We started Libby on cereal last Saturday. She wasn't so sure about it the first day but the second day she grabbed that spoon out of my hand, stuck it in her mouth and started making happy noises. I guess she was ready! Today she's 5 months old, I really can't believe how fast time is going. She is such a joy and blessing.
I am fixing Thanksgiving dinner. I've chosen to only make a turkey breast. Suddenly, I have more guests coming. So I tell the other person in my dream I know about the old trick of cooking a chicken and just mixing in the slices of meat so everyone thinks it is just turkey. The worse part is that my extra guests are all Democratic Presidential Candidates and, of course, Guiliani.
Yep, I woke up and told Mike that I had just had a WEIRD BAD dream.
Dearest Marc, Mike's grand dad and bearer of mystery seeds, called last night. I had tried calling him a day or so before but was unable to get a hold of him. I had previously thought that he had given me minature red popcorn seeds but no ears were being produced and a nagging suspicion led me to believe that I had guessed wrongly.
Marc said, "Does the top kinda stick out like a broom?"
"Yes"
"Does that give you any ideas?"
"Nooooo"
I'm afraid I might have let Marc down because I don't believe I've even heard of broom corn before last night. He expected more out of me, me being a farm girl and all. Oh well, I do believe I've been properly "city-fied."
Last Sunday, I had an idea to disguise a not so pleasant area in our house. So I went to JoAnn's and they were selling remnants of decorator fabric at a really low price. So, I decided to add another project. Here they are! I'm finally getting faster with that sewing machine!
Here's our old entertainment center. The big box area has become a dumping ground for miscellaneous things so I decided to cover it up.
one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! NOT!!!!
So, it has been raining. It has been raining a lot. The grass is green and the air is sticky. And ants are on the prowl. We've had them off and on all summer by the front door. No biggy. I saw that they were starting to mobilize toward the dining room and it occurred to me that I should really keep my floor swept extra well. It didn't really look like they were heading for the pantry but I've got extra space for our cereal in our fridge so I wasn't too concerned (this lackadaisical attitude is gone now by-the-way).
This morning, Mike said, "We have a situation downstairs." I knew he was talking about the ants. I thought for sure they'd gotten into the pantry and I was not looking forward to that (especially with friends coming over this morning!).
I gasped as I said "They've gotten into the food!" Mike didn't think so. I said, "So where?"
"I want you to come see so you know what to change." What to change? I felt my cleaning skills had been grossly insulted.
So I went downstairs and heard Mike say, "Follow the trail." So I did. From the front door, to the bathroom door, around the corner by our desk (I'm thinking OH NO! It IS the pantry!), around to where the diaper bag is sitting underneath the desk, to the...wait....they've stopped at the diaper bag. Well, that's good. I pick it up, there are a few underneath it. No biggy. I'm really stumped as to what the "situation" is. Then I see! They are in the diaper bag! Lots of them are in the diaper bag! What on earth!
Some hesitant investigation (seriously, would you want to put your hand in a bag full of ants?), produced the culprit. What could it be you ask yourselves? I had no idea it was there. It was a smushed tootsie roll probably left over from one of the parades we went to this summer. Gross!
The mess has been cleaned up and all is well. Now, I need to go get some good ant traps so they DON'T make it to my pantry.
So, if you've made it to the end of this story you deserve a picture of my kids ;)
Yesterday Luke got his shots for school. Does anyone remember getting their shots? I do! Hysterical comes close to describing it. Two people held me down while the nurse gave me a shot in my tush (btw - they now get THREE shots). I was screaming and kicking the whole time. I'm sure the nurse had nightmares from the whole experience. That night, my aunt and uncle came over to visit and saw that I was limping due to the soreness. My aunt was sure something had gone wrong with the shot. Was it infected? Everything was fine and I think I was back to normal in a day or two. The massive amount of soreness probably was due to the fact that I was so tense during the whole ordeal.
Now, here's my firstborn ready to go get his shots. We talk to him about being brave and what's going to happen but he really doesn't seem concerned about the whole deal. We go in and it is time for the shots. He hops right up onto the examination table, lies down. The nurse asks me to hold his arms and tells Luke he can give me a hug during the shots. So that's what we do. Not that he needed to; honestly, he didn't even flinch or gasp. When all was said and done, he jumped down, picked out his pencil and his stickers. Then we went home. No tears, no screams.
I ask, "How are you doing?"
He says "great."
"Are your legs sore?"
"My legs are sore a little bit where she gave me the shot."
"Okay, let's go get some ice cream."
So we went to the McDonald's drive-thru and each got a small chocolate shake. I am supremely happy that Luke didn't inherit certain personality traits from me. Now, Abby, she may be another story. :)
PS - I just want everyone to know that I've toughened up a bit. 2 fillings without novocaine and 3 births later, I just might qualify for the Marines as well ;)
Last Monday, Libby had her 4 month check-up. She's doing wonderfully. At that time she weighed 13lbs. 14 oz (50th percentile) and was 25 inches long (75th percentile). Getting her out of her car seat at the doctor's office, I noticed a slight runny nose. Well, she developed her first little cold, which she then gave to me. Mike felt left out so he caught it too. Libby really has been acting great despite her first illness (maybe she just doesn't know she's supposed to be fussy now). Mike and I are almost over ours but Libby still has a little cough each time she wakes up. Here's a recent photo (taken today in fact!)
