You Give Me Fever.

It's late. I'm awake. My right ear hurts.Can't breathe through my nose. Sinus pressure. Snuck out of bed to clean up Jack's toys in the living room and start the dishwasher. See? Productive even with a fever. Glancing occasionally at Sixteen Candles on TV in between browsing blogs and online shopping sites. Waiting for this week to pass so this sickness will pass. Jack has been home from school all week- he is the little monster who got me sick. But I don't mind. In the middle of the night, when your baby is coughing and crying for you, you hold him. You let him cough and breathe in your face. You don't even care when he sneezes on you. You repeatedly wipe a stream of snot away with something called a "boogie wipe." (i didn't think i would ever buy those things but i swear, they're pretty handy when you have sick babies.) Things that sound disgusting before you have kids are things you don't even think twice about once you have them. 

Jack started on medicine yesterday and today seems to be an improvement. Even though Jack is my best buddy, I think we both need to see a little sunshine and get out of the house. Maybe spend a little time apart even. We need adventure.

Jack was happy when Aunt Hannah came to town! 

We took Jack to Local for the first time a few weeks ago and he loved it. We checked him into "Localville" and it was a HUGE hit. Local is one of our favorite places to eat and/or drink here in Norman, Oklahoma. Localville is a fun place the kids can play and eat (supervised of course!) while you enjoy dinner with friends or a date night or whatever. It's the most brilliant idea. 

Husband had a birthday recently. We stayed in a suite at The Mayo in Tulsa. Can I live there, please?  My mom told me a sweet story about how my grandma and grandpa stayed there once when she was a child and they brought back stationary for her. She loved to look at it- there was a picture or drawing maybe? of the building on the paper. Thinking about my mom as a child (Baby Susan as I like to call her) is so adorable. I need to scan some pictures of Baby Susan so you can see what I mean. I swiped the notepad from our room to give to her but- there is no picture of the building. 

Also, I'm pretty sure that place is haunted. 

It's been a few weeks but I went on a little trip with my dad. We flew to LA to visit my brothers and sisters-in-law. We didn't rush around. Didn't stay out late. We didn't even get drunk once. We ate delicious food, went to a cemetery that smelled like dead people, took a tour of Paramount, drove to San Diego, and saw Django Unchained at Q. Tarantino's theatre. It was awesome. Of course I missed my boys- this was the first time I've been away from both of them at the same time for longer than a day. I will say- it was pretty relaxing not having to take care of anyone else though. I appreciate the little things, folks.

Ok, I think maybe I got a little buzz from drinking a flight of beer at this place.
(Pathetic, Brooke. Get your shit together, girl.)

This is my dad. His favorite things to talk about are art, traveling, history, and death. And his grandchildren.
And Facebook.

Ok. Time to raid the medicine cabinet for something that will make my fever go away.

Toodles.

♥ jp

Kevin Durant, Paula Abdul, and Michael Jordan walk into a bar...

So if you've ever met Jack or read anything I post about him on facebook, you already know he tells everyone his name is Jack Kevin Durant Brady. Sometimes it's Jack Brady Kevin Durant, depending on his mood. He loves the Thunder. He loves Rumble. All he's been talking about for the past 7 months is his Thunder birthday party. (no joke- 7 months.) Sometimes he simply calls it "my Kevin Durant party." This kid may be the biggest (little) Thunder fan there ever was. 

A. The picture above was taken the day after he attended his very first Thunder game. So proudly he wore his Rumble pullover and Thunder hat- for a week straight. He still sleeps with "Baby Rumble" every night and he takes his Rumble bag to school everyday and to his grandma's for overnight stays.

B. These are his "Westbrook glasses." He wears them on the reg even though he doesn't need glasses. Thunder fashion glasses, everyone. He is 3 years old.

    

C. He cried when he found out James Harden had been traded to the Rockets. He had just gotten his tonsils out and he was on pain meds so that may have had something to do with his highly emotional state but he seriously cried real tears. 

 OK. We made the major mistake of saying we were going to try and book Rumble to come to his party. Rumble has a prior commitment out of town that day and can't come. The next available day he has is in February. There's an out of town Thunder game so obviously Kevin Durant can't come either. We didn't want to upset Jack so we didn't say anything in hopes that he would be distracted at his party and not even think about Rumble or KD being there. 

