Why is six afraid of seven?
Because seven ate nine.
Get it? 7-8-9? Today's date.
Okay, I admit. I inserted this post after-the-fact. But it's funny. :)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
2 Months
I know I say this every time I post an update on the baby, but, my goodness, time flies!
Today, Elsie is 2 months old. That sounds like an eternity though I know it barely is scratching the surface. I think we're going to do a portrait session sometime this week with my sister as the photog. I'm also taking Elsie to see some friends of mine this week--I'm very excited. And we're dressing up for Cow Appreciation Day at Chik-Fil-A on Friday to get some free food.
I miss my husband and I want to see him again soon. Three weeks is a long time. I'm only 2 days into this adventure.
I'm tired and am going to bed, but will post photos as I get them.
Cheers.
Today, Elsie is 2 months old. That sounds like an eternity though I know it barely is scratching the surface. I think we're going to do a portrait session sometime this week with my sister as the photog. I'm also taking Elsie to see some friends of mine this week--I'm very excited. And we're dressing up for Cow Appreciation Day at Chik-Fil-A on Friday to get some free food.
I miss my husband and I want to see him again soon. Three weeks is a long time. I'm only 2 days into this adventure.
I'm tired and am going to bed, but will post photos as I get them.
Cheers.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy, Happy 4th
I love fireworks. I love wedding receptions. Today, I had both. :)
Last year on this day I was up in Boston listening to the Pops Orchestra and watching the most spectacular fireworks display I have ever seen, while spending some crazy travel time with my best friend. This year, we were driving home from a wedding and since my parents live out in the country, everyone gets their own fireworks, and we drove home through a 360-degree fireworks display. It was awesome. Cars were pulling over to the side of the road so that they didn't cause accidents watching while driving.
We came to Texas, and got in yesterday evening, to attend the wedding of one of Eli's former residents when he was an RA at Baylor Plaza. It was perhaps the most benign ceremony that did not include any mentions of God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit. The minister did refer to marriage as a covenant, but she never mentioned with whom. And at the end, just before the couple walked down the aisle as husband and wife she threw in a gratuitous "Trust the Lord with all your heart..." verse that seemed like an afterthought and didn't fit in. Thank goodness for wedding receptions.
I LOVE wedding receptions. No, it's not only about the free food. It's mostly about the dancing. Let there be dancing, indeed. I think Eli and I should hire ourselves out as professional wedding reception guests, ice breakers if you will. I'll break the ice and start the buffet line. And we'll break the ice and start the dancing. We did both of those things tonight and just got the ball a-rolling.
The two BEST wedding receptions I have ever attended were Michelle & Javier's, and Erin & Doug's. Talk about some awesome work-up-a-sweat dance opportunities. Also, M & S's wedding on 7/7/07, but that doesn't really count because I was married to a groomsman, though we did have a great time and M told me he is glad that I am his sister-in-law after seeing me dance. That is probably one of my happiest, feel-good, heck-yeah-I'm-a-Beaver-moments. For those of you who have never seen me dance, I must tell you that I'm a dancing MACHINE. I love it. I love the cheesiness of it. Wedding reception dancing is very different from, say, Dancing with the Stars, which I also love, or from hip-hop know-how and formal dance choreography, with which I have minimal experience. Wedding receptions require straight up cheese, and I'm all over it. Thankfully, my husband is not [too] embarassed by me. [I steal my moves from cheese-tastic dance movies and dance sequences in non-dance movies--Grease--, and from other dancers who are messing around with "the sprinkler" and such classic moves--thank you John M. for getting me started, lo those many years ago.]
So, today was overall a spectacular day because I got to do two of the simplest things that make me the happiest--watch fireworks and dance like a maniac who was let out of the institution on a field trip. Aahhh. This, my friends, is truly the life.
Cheers!
Last year on this day I was up in Boston listening to the Pops Orchestra and watching the most spectacular fireworks display I have ever seen, while spending some crazy travel time with my best friend. This year, we were driving home from a wedding and since my parents live out in the country, everyone gets their own fireworks, and we drove home through a 360-degree fireworks display. It was awesome. Cars were pulling over to the side of the road so that they didn't cause accidents watching while driving.
We came to Texas, and got in yesterday evening, to attend the wedding of one of Eli's former residents when he was an RA at Baylor Plaza. It was perhaps the most benign ceremony that did not include any mentions of God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit. The minister did refer to marriage as a covenant, but she never mentioned with whom. And at the end, just before the couple walked down the aisle as husband and wife she threw in a gratuitous "Trust the Lord with all your heart..." verse that seemed like an afterthought and didn't fit in. Thank goodness for wedding receptions.
I LOVE wedding receptions. No, it's not only about the free food. It's mostly about the dancing. Let there be dancing, indeed. I think Eli and I should hire ourselves out as professional wedding reception guests, ice breakers if you will. I'll break the ice and start the buffet line. And we'll break the ice and start the dancing. We did both of those things tonight and just got the ball a-rolling.
The two BEST wedding receptions I have ever attended were Michelle & Javier's, and Erin & Doug's. Talk about some awesome work-up-a-sweat dance opportunities. Also, M & S's wedding on 7/7/07, but that doesn't really count because I was married to a groomsman, though we did have a great time and M told me he is glad that I am his sister-in-law after seeing me dance. That is probably one of my happiest, feel-good, heck-yeah-I'm-a-Beaver-moments. For those of you who have never seen me dance, I must tell you that I'm a dancing MACHINE. I love it. I love the cheesiness of it. Wedding reception dancing is very different from, say, Dancing with the Stars, which I also love, or from hip-hop know-how and formal dance choreography, with which I have minimal experience. Wedding receptions require straight up cheese, and I'm all over it. Thankfully, my husband is not [too] embarassed by me. [I steal my moves from cheese-tastic dance movies and dance sequences in non-dance movies--Grease--, and from other dancers who are messing around with "the sprinkler" and such classic moves--thank you John M. for getting me started, lo those many years ago.]
