what linnea hears...

so online i saw a list of

"top 10 funniest misheard lyrics:

here is the list 

**PLEASE NOTE - SOME ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY APPROPRIATE**

Elton John -- 'Tiny DanceR'

Misheard: "Hold me closer, Tony Danza."
Real: "Hold me closer, tiny dancer."

Jimi Hendrix -- 'Purple Haze'

Misheard:"S'cuse me while I kiss this guy"
Real: "S'cuse me while I kiss the sky."

Pearl Jam -- 'Glorified'

Misheard: "Horrified virgin on a pelican"
Real: "Glorified version of a pellet gun"

Manfred Mann's Earth Band --'Blinded by the Light'

Misheard: "Wrapped up like a douche"
Real: "Revved up like a deuce"

Van Halen -- 'Panama'

Misheard: "You reach down between my legs... squeeze the seed bag."
Real: "You reach down between my legs... ease the seat back."

Adele -- 'Chasing Pavements'

Misheard: "Should I just keep chasing penguins?"
Real: "Should I just keep chasing pavements?"

.

Creedence Clearwater Revival -- 'Bad Moon Rising'

Misheard: "There's a bathroom on the right."
Real: "There's a bad moon on the rise."

The National -- 'Mr. November'

Misheard: "I won't f--- her sober."
Real: "I won't f--- us over."

Hall and Oates -- 'Every Time You Go Away'

Misheard: "Every time you go away, take a piece of meat with you."
Real: "Take a piece of me with you."

Eagles -- 'Desperado'

Misheard: "You've been outright offensive for so long now."
Real: "You've been out riding fences for so long now."

AND SO WHAT, EXACTLY, DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH THE TITLE OF THIS POST..."WHAT LINNEA HEARS..."??

WELL...WHILE LISTENING TO A MIXED CD SHE TOLD HER SISTER THAT THE 2ND SONG IS THE FUNNIEST B/C IT SAYS:

"COMPLETELY UNDERWEAR"

AND THOSE 2 GIRLS CACKLED & CACKLED!

LINNEA WENT & GOT THE CD AND THE ACTUAL WORDS ARE:

"COMPLETELY UNAWARES".

I LAUGHED OUTLOUD.

FOR QUITE A LONG TIME!

re-enactment

tonight we enjoyed a delish dinner of grilled burgers with fresh toms and onions!  the juiciest watermelon and oh.my.world. sweetcorn!  and just because, we had peach/cherry crisp right out of the oven.  i think we all will be in a food induced coma any moment.

but there was a "daddy shows" to watch. tonight it was "american pickers".  and as the girls and the daddy enjoyed the show i did a bit of work organizing an uppercase living order (that was delivered to the wrong house and i had to go search the neighborhood for it...not fun...but it ended well).  the "american pickers" were out-n-about looking for civil war items.  they also got to be part of a civil war re-enactment...

which led to linnea doing her own re-enactment.

a re-enactment of our tv evening.

this is our whole fam enjoying our wednesday evening watching "american pickers".

lemon meringue is wren. 

flynn rider is the daddy. 

the polly pocket with blue streaks is linnea. 

pascal is puddy mcfluffkins.

 and this little pooch is our alice.

oh, and this is me.  the momma.

YUP, THAT IS TOTALLY HOW I HANG OUT AT HOME.  HAIR PERFECTLY COIFFED WITH A PRETTY BOW.  A STRAPLESS BATHING SUIT AND MATCHING HEELS.

"LOOKS JUST LIKE  YOU, MOMMA!"  LINNEA TELLS ME. 
UH, NOT SO MUCH. 

BUT SHE IS ABOUT THE SWEETEST LIL THING IN THE WORLD!  I'M GONNA MISS SPENDING OUT DAYS TOGETHER...

a mother knows...

this is a link to an amazing story:

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/38988444/ns/today-parenting?GT1=43001

the doctors pronounced the baby dead.  the mom then cuddled and loved on that baby...and just did what was instinct to her.  talk.  stroke.  cuddle.  hold.  and that baby lived. 

this reminded me (in a very small way) of when linnea was just 23 days old.  she was not nursing well.  she was a bit lethargic.  she felt a bit warm.  so, we took her temp.  she had a low-grade fever.  no signs of being "sick" - no cough, no rash.  really just a "feeling" i had.  we talked about whether to take her to urgent care (because, of course, infants do not get sick during your pediatrician's office hours.  ever.).   and i had a flashback.