     

My husband is out of town for the night so Jack and I were cruising the internet finding Thunder themed napkins and basketball candles and he started talking about how excited he was that Rumble was going to be there. I had to say something at that point because I would rather him be disappointed now than at the end of his party wondering when Rumble was going to be there. I broke the news Rumble would be out of town and I knew he would be sad but I didn't think he would react the way he did. He started crying. Balling. Devastated. 

So, I know he's only 3. I know there are many more serious disappointments in life. I know you don't always get what you want. I know we should be thankful for the things we have. I also remember how heartbroken I was when I had the flu the day of the Paula Abdul concert. My mom made me a special red lace, tiered mini-skirt and i hot glued red rhinestones on a black tank top and I wasn't going to get to wear it. You laugh because I loved Paula Abdul. Go ahead, i was little. But you know, I didn't just love her- I wanted to be like her when I grew up. It didn't happen and that's not the point but- I remember the feeling I had that day and the days after and straight up now tell me, I know it sucks.

After an hour of trying to console and reason with my son, i recorded a minute of it so i could send it to my husband, in hopes we could figure something else out. Move his party to a later date or something along those lines. I later posted it to my facebook wall because he is so cute and sincere and I just couldn't keep it to myself. 

This one is just sweet. He says he misses KD and Rumble. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTwbZwdHLxc

The next video was about an hour into our talk. It is sad. Proceed with caution. Also, yes, he's holding a binky. He's too old for it, I know. The binky is put up unless there is an emergency and when he is distraught he likes to hold it. Sue me. 

Oh, I asked Jack if it was ok to post these videos and he encouraged it. He's only 3 (almost 4) but I would never want to make him feel embarrassed or anything like that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvcGNSY17y0

Jack had a long day and he fell asleep early. I decided to check my email because, well, i rarely do. This is what I found. 

Is it the real Michael Jordan? I don't know. Sure! I like to think so. Is it? Who knows. The real Michael Jordan would know. ANYWAY. I like it. It's awesome. When I show Jack tomorrow morning (not that he can read but whatever) he's going to be happy. I'm not getting his hopes up about anyone being at his party though. EVER AGAIN. (Poor little guy.) One the other hand, PLEASE COME TO JACK'S 4TH BIRTHDAY PARTY, MICHAEL JORDAN! How amazing would that be. Seriously.

Night night.

♥ jp

so long 2011

At some point I will write about Christmas.

I'll write about the stress of Christmas shopping with a 2 year old.

I'll write about how you can't buy anyone a present while he's around because he'll tell them what it is.

I'll write about the fun we had with our families.

I'll write about Jack's darling fondness for Santa Clause.

I'll say the Christmas season seemed much shorter than it did when I was a kid.

I'll tell you I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas.

And that I wrote a new song with my new 25 key midi controller this morning.

I'll say I've switched from Splenda to Stevia and how I don't like it but I'm trying to.

I will tell you about how the Tracy Anderson Method with ankle weights hurts my ass and my soul.

I'll say I'm ready to get a rebounder. 

(that's a mini trampoline that Tracy recommends.)

I'll say Jack is going to spend New Year's Eve with my mama and she got hats and sparkling grape juice for them and it's cute.

I'll add we still have no plans for NYE and I have not one thing to wear.

And that when Jack sees a gingerbread man, he calls him "The Muffin Man."

And...

I have money to start recording.

All new stuff.

Super happy.

♥ jp

oh. 

And someday maybe I'll tell you about the week I had the stomach flu, Jack had strep throat, and Husband had a minor surgery that left him with lots of stitches.  

Yes, it's Friday and we've survived!

And we're all better.

Thanks.

pander king.

At some point I'll get back to actually writing about stuff on here.

We've all been sick.

(we're almost all better, thanks.)

Been reading children's books and eating lime sherbet w/sprite with the kid.

My phone needs a phone doctor.

The camera apps have all gone crazy so when we were in Nashville, I only got a couple of pics.

Also left my Nikon at home, all packed up and charged.

Why do I do it.

Jack at the Ryman with crazy hair.

Maybe he'll play on that stage someday.

A mother can only hope.

Grammy and Big T bought him a little guitar to add to his collection of guitars.

He insisted on sitting by Minnie Pearl.

He threw about 30 dollars worth of coins into water fountains while we were in Nashville.

Look on the bright side.

At least he didn't crawl in for a swim.

Regretting not buying this dress.  

I know.

JUST BUY THE DAMN DRESS already, Jaguar Paw.

