The Cleanest Fridge in the World

This is what happens when you don't have power for 13 days. You take the food you really care about and put it in a cooler, and you have to give up on the rest. We learned recently that if your fridge is off for 13 days and you leave the doors closed, it starts to get moldy. Even if you throw out the food first.

Luckily for everyone, I didn't take any "before" pictures. After about 2 hours of cleaning, our fridge is now the cleanest one I've seen that wasn't brand new in a store. I just had to brag. Now the outside fridge on the other hand... still needs to be cleaned. Ewwww. There's only so much nastiness I can take in a day.

Basically, a few condiments and some water bottles that we had frozen before the storm for the cooler survived.


On a brighter note, we have some more new developments with Tyson:

1) We found out what he means when he calls stars "goggies". Uncle Kykle has a star hanging by his front door. While we were staying there, Tyson would walk up to it, point and say "goggie", which eventually turned into "keekle". I finally realized he is trying to say "twinkle". I started singing "twinkle twinkle little star" and he said "keekle" when I said twinkle. Mystery solved!!!

2) Tyson can get in and out of the bathtub by himself now. We've seen him try it before but of course stop him from doing it. The other night, Steve was looking at something on the computer during Tyson's bath and asked me to look at something really quickly. I walked in the office (right next to the bathroom), and about 5 seconds later Tyson is standing right next to me all wet and naked. We just laughed. Oops!!

3) He thought it would be fun to walk in Daddy's boots... :)



So far two people closeby, including a neighbor, have told us that we have power. We're about to go check it out for ourselves. I'm sure you'll be hearing more from us if that is not true ;)

When I checked on it yesterday I saw this at the entrance to the neighborhood and got excited...

YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's been almost 2 weeks since we slept in our own beds and lived in our own house!!!!!


Still refugees

We're still refugee'ing it in Katy with Kyle. He is a great host and has really helped us out. I'm sure it's a lot louder and crazier in his house right now than it normally is.

Here's a night time pic of our "new house."

I went to our house this morning and our neighborhood still looks the same as far as power lines go - still laying on the ground with trees on top of them. So it looks like it will be at least a few more days... but hey, it could be a lot worse. At least we're in air conditioning and can watch TV and play on the internet. It's kind of funny how a week and a half can seem like a month when you're a little inconvenienced, but it seems like 2 days if you're on vacation.

Thought we'd share some video clips of our time so far as refugees.

Besides the video clips, Tyson has had some milestones since Ike hit us - first time to ride a tricycle (Mommy thought he was ready but now I think he needs a little more time), first time to walk around in Mommy's and Daddy's shoes,

first time to feed a dog (it may not look like it but he was really excited to do it),

first time to draw all over his legs with a pen,

and first time to tell us he has a poopy diaper. This one may have been my favorite and it happened tonight. Usually when we smell a dirty diaper, we ask him "Tyson, do you have a poopy diaper?" or "did you go poo poo?" And he always says no. Tonight he just walked up to me and said "poo poo". He really had a dirty diaper. And, he wanted me to change it. He NEVER wants to have his diaper changed. Maybe this is the very beginning of him being interested in potty training. (No, we're not starting it tomorrow or anything!)


Ike Refugees

We made it through Hurricane Ike, but we're still waiting to get our power turned back on. Estimates for our zip code run anywhere from this weekend to October 5th, so let's hope it's sooner rather than later. We were very fortunate to only have minor damage - we lost 20 or 30 shingles and part of our back fence fell down. Many others in our area were not so lucky - trees fell on houses and cars all over our neighborhood. When we drove out of our neighborhood, we saw at least 8 trees that had fallen on power lines. There were also power lines on the ground along Kuykendahl, so we know it will be awhile. I felt guilty when I thought about taking pictures so I didn't. I'm sure there have been pictures and video all over the news in every part of the nation recently anyways.

We bunkered down in our house on Friday night and lost power around 1 AM. The worst part of the storm started around 4 AM for us, and I'm not even sure when the really bad part ended, maybe 10 AM. Steve got a generator for us and we plugged our refrigerators and fans into that until Sunday afternoon, when we realized we were going to run out of gas for it, and considering there was no gas within atleast a 15 mile radius, we decided to head up to Brenham to stay with our college friends Anthony and Kelly. They had made a nice welcome sign for us.

Tyson and I were actually the only ones that ended up staying with them. Steve and Uncle Kyle went to Kyle's house in Katy to pack him up, throw away his perishable food and head to Brenham, and his power came back on while they were there. The traffic going back in to Houston on 290 was really bad, so I decided to stay in Brenham Sunday night and drive back to Houston on Monday morning.

So, now we're at Kykle's house (not a typo, that is what Tyson calls him). We've had a few other offers to stay with other friends who now have power also. It's nice to know you have places to go when times are tough. Thanks to Anthony, Kelly and Kyle for letting our family be refugees in your home!

My Mom and Dad are ok also. They had some large branches and trees fall down in their backyard, as well as some fence damage, but nothing happened to their house or to them. They're also still waiting for their power to come back on! They have a nice neighbor with a generator so they atleast have their fridge and fan running.

Here's some pics of us hanging out. One positive is that it has been nice getting to spend a lot of quality time with Tyson during all of this - he's really starting to talk now so it's fun experiencing more of that with him than we'd normally get to. We hope everyone is ok and that life in the Houston area will get back to normal soon!

We've been sharing a room with him since Friday night, so I had to take an opportunity to snap a pic while he was napping today ;)

This is probably the first time he's enjoyed riding on Daddy's shoulders. We think it scared him before.