to 2005.  wren was just three days old and had been given her hep-b vaccination at the hospital by our pediatrician.  and when our ped came to check in on her during rounds, she had a low-grade temp.  as he was telling me that when there are no outward signs of infection it is "standard practice to admit to the nicu" my mind went mushy.  i can sort of tell you what he was telling me, but probably not even close enough.  what i did know:  my brand new baby was going to the nicu!  in my new-mommy brain, that was most certainly not a good thing!  but go she did.  and we went along.  me and my tears and the daddy.  and in the nicu they did not have a hat big enough for wren (she was a 9 lb. 10 oz baby...she equaled the weight of the triplets nearby altogether).  and as they were getting an iv going and doing all sorts of things that were painful to watch, they said that they needed to do a lumbar puncture and we had to leave.  i refused.  and they said that this was not optional:  no parents.  i guess it was probably better for me to not see her, or hear her, as they did the spinal, but i felt like we were abandoning her.  they also took blood and urine.  and nothing showed initially.  and so i spent almost 2 days "commuting" from the methodist maternity ward, to the nicu, to the cafeteria.  nursing, praying, holding, singing, crying.  we were told that the cultures that were taken needed to "grow" for 3 days and then we'd go from there.  in the meantime antibiotics were administered.  and she ate, slept, cried.  she was beautiful!  the nicu does not have private rooms - it is one large room with curtained areas for each child, or children.  there are no beds for parents - although a nurse did wheel in a recliner for me.  i refused to leave the hospital after i was discharged.  and then on day 3 of wren's hospitalization the specialist came to see us early in the morning.  the daddy was at home.  the specialist started with an apology.  apparently the spinal fluid they'd taken 3 days earlier had not been "grown".  a spinal tap done, but nothing done with the fluid!  nothing!  i was livid!  i called the daddy and tried to tell him that wren had to have another lumbar puncture and that we knew nothing more now than we did 3 days earlier!  i asked the specialist to speak to him because he could not understand me through my cries and hiccups and stammering on words that made my stomach turn.  the daddy traveled in the snow to get to the hospital as quickly as he could.  in that 25-30 minute drive he had calmed down quite a bit.  we chose to have them do a 2nd spinal tap and then we chose to go home.  i was exhausted.  we just wanted to be at our home.  no noise from various machines.  no hushed voices.  no one else around.  so, we went home and 3 days later the specialist called to tell us that wren's spinal fluid was clear with no signs of an infection. (our pediatrician thinks that wren spiked a temp from the hep-b vaccine and he stopped giving them at the hospital for a time.  but resumed a short time prior to us having linnea - so she also had her hep-b while in the hospital - which i was okay with...because i'd rather if "something" were to happen it happen while we were in the hospital).

and so...there we were...linnea just 23 days old.  me knowing she was sick.  me also knowing that the trip to urgent care would be followed by a trip to the e.r. if there was no visible signs of infection.  and so we loaded everyone up on that partially cloudy july late afternoon and went to the urgent care office.  we ended up in the e.r of children's hospital.  and the daddy had to go home and pack a bag for me to bring back.  linnea had to have the same series of fluids taken:  blood, urine, spinal.  this time, though, we knew immediately that she had meningitis.  our pediatrician told me that he believes in a "mother's instinct", so to say - because he has seen numerous times where a child does not "appear" to be ill, but the mother "knows" something is wrong.  and the mother has been right.  this was one of those times.  i just had a feeling that our brand new baby was not quite okay.  

it would take another 48 hours to determine if it was viral or bacterial meningitis.  if one has to have meningitis, the viral one is the one you want.  luckily for linnea she had viral meningitis.  it was a very long 2 days in the hospital.  but i was glad that i didn't just think that a low-grade temp was "no big deal".  not every hunch is always right...but often a mother really does know best.

if given a cape & tiara...

...i am certain i could save the world.

oh...

and

i

may

need

some

lipstick, too.

