Well, I hope you all survived and didn't die of majorly gluttonous decisions like I almost did. It was quite the delicious holiday this year. Except that a couple of sad things happened. I'll get those out of the way first.
First, as I was attempting to fix the settings on my wee little camera, I accidentally wiped my memory card. Like, I lost all the pictures from the first day of our trip. Sad . . .
And I don't know if I saved all the pictures from the rest of December because of the second bit of sad news, which is that my computer is dying. I'm currently writing on Mike's computer. My computer is dying slow, sad, painful death, and I don't want to turn it on again until I have a hard drive or something to save all my music and pictures on just in case the thing dies suddenly in the night. *Sniff sniff*
So, electronically I've been having some grief. Literally, like mourning a death. But other that that I had a good time! We totally needed to get out of town, and it was amazing getting to spend time with Mike's whole family, even if there were 13 to the table.
We flew to Seattle Friday night before Christmas and Katie DEFINITELY loved it. She was busy the whole time trying to mess with the trays, looking out the window, and flirting with Uncle Brett behind us. It was ridiculous. Then she fell asleep as soon as we stuck her in her car seat to drive home from the airport, and didn't wake up until 7:30 the next morning.
We had a really good time not really doing anything all weekend and just playing games and relaxing and eating sugary things the neighbors dropped off. It was awesome. And it ended exactly how vacations are supposed to end: by not wanting to go home. But we did Monday night. And I can't really complain because the reason we didn't get a whole week of vacation is that Mike has a job and can support our family again. Sigh . . .
But we had a good time. We took family pictures, had a lovely relaxing Sunday morning Christmas, and played a lot of board games and word games. Also, Katie and her cousins are SO cute together. I can't even stand it.
Then, on Tuesday, we had our 3rd anniversary. Can you believe it? I can't. It's weird. We're practically OLDY WEDS. Ew. But we went to Olive Garden and actually ordered dessert and it was really fun. And Katie got to hang with her aunties and uncles. Not the Washington ones, though, because we were already home because Mike had to work. Sigh . . .
And that's about it. I'm not feeling particularly funny today. Oh! Yesterday afternoon after my eyeball appointment, my mom and I ran to the grocery store. When we went into the store, it was bright and sunshiny and I was having a hard time because my eyes were still really dilated. But when we came out, the sun was off in the distance and there was a storm front coming toward us of almost cartoon proportions! (I'm not kidding. The thing totally had a growly face on it.) It was coming faster than an airplane would and we had to run to our car so we wouldn't get hit by lightning. Other unsuspecting Albertson's customers were becoming casualties right and left! (yeah, I'm just kidding. I've probably been reading too much Calvin and Hobbes.)
Anyhow, we dashed home through pelting hail that was piling up in the gutters and almost looked like a foot of snow except it was snow that hurts. And you know what? By the time we got the groceries out of the car, it was just a light rain and the storm part had passed. Holy cow, can you say brush with death?
And now it's all sunshiny outside. Happy New Year!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Big news. BIG news.
No, I'm not pregnant. How dare you for thinking that anyhow? Geez . . .
Actually, we moved. (!!!!!) Yes, quite. To a cute little slice of house (i.e., townhouse) of which I have not taken any pictures yet except for those of Katie's eating utensil adventures. And those pretty much only show the high chair and some radiant light from my enormous sliding-glass door of a kitchen window. Muahaha. (I'll probably be convinced by my conscience that I need to post said utensil pictures, so they'll probably be at the end of this post. If I feel guilty enough.)
I do owe all of you an apology for neglecting my blog for the last several weeks, but I have not had internet in my new place until today. So, terribly sorry, dear friends. Because I know you've all been drooling over your computers for the last few weeks every day hoping to see a new post, and then been terribly disappointed.
Anyways, so we moved in on Saturday the 3rd, and my life ever since has been wholly consumed with diaper rash and what the heck is causing it. Our conclusion? Our water had all kinds of gunk in it and we needed to buy a new Brita filter, and also Katie is MAJORLY allergic to Boudreaux's Butt Paste (my mom won't say that word. I heard her not say it to my dad and he laughed.) Like, it made her poor little bummy blister. What the heck? How could you be so cruel to children?
Aside from the blisters, though, the change to our own apartment has been amazing. Let me explain. The #1 reason we were so anxious to get out of my parents' basement was so that Katie could have her own bedroom and leave us the heck alone. I was tired of waking up every morning with a fat lip and a black eye, and I know Mike was tired of getting kicked out of bed every night at 4 am. Quite literally.
So, almost as soon as we got here, we determined to teach Katie to sleep in her own bed. Which means that we decided on a bedtime routine and put it into effect, and Katie put herself to sleep while Mike let me sob on his shoulder. Oh no! I mean, um, while I stalwartly made her deal with things . . . um . . . yeah, okay. I bawled the first three nights.
But now! She does cry a little when I make her let me brush her two teeth, but after her story and all seven (four in English and three in Portuguese) verses of "I am a Child of God," she even lets me tuck her in, sighs a little bit and is asleep before I even get downstairs. And guess when her bedtime is? 8 or 8:30 pm. And guess when she wakes up? 8:30 or 9 am. HALLELUJAH!!!!
