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.

1 comment:

Crystal said...

Congrats on the new digs!! Katie is the cutest!! Have a very Merry Christmas!!