(p.s.  thank you, jenn & emi, she LOVES her birthday gift...)

fickle & larky us...

laughter is the best medicine...

and lately? since i have not been feeling well (trip-to-the-e.r.-for-chest-pain...that is not heart related, but an unknown lingering thing that is probably pluracy...) lately the girls have been particularly humorous:

wren got a knew buddy from the zoo last week. a ferret she named zu-zu. today, apparently, was her birthday and her is her singing to zu-zu:

"happy birthday to you, ferret! may all you feretty dreams come true cuz Jesus loves you too" (mostly off-key)

then there was miss linnea...who has changed her name and birthday in the recent past. she changed her june birthday to october 11th. until no party was happening. then june was a-okay. then, she changed the spelling of her name. dropped the "a" at the end and replaced it with an "h". but this today, it is her middle name that she has changed. she is no longer linnea mariann. she is now "linnea oreo". oh, and she is not a bug or a spud. she is a person. with eyes. and a body. and she talks. she'll tell you all about it, too.

wren has this bold & infectious giggle. and she let it out numerous times today at the movie we saw. there were times when it was (mostly) quiet and her laughter echoed! it. was. awesome.

linnea likes to manipulate. although, since she knows not what that word even means, she'll call it something else altogether i am sure. the other evening when she felt like she'd not had enough momma-snuggle-time, she walked into our bedroom with her sad clown face, holding her arm. and she tilted her chin, looked up at me and proceeded to tell me: "i need some more momma snuggles because my arm hurts." when i asked why her arm hurt her reply: "cuz i dranked too much milk..." i could not argue with that, so snuggles commenced.

and, finally...tonight aliens landed in our living room! there was panic! pandemonium! and then...

the aliens!!

did not even bother me that they arrived during the college world series game.

my girl!

born 4 years ago...she came out a bit blue, but that didn't last too long (or so i am told...) and we named her after my husband's great aunt:

linnea

her middle name is after my mom:

mariann

(12/30/41-12/20/85)

not much gets by this little girl! 

and she does not forget much!

and she is amazing!

d.o.b. 06/16/06

loves (in no particular order):  daddy, wren, momma, ruby, puddy, parks, giggling, swinging, pbs.com, snuggling, pink, books, movies, stuffies, snacks, root beer, dresses, stickers, paper dolls, puzzles, cookies, honey, mr. bilbo baggins, singing, snow white, ariel, barbie, tinkerbelle, fairies, dancing, tumbling, soccer, football, mythbusters, star trek, dora, imagination movers, curious george, garfield...

...and so much more!

HAPPY #4 ACTUALLY BIRTHDAY, NEA!

cuteness only allowed!

before the rehearsal began....

right before going on stage....

on the rose's stage...

at home after taking off the make-up and taking down the hair...

just to get y'all in the dance recital mood..........

besties...

it is sometimes impossible to keep these 2 away from one another. 

and, well, that is most certainly not a bad thing. 

who says a bestie friend has to only have 2 legs?? 

no, i did not forget...

...about

this

girl!

sundry...

these showed up at my home last saturday afternoon. when hubs and wren got home from their errands. which included taking wren to pick out part of her birthday present, more on that later.
this gerb was the "starting flower" for our wedding. that was 6.5 years ago. and this flower still makes me remember that day. one of the best days of my life!

well, except for the part of the day when i made the entire wedding party go for outdoor photos. in july. the temp was a mere 96 that day. and, as it worked out, most of the tuxedo'd fellas were not in any of those photos. none. except the groom. he was a'smilin' amid sweltering in his tux...ahhhhhhh, good memories for all.

and this girl above is the 4-yr-old who asks nearly everyday: "does ______ make me look like a 5-yr-old?" usually it is what she has chosen to wear. like this new coat. (and since her new stocking "matched" it, she wanted it in the photo, too....and, yeah, i bought a new coat, mid-winter...but i just could not pass up the old navy 50% off the already clearanced item...which meant this fluffy red/white number was a mere $8.99 folks...regularly priced at $39.99...). and usually i tell her that she most certainly does look like 5-yr-old. you see, her birthday is in just couple of weeks. and yeah, she'll be 5. how did that happen?? what i don't tell her is that she has "looked like", and been mistaken for on more than one occasion, a 5-yr-old since she was, umm, like 3.5 years old. she is tall. she is well-spoken. and well, she is just about too beautiful for words.

and this one? the daddy with 3 of his favorite girls. all in the "snuggle chair".

and, three girls enjoying a bit of tv-time on momma and daddy's bed...

and this above?? it's garfield carousel. that i got for my 30th birthday. because i did really like garfield...when i was 18. anyways....the girls love it. and it have let them play with it. it is breakable. and they have proven that. but, i figured someone should enjoy it, right??

reading time with granddad