And now a few pictures of the last few weeks to make up for my not having internet.
Yes, that is bacon. Maple bacon cupcakes. I made them for my bro Parker because . . . (drum roll please) . . . he's an Eagle Scout! Congrats, man!
Preface to the next couple pictures: The other day, I was feeding Katie some yogurt, and she was starting to get really bored of it, so I assumed she was full. I left her in her chair to talk to me while I was putting up Christmas decorations, but I also unthinkingly left the half-full thing of yogurt on her tray. I turned around after a couple of nativities and saw this:
Yay! Learning to use a utensil! I thought it was very cute and got all excited because she was actually trying to spoon yogurt into her mouth like I had done. So I let her continue and got out the camera, naturally. After a few minutes, however, it went from cute little spoonfuls to outright frenzy.
Is yogurt a good exfoliant? Maybe so. But she had a good amount of fun. And then it got even better because I had to strip her naked and give her a bath to get the yogurt out of her eyelashes and out of her armpits. And I'm not exaggerating. At all. Then she got to wear a cute new pink outfit while she waited at the window for Daddy to get home from work.
And well, I had to put these pictures up. We went back to my parents' for dinner and discovered that they had Christmas-ified their house now that they didn't have a 1-year-old living with them to knock everything over. But it's okay, because Katie matched. (Please pay attention to the tights. I want somebody to find them in adult sizes so I can get some for me.)
I'm kinda loving life right now. The only big problem with living here? I don't have a single cup of powdered sugar with which to make delicious cupcakes and frosting because I haven't gone grocery shopping since our initial stock-up. Horrible thought.
Actually, we moved. (!!!!!) Yes, quite. To a cute little slice of house (i.e., townhouse) of which I have not taken any pictures yet except for those of Katie's eating utensil adventures. And those pretty much only show the high chair and some radiant light from my enormous sliding-glass door of a kitchen window. Muahaha. (I'll probably be convinced by my conscience that I need to post said utensil pictures, so they'll probably be at the end of this post. If I feel guilty enough.)
I do owe all of you an apology for neglecting my blog for the last several weeks, but I have not had internet in my new place until today. So, terribly sorry, dear friends. Because I know you've all been drooling over your computers for the last few weeks every day hoping to see a new post, and then been terribly disappointed.
Anyways, so we moved in on Saturday the 3rd, and my life ever since has been wholly consumed with diaper rash and what the heck is causing it. Our conclusion? Our water had all kinds of gunk in it and we needed to buy a new Brita filter, and also Katie is MAJORLY allergic to Boudreaux's Butt Paste (my mom won't say that word. I heard her not say it to my dad and he laughed.) Like, it made her poor little bummy blister. What the heck? How could you be so cruel to children?
Aside from the blisters, though, the change to our own apartment has been amazing. Let me explain. The #1 reason we were so anxious to get out of my parents' basement was so that Katie could have her own bedroom and leave us the heck alone. I was tired of waking up every morning with a fat lip and a black eye, and I know Mike was tired of getting kicked out of bed every night at 4 am. Quite literally.
So, almost as soon as we got here, we determined to teach Katie to sleep in her own bed. Which means that we decided on a bedtime routine and put it into effect, and Katie put herself to sleep while Mike let me sob on his shoulder. Oh no! I mean, um, while I stalwartly made her deal with things . . . um . . . yeah, okay. I bawled the first three nights.
But now! She does cry a little when I make her let me brush her two teeth, but after her story and all seven (four in English and three in Portuguese) verses of "I am a Child of God," she even lets me tuck her in, sighs a little bit and is asleep before I even get downstairs. And guess when her bedtime is? 8 or 8:30 pm. And guess when she wakes up? 8:30 or 9 am. HALLELUJAH!!!!
And now a few pictures of the last few weeks to make up for my not having internet.
Yes, that is bacon. Maple bacon cupcakes. I made them for my bro Parker because . . . (drum roll please) . . . he's an Eagle Scout! Congrats, man!
Preface to the next couple pictures: The other day, I was feeding Katie some yogurt, and she was starting to get really bored of it, so I assumed she was full. I left her in her chair to talk to me while I was putting up Christmas decorations, but I also unthinkingly left the half-full thing of yogurt on her tray. I turned around after a couple of nativities and saw this:
Yay! Learning to use a utensil! I thought it was very cute and got all excited because she was actually trying to spoon yogurt into her mouth like I had done. So I let her continue and got out the camera, naturally. After a few minutes, however, it went from cute little spoonfuls to outright frenzy.
Is yogurt a good exfoliant? Maybe so. But she had a good amount of fun. And then it got even better because I had to strip her naked and give her a bath to get the yogurt out of her eyelashes and out of her armpits. And I'm not exaggerating. At all. Then she got to wear a cute new pink outfit while she waited at the window for Daddy to get home from work.
And well, I had to put these pictures up. We went back to my parents' for dinner and discovered that they had Christmas-ified their house now that they didn't have a 1-year-old living with them to knock everything over. But it's okay, because Katie matched. (Please pay attention to the tights. I want somebody to find them in adult sizes so I can get some for me.)
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