Ok... everyone knows that I'm a HUGE Brett Favre fan. I've been trying really hard to keep my mouth shut about all of the drama over the past few months. After watching the Packers play on Monday Night Football without him tonight, I have to break the silence.

I honestly haven't known how to feel about the whole Favre vs. the Packers issue. I've gone back and forth being mad at Favre or mad at the Packers. Once he was finally traded, I've been in denial pretending that he is still retired. But it just didn't feel right watching Aaron Rodgers play for the Packers tonight, or watching highlights of Favre playing for the Jets yesterday. I just hope Rodgers can do well for the Pack under his own identity.

Tonight made me realize that I still love both Favre and the Packers. It was great to see them stomp the Vikings. But I have to share a few of the many Favre tributes I've seen over the years in memory of my favorite Packer that is no longer with the team... Even if you're mad at him right now, you have to admit that he is already a legend, one of the best and most loved players in the game who will never be forgotten by football fans who watched him play. Part of him will always be a Green Bay Packer. (this will be long)

"We Love Brett Favre"

A few pics from the snowball fight game in January of '08:

Subject: L.A. Times 12/20/07 ...this appeared on the front page of the


NBC has "Bionic Woman." The NFL has Brett Favre, the bionic man. Guess which one is having the better season?

I don't know what you're eating, Mr. Favre, but pass the candy dish.

You're maybe the last American hero. A postmodern DiMaggio. A Wyatt Earp. You're about 140 years old, with the smile of an 8-year-old and a gun like Zeus.

You do all the things the other superstars don't. You play in that city by the bay, an obscure little place with more chipmunks than people, more deer rifles than cellphones.

Up there in northern Wisconsin, you don't ride in limos; they just send over Santa's sleigh.

You're US, which isn't so bad -- at least if you ask US. You're not some natty dude, a blingy gold-toothed Liberace. No three-pointed kerchief in your suit pocket, like the male mannequins back in the Fox
studio. No sir. You wear your hair like the 18th green, short and fast. You could comb it with a golf towel.

Yep, we appreciate your sense of style -- the plain gray T-shirts and the faded jeans. You've got that same lovely wife you started with. Your beard's getting a little frosty, the jowls a little puffy, but she's stuck by you, that woman. Through your tough times. And you through hers.

Love your loyalty, love your work. The cynics claimed you were done. "Retire, fool," they said last season. "Put a fork in Favre. His popper has popped."

Turns out they were the fools. They forgot you were part Choctaw, part '56 Chevy. You're having your greatest season yet, playing like a legend. And like a scrub who just appreciates the chance to suit up.

Sure, your wheels don't work like they used to. People forget that you have the same degenerative hip disease that permanently sidelined Bo Jackson.

At 38, you can sprint with the kids for about three half-steps, then ... look out ... cruuuuuuunch.Those first steps on a Monday morning must really snap-crackle-pop. Talk about a working stiff. Welcome to the club.

When you're not at work, you're at home, just like the rest of us middle-aged saps. I'll bet she's already nagging you about all the Christmas junk, huh? Brett, can you bring those boxes up from the basement? Brett, how about hanging the outdoor lights on the birch tree? That sort of stuff. Like the rest of us, you don't need a holiday to remind you of your blessings.

Yep, you're us all right, and we couldn't be more thrilled. You don't like to miss work under any condition. It's just the way you were raised. You don't miss work. In almost 300 games, including two Super Bowls, you haven't missed a start. It is the sports stat of our time.

And we certainly don't mind your sense of craft, your safecracker's cool. One moment, you're zinging thunderbolts across the middle. The next you're looping 9-iron shots in the end zone. The laser bomb that beat the Broncos? Boom! Brilliant.

You're what we all hoped to become in the backyards of our youth. You play as if you're hanging with your pals, and the sun is setting and the moms are calling everyone home for supper. Come on, Brett, your buddies say. One more. One more series ..

Blanda. Nicklaus. Aaron. They all played their respective games a long time, gave us old-timers hope. Now you're our time machine, our fountain of goof.

A Perseus in cleats.

So, come on, Brett. One more. One more series.


Moving on up

Yesterday I took Tyson to get a haircut while daddy went to the grocery store. This has been a nightmare the last two times so we've been putting it off. We tried to get him to sit in the barber chair by himself on a booster, but that wasn't going to happen. So he sat in my lap again. He did ok at first but started crying when the stylist sprayed water on his hair. Not sure why this is always the breaking point. She then offered him a dum dum sucker. I wasn't too sure about this since he's never had one before, but gave it a try. He loved it and it made him forget all about the lady cutting his hair. The only problem was he didn't swallow the juice, so he had a constant stream of pink drool coming out of his mouth - luckily for me it went all over the hair cut apron thing they put on him (is there an actual word for those??). I will make sure we have something like this with us on future haircuts!

He asked if he could eat lunch at the table instead of sitting in his high chair. I let him since he had done such a great job at his haircut. We don't have a booster chair set up for him yet so I had to sit next to him and keep telling him to sit when he stood, etc. Overall, he still did pretty well. Maybe we'll try a booster chair soon.

Tricycle coming soon too??


Snowmen at Night

Tyson likes to read books aloud now. We caught him on video reading one of his favorites, "Snowmen at Night." We thought we'd share.

Vocabulary Lesson

In case you were unaware, there are no such things as trucks. There are only buses and cars. Bigger trucks, like semis and dump trucks, are buses and pick-up trucks are cars. When we tell him "Tyson, that's a truck", he says car if he first said bus, and vice versa. ;-)

Also - stars are "goggies." He's very sure about this. I think he's trying to call them a cookie. He must have eaten a star-shaped cookie at some point.