Posted on | January 9, 2010 | 4 Comments
or my 200th post, something phenomenal, or at least fun, should be going on here. sorry to disappoint, but it’s prolly going to be crap. i’m sick. Scot is sick. H is almost done being sick. this is our normal date night, and instead, the little monster is at my moms so we can have a romantic evening of theraflu, soup and a 8pm bedtime. try not to be jealous, ok?
this is the part where i would declare myself a hot mess, but i think you have to be somewhat hot in order to be that. and people? i am not. i’m surrounded by a pile of used tissues (i’d totally post a picture because it’s that mountainous, but honestly i think avian flu can be spread though blog contact and well, i like you.) and my under-nose is raw. i am the epitome of those new nyquil commercials that show uncomfortably sick people sleeping with their mouths open that make you giggle, until that person is you.
last night, i took daytime theraflu before going to bed. bad idea. i felt all kinds of hyped up and when the cat threatened to cough up a hairball (twice), i think i may have thrown her right into the wall (ok A, i am really ocd about gross stuff being on my comforter, and B, i think the theraflu made me a whackadoo. sorry meow meow) in fear that she would harf it on my head. i got NO sleep, tossed and turned all night, and was miserable. now i’m here whining about it to you, when i should be giving away something cool because it’s my 200th post. sigh.
i have nothing cool to say or giveaway. sorry guys. not only do i not have anything, but i’m actually going to ask you some favors (how big of a jerk am i? ok, don’t answer that). one, someone (seriously, was it you?) nominated this blog for a favorite mommy blogger over at babble. so if you like us, please head over there and hit the thumbs up button by our name.
also, on our FB fan page, upload a ugly picture of your baby. it’s just for fun and came about after i took possibly the most ridiculous photo of Harper EVER. i want to see some oogly pics of some cute babies. the ones that people have posted so far are hilarious! so go over and do that. now.
might as well click on the top baby blogs since you’re here. (i think i just heard the interwebs say “what else do you want from me, blood?!”)
me? i’m off to see who can whine louder, me or Scot. happy 200th, readers.
Posted on | July 5, 2009 | 1 Comment
whew! what a weekend. it was a rare one – Scot was able to have 2 days off. it was awesome to wake up on saturday morning with my husband. he was able to get Harper up and change her and play with her (something he NEVER gets to do because of work, then Sunday mornings she is at my moms, so literally he hadn’t done this since probably march). thursday his car broke down (frowny face), so that morning we had it towed to our house so we can figure out what to do with it. we aren’t going to fix it because there is no way it would be worth it. boo on all fronts.
we had a yummy lunch just the 3 of us at fondi (seriously my new favorite place – their chop salad is tdf) and then hit up ben & jerry’s for some cones. holy heck it has been HOT the past few days. luckily my awesome mama got us an uber fancy fan/ionizer that is keeping the downstairs cool. Harper decided to model her new bikini that was a gift from auntie & uncle bobby (photo evidence in last post), then we headed to GG’s so H could spend the nightwe were off to bree and barham’s place for hot dogs and mojitos.
totally fun evening spent watching fireworks, perfecting our mojito recipe and i even tried a mint julep for the first time. my worst nightmare came true as i fully made their toilet overflow (NOT because i pood or anything, but because the last person had left a WAD of tp). i made the mistake of flushing again after the first time didn’t work, and stood in horror as the water came up and out of the toilet (i can’t stress enough how scared i am of doing this at people’s houses). bree came to the rescue with a plunger, but i had to endure countless jokes from the the dudes for the rest of evening about how my poo clogged the toilet. ugh. (i repeat: i did NOT poo).
we walked along the waterfront to find fireworks and got a little silly. we then headed back to the house and Rere (their cat) showed us how to use the pull up bar that Barham had bought:
we super slept in this morning, picked up the monster and proceeded to lounge around all day watching the deadliest catch marathon. good weekend! and now on to finding a new car for the hubs.
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 | February 20, 2009 | No Comments
Auntie Kristin came and gave us a bunch of AWESOME stuff! Here’s Harper in her new rainforest bouncer. it kinda swallows her, and her toes don’t quite touch the ground yet…but does it look like she cares?
happy valentines day! squeezes for my new valentine.
another gift from Auntie Kristin – a Bumbo! the nugget just loves it. and the tray is great, she is starting to reach for toys when i set them on it.
meet our new kitty, Charkey. she’s adjusting to life inside after being a country kitty at Scot’s parents house for her whole kitty life! her favorite things are Harper and our bed.
