Posted on | June 26, 2009 | No Comments
ok! well i’ve officially moved over to wordpress. why? i have a few friends who use it and if you haven’t noticed, i really like messing around with my blog (that’s code for i have a LOT of time on my hands), so how better to mess with it than to move it completely? i’m a loser.
so please bear with me as i navigate uncharted territory. i *think* i’m going to like it here, and i better, since i just spent the better part of an evening importing my old blogger blog. if you like us, you’ll save this new link to your favorites and keep playing with us. and if not, then get out! we didn’t want you here anyways! ::slams door::
Posted on | June 25, 2009 | No Comments
little H is trying to grow up. i wish she’d slow down. these are her new things this week:
1) trying really hard to crawl. it was less than 2 weeks ago that she even learned to get up on her hands and knees, and now she is almost on the move. i thought for sure it would be like months of just rocking back and forth before she learned to crawl. wishful thinking i guess. today she got the leg part down but still doesn’t have the arm coordination. i am terrified.
2) tantrums. this = not a fan of. if i do one little thing she doesn’t approve of, it’s freak out mode. one thing she really doesn’t like (and this is strange) is when i’m feeding her food on a spoon, after she takes the bite in her mouth, i try and clean up the leftovers under her chin with the side of the spoon. you know, to keep things a little cleaner (why bother, right?). well geeeeez, you’d thought i’d shot her dog or something. she even tries to hit me. i mean, i’m sure she is just flailing her chubby little arms in disapproval, but it feels to my little heart like she is trying to hit me. cue tears. she has spent a lot more time crying in fits this week when she isn’t happy, which isn’t really like her, so i’m going to chalk it up to more teeth trying to make their debut, and not believe that my not-even-8 month old is actually throwing fits.
3) the cutest little face where it looks like she is chewing gum, but she is really just feeling her teeth. adorable. almost makes up for the tantrums.
4) loving our daily 2 mile walks. she is not a fan of being strapped into the stroller (see also: tantrums), so i let her sit in it without. before you call cps on me, she sits completely still in her seat (for now), holds onto the tray and squeals in delight as we walk. she yells at doggies passing by, smiles at other people walking, and tries to communicate with the birdies. darnright precious.
Posted on | June 23, 2009 | 2 Comments
dear kelloggs special K chocolatey delight,
you have been a naughty cereal and now you must be punished. why must you taste so good? no person in their right mind should have to buy 2 or more boxes of you a week, yet here i am contemplating eating you for the third, yes THIRD time today.
first, there is breakfast. i mean, that’s what you’re here for right? the most important meal of the day is now the most chocolatey. then there is the times when i need a little snack, like right after lunch. you’re there for me. and then there are times like now, when it’s time to go to bed, but we don’t have ice cream and you’d make the perfect dessert.
i might have to stop buying you all together. but your box says i could lose up to 2 inches off my waistline by eating you. i have a bad feeling they don’t mean if you eat it 3 times a day. boo.
see you tomorrow morning.
LOVE,
mandy
Posted on | June 22, 2009 | 2 Comments
today is scot’s very first fathers day. he has a lifetime of them ahead of him, but this is his very first. if only there were a way to show someone how much they are really, truly appreciated for everything they do. my hub works 40-50 hours a week at his day job, and around 15-20 hours doing landscaping on the side – all so Harper doesn’t have to go to daycare. all so i can stay home and raise her. all so we can have a roof over our heads and food on the table. it’s really tough for all three of us (most of all for him), but he does it anyways. and he comes home dirty, sweaty and tired, but always scoops up the kiddo and gives me a big hug and kiss. to know that Harper has him for her daddy could not possibly make me happier or more proud. he is an amazing man. i lub you honey!
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