MJ Forever

Yeah, so I'm totally swiping your blog post, Averi. Even the picture and title. Take it as a compliment! I would...
MJ does, and will live forever. He's as immortal as Elvis, or the Beatles. He's the King of Pop! I am totally incapable of not bopping my head, or snapping, or popping my shoulders at least a little when I hear Black or White, Bad, or The Way You Make Me Feel to name a few. The beat just forces you to Rock with him.....Alll Night. That was why Michael Jackson was our first choice as motivating background music for the few times we cleaned up around the house growing up. My mom would say we had to clean up (the exact phrase was "do a cleanteam"), so we'd set the clock for thirty minutes, pump the Michael Jackson Greatest Hits CD, and work it like the King himself. Ahh, those were the days... That was almost as glorious as taking first place in a college dance competition (Battle of the Dance, baby) where we popped and locked our way through Smooth Criminal. We won first place, and if you had been there to witness the event, you'd have thought I just won the lottery. I'm still embarrassed when I think about how much I freaked out. Well, that is what I'm good at. That and MJ moves. Just yesterday as I was finishing my run, the song "Bad" came on, and I'll admit it, I threw a kick or two. Can you just see it, Marth?

So, I'm willing to put aside his recent creepiness to pay homage to the king. He was cool enough that in highschool I checked out every single music video he ever made and thus learned how to moon walk in my tv room. Well, kinda.

May we all (or at least any of you out there who ever did the Thriller dance head-bobble-slide-stomp combo) take off your white glove and throw your hat for the King of Pop.

And then we blessed him

...On Sunday. It was nice. Nice to see family. Nice to eat good food. Nice to fall a little more in love with my husband as he blessed our little baby.

We tried to get a family photo, but we were extremely limited on time, because Josie had pooped in the toilet without me, and forgot to wipe, and unfortunately it was the kind of poo that you really ought to wipe. Did I mention that she didn't have underwear on? She didn't because earlier she had leaked a little before making it to the toilet, so I just took them off. Consequently this rather unforgiving poop was in chunks all over her dress, and legs, and well everywhere. Anyway, we discovered all this just moments before these photos were taken, and that's why she's standing in front of us, and not sitting on our lap. Merritt pooped too, but it wasn't as big a deal. I took some awesome photos of the poop smeared dress as well as Allan hosing her off stark naked in the backyard, but I'll spare you. I have to remind myself sometimes that not everyone enjoys a good poop documentation like I do.

The photos of Merritt are pretty dark too, but it was rainy today and so that's the best I could do. As my Mom would say, it is what it is. And that's fine. I also tried to get him to smile--he does so often--but he was pretty stoic this morning, and that's fine too. Stoic Merritt is almost as cute as smiley Merritt.

Oh, and I cut my hair.