Fun NPR Name Game

I received this from one of my co-workers the other week and thought it would be fun to share with everyone.

From an NPR listener blog:

I recently discovered a shared fascination with the slew of impossibly named NPR hosts we listen to every day: Renee Montagne, Steve Inskeep, Corey Flintoff, Korva Coleman, Kai Ryssdal, Dina Temple-Raston. In fact, we’ve often wondered what it would be like to be one of them. A Nina Totenberg or a Renita Jablonski. A David Kestenbaum or a Lakshmi Singh. Even (on our most ambitious days) a Cherry Glaser or a Sylvia Poggioli. So finally, after years of Fresh Air sign-off ambitions, we came up with a system for creating our own NPR Names. Here’s how it works: You take your middle initial and insert it somewhere into your first name. Then you add on the smallest foreign town you’ve ever visited.

That said, for NPR news, I'm Lemily Cahuita. :)

What's yours?

Two Stories Kind of About Food...and Helena

Helena started at a new daycare this week - Dancing Moose Montessori School. The change traumatized her pretty good, but she definitely was showing signs of adjusting towards the end of the week. I was thankful that she napped every day on the weird little cots they have and I hope that she learns to eat everything that they give her. Helena isn't fond of cold, slimy foods (peaches, apples, cottage cheese) and sometimes just flat our refuses to eat what you give her. I'm hoping this is just a stage (albeit a long one...) and that she won't turn out to be a picky eater. One night this week after not eating lunch she ate dinner for almost an hour....shepherd's pie, applesauce, crackers, yogurt, cheese...jeez! The new place is great, though, lots of good communication with parents, a kick-ass playground, and lots of fun new things for Helena to do.

Last night we visited our friends Dan & Ashley and kept Helena up pretty late (for her at least). Thankfully, she slept past 8 this morning...a very, very rare occurrence. Anyway, I went in her room this morning and she was pointing at me and saying "Cracker!". I hadn't turned the lights on yet, so I said "No, I don't have crackers right now." As I walked closer I noticed she had something on the fingers she was pointing at me with. I thought at first it was blood (again, it was dark)...freaking out, I turned on the light and saw it was brown and kind of looked like puke. I frantically looked through her bed, found no vomit, and then it hit me. "POOP!" Yep, H-dog had felt down her poopy pants with her hand. Marvelous. And, she seemed to think it was crackers. I have no idea why I didn't think it was poop at first...that being the most likely suspect. I must have been delirious from sleeping in. After I got her cleaned up, we went in to talk to Ashford, and he asked her if she ate her poop off her fingers. Right on cue, WE SWEAR she answered "It tasted like crackers."

-Emily :)

Adventures in Yoga

So for several months I’ve been doing yoga at this hippy-dippy studio in downtown Salt Lake. Not only has this been a good workout for me, but also an unmatchable stress reliever.

Every once in awhile I try to get Ash to do yoga with me at home when I haven’t had time to make it to the studio classes. We all know he could use a little stress relief as well. Last night I convinced him to workout with me, promising him I wouldn’t coach him like I normally try to (he calls it ‘criticizing’; I call it ‘helping’).

The yoga session starts out with me asking him not to EAT DORITOS while we’re doing yoga. I’m not kidding.

Then it progresses into me kindly asking him to keep the bodily function noises to a minimum. While I’m glad the yoga is getting some ‘toxins’ out of him, the constant burping and farting is very distracting to my ‘practice.’

At one point during the 30 minute workout, I look back and Ash is just watching me, not doing anything. Fine, you’re tired and extremely inflexible. But at least TRY! Don’t just ogle my ass while I’m in these compromising positions.

THEN…as if there could be anything else…the uncontrollable giggling starts about what the instructor is saying and the music that is playing.

OK, I’m done. You’ve made your point. We’re not doing yoga together ever again.

-Emily :)

Easter

We had a fun time doing Easter-ish things this past weekend. On Saturday, we dyed eggs with Helena. She thought the process was pretty fun, especially throwing the eggs in the dye cups as hard as she could. And then throwing the finished eggs off the counter onto the floor. Needless to say, most of the eggs never made it to the 'hiding' part.

She was pretty pumped about the eggs changing colors.

And I bought the dye package with the kitty and puppy stickers, and couldn't resist taking this creepy cat egg pic. I will say that easter egg dye has come a long way since I was a kid. The colors are way brighter. I remember wanting that deep pink color and letting an egg sit in the cup for hours on end with no decent results.

We also had our friends Dan & Ashley and their two kids over for an Easter dinner barbeque, too. Because what says Easter more than hamburgers & hot dogs!?! Really, I was just too lazy to make a decent meal. I did make a cherry pie, though.

Here's one more pic of Helena...kind of dressed up for a Sunday. :)

-Emily :)

Sorry...I suck. :)

Hello everyone! My name is Emily. I used to be a decent blogger. Lol.

Sorry about that long pause there. The past three weeks have been chaos with Ash being busy at his new job, me working long hours during our fund drive, and thus being too tired to blog and too boring to have anything worthwhile to talk about!

My brain is a little mushy still this morning so I apologize for this not being too interesting. Just wanted ya'll to know I'm still alive. Barely.

-Emily :)