't forget to eat your peas so you can grow up to be as strong and healthy as this guy!

Mark the Great.

Sunday Giggle.

Ok, one more thing for a quick Sunday giggle.

Chris' Photo Booth.

So for our good friend Chris' 30th birthday his lovely wife threw a big surprise bash at the "Shady Acres Retirement Home." The evening was complete with the "oldlywed game," bingo and even some swing and foxtrot! It was a rockin' good time, and I got to try my luck at a "photo booth" for the first time (an idea inspired by Nate and Jaclyn of The Image is Found. . . my favorite photography team EVER).

First the birthday boy. Owwwww!


Loving this guy's sticker. . . I heard that some crazy guy was randomly yelling "Mitt is More" all throughout Haleiwa today. . . just FYI. . .






Notice anything spectacular about this next one? Look closely. Ha ha ha. . . I love it!














That's me, Natalie, with the curler in my hair. . . This shot was taken by Erik Norton. . . of Erik Norton Photography. . . :)


A big mahalo to our wonderful team of nurses for helping us remember our meds and for serving us up cafeteria style. . .



The hat twins. . . sister was all about brother having both hats on at the same time. . . big important business. . .


Happy birthday Chris! We love you! And Jackie! THANK YOU for another rockin' party. Can't wait to see what you come up with next! (Remember Rachel's baby shower where we all had to come dressed as pregnant movie stars? You are a quack, and I LOVE YOU!). . .


Have a happy Sunday! Check back soon!

xoxo,

Nat

PS- For copies of the pictures above, please email me at natalienorton@gmail.com.

Laugh out Loud.

Cardon.

Sunday morning when I came out to get the kids breakfast going I found Cardon (my 2 year old) sitting in his brother's high chair, wrapped up in my table cloth, wearing these killer shades.

Here's the Haps.

Something's a happenin' down there, what on Earth could it be?







Yup, the neighborhood chicken has decided to make her nest out of our old beach stroller. Last I counted this morning, we're up to 9 eggs. We're really having a hard time coming up with a name for the Hen herself, let alone the nine chicks soon to come. Any ideas on what we should call our feathered friend?

So silly.

Q. What did one snowman say to the other?

A. I smell carrots.

Oh Dear.

Today's giggle was totally stolen from Tyler and Katie! This is one big fat laugh at our world of 2007!

Growing Pains

Honestly my 4 year old thinks two decades ahead of himself. He has spent the last couple of weeks SERIOUSLY concerned by what he's going to do when he grows up. We spend hour upon hour, truly and Richie can attest to it, conversing about different occupations, and after each discussion he gives me every con imaginable and then it's back to the drawing board.

Today we're driving along, once again discussing Raleigh's 20year plan, when I suggest that hey may want to consider a career in dentistry.

Mom: "Hey, I know one we haven't thought of! You could be a dentist!" I say.

Raleigh: (Cue voice of exasperation bordering complete fury) "A DENTIST!?! (pause for further reflection, aka disgust). . . A DENTIST??!?!?!!"

Me: "Ok, so I take it you DON'T want to be a dentist."

Raleigh: "That is SO GROSS!"

Dad: "Why is that gross Raleigh?"

Raleigh: "A DENTIST!?!?!? And stick my hand down people's mouths?" And I promise you this next line came from his mouth verbatim: "Seriously mom, that is SO GROSS!" Then he paused for a few seconds and in complete exasperation he said, "Dad, would you EVER be a dentist?!?"

I got a great laugh out of this, the deep hardy belly kind! Mmmm.

Quote of the Day

We had to make an airport run late late late last night to pick Richie up from a business trip on Kauai. We're listening to the radio, and I can tell that Raleigh is getting tired, because when he gets sleepy, the chatter bug comes out. He talks and talks and talks and talks.

"Mom is there any way to really fly besides an airplane?"

"Well, you could go skydiving like Uncle Erik and Aunt Kindsay did, remember?"

"No, I mean REALLY fly, with nothing on my body at all?"

"Well if you become an astronaut then you could float that's kindof like flying."

From here I am forced to delve into the gravitational pull of the Earth, explain that no, he couldn't just go floating in space because he would float away and we'd never be able to find him, but he doesn't "want a ROOOOPE" holding him to his spacecraft, he just wants to "FLY" (pronounced "FA LIE!")

The conversation went from, well I'd say probably from Hauula to AT LEAST the H3 cutoff (a good 35 min), when the incessant chatter was momentarily interrupted by the radio announcer,

"Playing Hawaii's HOTTEST music!"

Raleigh sat quiet a long time, I actually wondered if he'd fallen asleep, I looked in the rear view mirror to watch his head bob a few times and his eyes begin to drift shut, when suddenly he flew to a seated position and BURST out, "Wait a minute! That is NOT Hawaii's hottest music." A firm declaration "I W I L L N O T S A L E E E E E P!"

Thank you Raleigh for liberating the world of the exaggerations of radio personalities one solitary station at a time.

My Regal Brow

When I was living in Ecuador I met a darling Ecuadorian who was slightly mentally handicapped, completely deaf and completely committed to teaching HER Gringa (trust me, I belonged to her) to sign. She was a gem! She worked at the orphanage where I volunteered, so we had lots of time together. One day after work, she grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me out the door and up the street. . . we seriously trecked for like 3 miles to a corner of the city I'd never seen. . . for a second I actually got a little nervous; I wondered if this was going to end up as the type of freak thing people would later watch on dateline. We finally made it to this little house tucked between two tall buildings. She knocked on the door and then just let herself in, all the while dragging me along. Suddenly two American Senior Citizens with skin as white as their hair came around he corner and started speed signing back and forth with my kidnapper. After a few moments the old woman says to me, "she wants to give you a name in sign." "Ok?" I respond, still a little jostled from our freakish journey. Then she (kidnapper) does some sign I'd never seen that involves the waving of the hand near the forehead. Then old woman repeats it to her, kidnapper then repeats it back a second time at which point old woman turns to me and says, "this is the sign she wants you to be known by" she proceeds to repeat the sign again, this time in my direction. "Great!" I say, now smiling first of all to keep from laughing out loud, and second because I think it's so sweet that she dragged me all the way here because she had no way to tell me that she wanted to "name" me. Ha ha ha. . . "what does it mean" I ask. It means "girl with a big forehead. She says your forehead is huge." At this point I did laugh out loud and all I could think to say was, "I prefer 'regal.'"

Anyway, I saw this picture yesterday and thought to myself "my your forehead is huge" and then this memory of my crazy afternoon in Cuenca flooded my mind and I wanted to share. Anyway, enjoy a laugh on me.

Elf Yourself!

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