(like my socks?)

It's hard to buy things for myself.

I didn't have that problem before I was someone's mommy.

No worries!

I finally found the new Prada and fell in love.

It's called Candy.

(calorie-free candy!)

I bought it.

Yay for Mommy!

you go, girl.

If you steal it from me, I will kill you.

Just so on the fence about these bangs.  

I like them.

I like them not.

I like them.

I like them not.

I like them?

My chicken is almost rid of his sickness.  

I let him stay home from school one more day because he said he 

"weally want to stay wis mommy today."

He knows how to turn on the cute to get what he wants.

Did he get that from mommy or daddy?

One last thing.  Jack says he's the pander king.  I think that's like king of all panda bears but I'm not sure.

♥ jp

current. obsessions.

Jack is sick.  I'm sick.  Husband is sick.

cough cough

Spent the last week/weekend in Nashville.

In love with that place.

Love that every stop in Arkansas and Tennessee has multiple flavors of moon pies.

I ate 1 bite of a chocolate one.

(There's 300 calories in a whole one so no thank you!)

Jack and I are being sick and lazy today so I thought I would share some things I've been loving lately.

Jack in a bow tie.

This kid's shirt never stayed tucked in.  

Really wanting to find toddler suspenders!

Nars lipstick in Schiap.  

I bought it last week and love it!

Lightly layered over lip balm (i like Burt's Bees) it's a pretty wash of cheery pink.

A couple layers of it by itself and it's a semi-matte, almost fluorescent, hot pink.

My longtime favorites include MAC lisptick in Fanfare, Chatterbox, and Lustering.

Those are in my bag at all times!

For polished & slept in kind of hair.

Bumble and bumble brilliantine.

Parisian Chic: A Style Guide by Ines de la Fressange

Nars blush in Super Orgasm.

I've had this for a while but just now swapped out my Too Faced Sun Bunny bronzer for the winter.

If you don't want glitter everywhere, buy Nars blush in Orgasm.  

I love sparkle, myself.

Remember the white dress that I loved but didn't buy because I had no place to wear it?

I found the same dress in hot pink.  

Still no place to wear it.

Still didn't buy it.

Someone, quick!

Have a party!

And invite me.

So I broke down and cut my bangs.

I always do.

Super cute dress from Rebecca's in Arab, Alabama.

Husband had Rebecca send it as a surprise.

Totally obsessed with this panda bear.

♥ jp

just some way.

Sometimes we have time to blog.

Sometimes we don't have time to do anything.

We always have time to take a picture before school.

Even if it makes us late.

Every morning it's a struggle for Jack to eat his breakfast before we leave.

He puts it off and stares at Sesame Street for a while.

Takes a drink of apple juice.

Drinks his yogurt smoothie.

Plays trucks.

Reads books.

Wrestles into his clothes.

Does not want to wear shoes.

Decides he wants to wear shoes.

Does not want to brush his teeth because his juice will "taste."

"Taste" is baby slang for when apple juice tastes gross after brushing your teeth.

Finally brushes his teeth.

Getting out the door is such an ordeal.

Everyday.

Played an awesome show this weekend.

Pics up soon.

Working on new songs for my other project.

Gosh he's cute.

♥ jp

baby trucker.

Jack dropped an F bomb at school on Tuesday.  Seriously, he did.  His friend said it first and Jack repeated it, his teachers said.  Later that day, he shouted the word over and over as we browsed the aisles of the grocery store.  Someone walks by, FBOMB!  He throws something out of the cart, FBOMB!

Holy crap what do I do?

I don't know either so I ignored it and changed the subject, asking him to help Mommy pick out a new kind of tea.  I mean, I'm no saint-  believe me.  Plenty of bad words have escaped this mouth but I assure you, I (mostly) kicked the habit back when I was pregnant, knowing full well it would take me until the baby was on the verge of talking to actually watch my language.

Sunday we took Jack to play at my BFF/rock'n'roll soulmate's house to play with her nieces.  The kids kicked a soccer ball around, drank capri suns, and performed dances to pop music for us.  The concrete patio transformed into a stage.  It was all very cute.  (Until Jack got a little too comfortable and started being rowdy again...)

This afternoon Jack told me his kitties weren't at home.  Oh Really?  I see.  Apparently "they went to Target to look at things."

I'm struggling with Halloween costumes, people.  Help me out.

♥ jp

TGIalmostF!