Casa Futura

(Image courtesy of local MLS)

Yup. It's ours, pending financing. Unbelievable.

Here's the mirror-image floor plan:



Can't believe it.

10 Months

I can't believe we're at the ten month mark already. I was thinking last night about how I wasn't going to have much to post about since Elsie was an overachiever in her ninth month, but she stayed up working on something to share. More on that in a minute.

Today is that last day of nursing. I'm sad in a weird way. I dropped the bedtime feeding a week ago when she didn't really show an interest, and have only been nursing first thing in the morning. Today, we nursed and then talked and made googly eyes at each other before I remembered that she had had food in her hair yesterday and desperately needed a bath. After her bath, I had her all wrapped up like a baby bath taco, and she was smiling up at me, and I had to take a second look.

I stuck my finger in her mouth, and sure enough, there it was. The sharp corner of a white thing poking out of her lower gum. Just a wee bit. Just enough to notice. I called Eli in for a second opinion. He concurred.

So, Ladies and Gentleman, we have a TOOTH (sort of). At least this month, there will be one.

And leave it to Elsie to be the best baby about it. Her appetite and sleep haven't been affected heretofore. Our good friends watched her two nights ago while we went to a high school play (Southern Hospitality...very funny) and when we came to get Elsie, AB said that that was the easiest time she's had putting a child to bed in three years (she has both a 2- and an almost 4-year-old) and I believe her exact words were, "DON'T pay a babysitter to do that." I laughed about that all the way home.

Anyway, I guess this means I'm going to need to start thinking about a birthday party for a one-year old. Time's a tickin'.

Oh, and Stacey, her favorite teething toy has been the wire (the red spiral one) from the bead toy you got her for Christmas. :)

Cheers!

When Daddy's in Charge

Elsie received an invitation to a friend's birthday party--her first official social engagement. I was very sad I had to miss it, but I had to work at Sylvan and go to a Sun Belt meeting immediately after, so I made sure that Eli could take her. It was the birthday boy's 2nd birthday, and it was a pajamas and donuts party (cute idea). I figured Eli could handle it.

At some point during the morning I received a text message, something cryptic about chocolate milk being Elsie-approved! You know, my first reaction was WHAT?!?!? But, I think that was the control freak in me. I mean, I know that pediatricians recommend that babies under twelve months NOT have cow's milk, but I didn't think that Eli knew that. And then my more laissez-faire side kicked in. In all likelyhood, Elsie's pediatrician would be at that party, and I'm sure she would say something if it were a major problem. Right? :)

And then I received incriminating photographic evidence that is too cute not to show you. So, I didn't have to 100% miss out on this...milestone? And, yes, that's Eli's hand holding the bottle.

Some Love

It's been too long since I shared some bloggy love about my husband, so here goes.

I am married to a wonderful man.

(And he's pretty cute, too...)

Thank you, God, for this blessing in my life.

Thank you, Eli, for all you are and for all you do.

Cheers!

Countdown

Okay, yes, if you know me, you know that I'm a number nerd.

The Beavers were all born on prime number days.
Elsie was born on 5/7/9.
My favorite time of day is 12:34 (both a.m. and p.m.).
I also enjoy 11:11, 1:11, etc. and 1:23, 2:34, 3:45, and 4:56.
6:13 is my "magic birthday time" since I was born on 6/13.

And....(drum roll)

I have been excited all day because the date is 3/2/10.

3-2-1-0

Sweet order in the chaos.

Cheers.