So, today was overall a spectacular day because I got to do two of the simplest things that make me the happiest--watch fireworks and dance like a maniac who was let out of the institution on a field trip. Aahhh. This, my friends, is truly the life.
Cheers!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
8 Weeks
Elsie is 8 weeks today, and is about to go on a trek through 3 states where's she's never been, making her tally of states visited equal 5. Crazy, right?
In celebration of 8 weeks, I thought I would start by giving Elsie 8 fingers, cutting her total down by 2. Okay, it wasn't intentional, but I tell you, baby fingernails are so tiny! Her thumb and pinky on her right hand bled. I'm a terrible parent. But that was just the beginning.
We went for her 2 months appointment today since we're going out of town (thanks for your prayers that kept the doctor's appointment on schedule) and she had to have 3 shots. She started crying before the nurse even came into the room (naked and cold will do that to a girl) and I used my dad's old line, "You want something to cry about? We'll give you something to cry about." And then she did. I will never get over watching the pain register on her face. :(
Her stats: Head 16 inches. Body 22 3/4 inches. Weight 11 pounds 13 ounces--just shy of twelve pounds.
Eli will be here any minute, and then we're on the road to Texas. See you on the other side (figuratively for most, literally for some).
In celebration of 8 weeks, I thought I would start by giving Elsie 8 fingers, cutting her total down by 2. Okay, it wasn't intentional, but I tell you, baby fingernails are so tiny! Her thumb and pinky on her right hand bled. I'm a terrible parent. But that was just the beginning.
We went for her 2 months appointment today since we're going out of town (thanks for your prayers that kept the doctor's appointment on schedule) and she had to have 3 shots. She started crying before the nurse even came into the room (naked and cold will do that to a girl) and I used my dad's old line, "You want something to cry about? We'll give you something to cry about." And then she did. I will never get over watching the pain register on her face. :(
Her stats: Head 16 inches. Body 22 3/4 inches. Weight 11 pounds 13 ounces--just shy of twelve pounds.
Eli will be here any minute, and then we're on the road to Texas. See you on the other side (figuratively for most, literally for some).
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Happy Julio!
Well, it's July, so that pretty much means that my summer is over. Haha.
I'm spending today and tomorrow morning packing for our trip to Texas. It's hard to know what to bring for three weeks, especially when packing for the baby and trying to fit both of our stuff into one suitcase (& a diaper bag). Good thing Mom and Dad have a new washer and dryer, because I think we're going to have to do a bit of laundry as we go along.
This morning, I was feeling particularly inspired as Elsie continued to sleep and I started laundry, so in proper spontaneous OCD fashion, I decided to clean out the bedroom closet. I hung all Eli's suits together, his pants together, his long-sleeved button-downs together, his polos together, his jerseys together, his flannel-wear together. I finally put up the shoe racks and put shoes on them. and made a bag of clothes to donate. Ahhhh. Relief. It was so chaotic before, and in three weeks when I return from Texas, it will be again. But for today, I feel good. I wish I had a "before" picture.
Also, I finally unpacked my hospital bag. Remember how long it took me to pack the darn thing? Yeah. It took me about as long to unpack it. I could use the excuse that I've been busy, but the truth is that after a couple weeks it just became part of the scenery and I stopped noticing it. That's how the mess starts.
I'm inspired now, because I turned on the TV and though I barely tolerate the show Clean House (the host who wears the huge flower in her hair is ANNOYING), I feel much better about my house. :) Today, they're having a "Messiest House in the Country" marathon. My house is cluttered, but it's nothing like that. In fact, my house is clean comparatively! But, I'm going to try to get it a little cleaner so that when I get back from Texas, the transition from vacationer to working mother will be less stressful.
Off to my projects. Cheers.
I'm spending today and tomorrow morning packing for our trip to Texas. It's hard to know what to bring for three weeks, especially when packing for the baby and trying to fit both of our stuff into one suitcase (& a diaper bag). Good thing Mom and Dad have a new washer and dryer, because I think we're going to have to do a bit of laundry as we go along.
This morning, I was feeling particularly inspired as Elsie continued to sleep and I started laundry, so in proper spontaneous OCD fashion, I decided to clean out the bedroom closet. I hung all Eli's suits together, his pants together, his long-sleeved button-downs together, his polos together, his jerseys together, his flannel-wear together. I finally put up the shoe racks and put shoes on them. and made a bag of clothes to donate. Ahhhh. Relief. It was so chaotic before, and in three weeks when I return from Texas, it will be again. But for today, I feel good. I wish I had a "before" picture.
Also, I finally unpacked my hospital bag. Remember how long it took me to pack the darn thing? Yeah. It took me about as long to unpack it. I could use the excuse that I've been busy, but the truth is that after a couple weeks it just became part of the scenery and I stopped noticing it. That's how the mess starts.
I'm inspired now, because I turned on the TV and though I barely tolerate the show Clean House (the host who wears the huge flower in her hair is ANNOYING), I feel much better about my house. :) Today, they're having a "Messiest House in the Country" marathon. My house is cluttered, but it's nothing like that. In fact, my house is clean comparatively! But, I'm going to try to get it a little cleaner so that when I get back from Texas, the transition from vacationer to working mother will be less stressful.
Off to my projects. Cheers.
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