Posted on | March 30, 2009 | No Comments
today is Scot’s first day of work. it feels weird! sure, he has been working, but on his own schedule. it’s strange to know that every monday through friday will be like it was this morning – kissing him goodbye at 7am. sigh. i’m not going to lie, this is going to be hard.
the little monster and i have had a pretty good day so far. my urges to call Scot and see what he’s up to aren’t really gonna be kosher anymore, so we have to wait for him to call us. i’m sulking, right? i’m just bummed. please ignore me.
i had to share this picture of Harper from the other night – she was happily jumping in her rainforest jumperoo, and apparently got so tuckered out that she fell asleep. her little nose was smashed SO hard against the seat, but she looked content so we didn’t move her. we’re not sure if it was a wandering puppy under her or just the realization that she was asleep standing up that woke her – but lets’ just say she was none too happy to wake up like that. she threw her hands up in the air and let out a cry only ever heard before when shots were involved. the saddest part? her nose had molded upwards like a little piggy, which made the scene that much more sad (and made GG and i giggle – just a little). i scooped her up quick like and she was fine, but holy cow was it sad. poor little jumperdoodle.
in pecker news, Woody (the only appropriate name to give a woodpecker) has been sighted. he is still gracing our chimney with his presence, but we saw him fly from our roof, to the house across the street and peck on her chimney ca
p too! what a jerk. he’s just flying around peckin’ on peoples houses! rude, rude, rude. the day he wakes Harper up from a nap is day he will rue. (or would it be ‘he’ll rue the day’? i’m not going to lie, i’m using a word i’m not sure how to use. i can do what i want, cause it’s my blog).
in baby news, my cousin Katie is having a boy!!! i’m very excited to buy boy things. congrats Katie and Kevin! my friend Roxy just had her bebe girl last week, Sienna Rose, and she is absolutely adorable. miss emily is only a few short days away from the 36 week mark, which means i now offically freak out when her or David call me.
Posted on | March 28, 2009 | 3 Comments
so this week has been pretty disgusting in our house. and it has nothing to do with anything baby related.
like i posted a few weeks ago, Charkey the kitty has come to live with us since Scot’s parents have moved to Yakima. she was a farm cat, only allowed inside on special occasions, so most of her life was spent chasing mice and lounging in various places outside. when Scot lived there, he’d leave his bedroom 
window open and she’d come in at night and sleep with him.
the first week she was at our house, she literally did not leave our bed. although she was probably pretty confused as to where she was, she knew who we were and seemed pretty darn stoked that she got to sleep on a bed all day. we’d comment on how weird it was that she would sleep ALL day, then continue to sleep ALL night at the foot of the bed. good kitty.
she was not at all interested in coming downstairs, because the big mean doggies live down there. once lulu figured out kitty was in the house, it was her mission to be friends. but kitty is NOT interested. 2 times now when Charkey has tried to come downstairs and met the frenchie at the bottom, we’ve almost had to find an emergency vet. Lulu got served. big time. i think she’s learned her lesson, because now kitty comes down and we all hang out like one big happy family. sort of.
on to the disgusting part. earlier this week, i was on the floor playing with Harper and i heard Lulu licking something. (i’m going to go ahead and state now that if you have a sensitive stomach, please skip ahead or close this window all together. please.) now, it’s not weird to hear lulu licking, because the girl is so “special” that she will often lick the carpet, a pillow, someones arm, for minutes at a time. we call it “getting the taste”. anywho, i look over and not only has she vomited, but she is licking it up (please remember as this goes on I WARNED YOU). i yell for Scot and he comes downstairs. there are two huge piles of puke and i am already horrified. we only become more horrified as we realize why she threw up. because she visted the kitty box buffet. YUP, she found Charkey’s litter box and went to town. seems POOP didn’t agree with Lulu’s system. Scot and i literally (or should i say LITTER-ally) gagged the entire time he clea
ned it up, and i am practically gagging now as i type this.
as if that wasn’t bad enough, later that night when we went to go to bed, i come into our room to find a hairball the size of a large mouse on my side of the bed. i almost lose it. kitty has very long hair and lots of it, and since becoming an indoor kitty she is losing it all, all over the house. the half that is not on my carpet is in her tummy, and occasionally it comes up, on MY side of the bed everytime.
oh and the sleeping peacefully at the end of the bed? that’s over. now she chases her own hair tufts in the middle of the night, uses the underside of the mattress as a scratching post, and jumps on the bed near your face simultaneously letting out a loud MEEEOOW to wake you out of your slumber and possibly pee the bed a little bit. then she sits on the night table, playing with my hairband, maybe drinking my water, you know, just chillin’. try and lock her out? oh no – have you ever heard a cat knock on a door? yeah….
to add to the gloriousness, a woodpecker has taken a liking to our roof, mainly the metal chimney cap. the dummy has obviously mistaken it for a tree, and pecks the crap out of it every fifteen minutes. LOVES IT. the way it echoes down the chimney is not annoying AT ALL.
so yeah. good times at the Morrisons. please remember pups, just because it looks like almond rocca doesn’t mean it is.
Posted on | March 27, 2009 | 2 Comments
but this is the last week before Scot starts his new job. although he has been busy this week, we managed to have a family day yesterday and went to ikea. i moby’d the monster and we strolled around. only left with 56 dollars worth of stuff, which was surprising. but it was nice to be out of the house. i’m just itching for the weather to get warm so Harper and i can really take advantage of the outdoors. it will be fun to see her reaction to being outside with the sun on her face (with sunscreen of course) and touch the grass with her toes. we’re in for a fun summer. instead of a huge pregnant chick and two dogs, the kiddie pool will actually be used for a kiddie. can’t wait!
Harper has been rolling from her tummy to her back for some time now, but she still hasn’t mastered the back to tummy. we’ve decided she just isn’t interested. she literally can get all the way over but chooses to stop before her head makes it the rest of the way, as if to say ‘meh, not worth it’. the crazy thing is, she stands only assisted by my two index fingers, and can almost sit without any support. it blows my mind that she’ll be 5 months old next week, but it’s so fun to see her grow and learn so much. there are times when she is so happy she looks like she might burst, and sometimes it makes me cry. in a good way! i just love her so much, and feel so incredibly blessed to have such an amazing little daughter. she’s quickly becoming the funniest person i know, and she can’t even talk.
in (hopefully getting less) chubby news, my e-diets experience is going fairily well. although i’m losing only about a pound a week, i know that is the way to do it and that i’ll be more likely to keep it off that way. it doesn’t even feel like a diet, which is why i like it. i have very little restrictions, so i never really crave anything. i started freaking out for some hagendaaz coffee icecream, my very freakin’ fave, and stumbled across some coffee flavored weight watcher ice cream bars. only 90 calories and totes yummy. crisis averted.
Posted on | March 26, 2009 | 2 Comments
en route to ikea, Scot and i saw a car on the freeway that had an advertisement on the back windshield “Massages by Amy”….
only the ‘M’ had been removed (by either a funny passerby or an unfortunate accident). if anybody needs a Assage by Amy, i can give you the phone number.
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