Thanksgiving 2009

As expected, Mads was the star of the Thanksgiving show:

This is my contribution to the meal. It's a pumpkin-gingerbread-trifle and it feeds about 20, haha.

Mads lost her clothes quickly after the meal:

Can you find Jeffrey? Funny guy.

My cousin, Haili, is pregnant with her first. She's 20 weeks and everyone at Thanksgiving was buzzing because she had just found out that it's a boy (she wanted a boy). During prayer, Daddy said something about "yadda yadda and protect these new babies coming..." Babies? How many is Haili having? A whole litter? I glanced at Mum who gave me an oogly eye, then to Tammy who had a big, fat smirk on her face. Weird. Twenty-seven seconds after saying Amen, Daddy says, "So do you girls have any ideas on names yet?" Plural again. Is he losing it? What girls? I threw another glance at Mum, she was no help whatsoever, so back to Tammy who said, "You might as well just tell everyone now... Aimee."

It's true. I'm 12 weeks pregnant and it was a deep, dark secret until Thanksgiving dinner. Now the whole world knows.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Vagina Candies

You need a bag of rolos, a bag of mini pretzels and a bag of nuts (whole nuts, not crushed). I use pecans because, well...

Vagina Candies

Preheat your oven to 350
1. Upwrap your Rolos (this is the hardest part and takes FOREVER). Place pretzels on baking sheet. Top with a Rolo.

2. Bake in oven for 3-5 minutes, until the chocolate just begins to melt. Pay attention! You don't want them to actually cook, just to get soft, NOT completely melted.

3. Remove from oven, place on cooling rack and immediately squish the chocolate with a nut (a pecan looks the most "vulva-like" but they taste good with ANY nut). Watch the caramel oooze out.

I put my cookie sheet of vaginas directly into the fridge so they kind of "set." Then I just snap them off the sheet. Serve them at room temp though, cold vaginas are hard on the teeth!

Enjoy!!

18 Month Word List

I started to list Madelynn's new words on her life wall, but I kind of lost track somewhere along the line. Instead of trying to compare and remove the ones I've already posted, I'm just gonna list ALL of them, right here, and be done with it. So here it goes.

Dog (woof), cat, sheep (baaa), cow (moo), pig, lion (rorrr), fish, kitty, puppy
Up, down, in, out, bath, done, bed, sleep, pee, potty, poop
Hi, bye, kiss, hug, what, here, see, shirt, shoes, socks, towel
Eyes, nose, toes, ears, hair, head, hat, knees, teeth, mouth, hand
Phone, TV, cheese, cookie, juice, milk, water, ice, door, wall, pizza
Mommy, Daddy, mine, baby, boy, girl, Pappy, Grammy, Mase
Sippy, hot, cold, peas, green, blue, bear, pony, block, doll, lamp, book
Open, close, smell, tongue, nails, cup, bottle, soap, clock, car, snail, crayon
Swing, toll (stroller), tree, sun, moon, star, shit (yup), but (butterfly), dance
Bad, good, keys, yes, no, chair, boom, spoon, coffee, boat, boob, bee, shirt
Eww, more, duck, tickle, ball, bug (followed by "eww"), bowl, bird, apple
Grape, ouch, sit, rock (as in rocking, not like a rock) go, ride

That has to be it. I'm like, hurting myself over here trying to remember everything she's ever said. Jeffrey and I spend our days arguing over who heard each word first, it goes something like this:

A: She said 'down' today.

J: She said 'down' yesterday, too.

A: Oh, well she said 'ouch' today...

J: She said that like, three days ago.

A: Eff you.

She's hard to keep up with.

Speaking of rocking (which I did somewhere up there), my little lovely has decided that she's too old to be rocked to sleep. Whaaat? Instead of rocking, I say "time for sleep!" and she marches her little behind into the bedroom and lays down. Of course I have to lay with her, trying to be silent while she painfully yanks on my hair for twenty-five minutes until she falls asleep.

I was sick of rocking anyways. :(

They Do

John and Sabah's wedding in the Poconos.





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The Exact Same Post as Yesterday

Today was absolutely fabulous, the most beautiful day of 2009, hands down. Of course we had to go to the park (twice), and I couldn't leave my camera behind on such an awesome day. Problem is, I took over a hundred pictures of the same thing as yesterday, except my child is wearing different clothes. I almost wasn't going to post them, I mean, it's the same park, the same time of day, the same baby wearing the same Robeez... but then... What if the apartment catches on fire? What if my laptop AND my external hard drive are casualties of this fire, left burnt to a blackened crisp, destroying the millions of pictures of my precious baby? How would I remember in 50 years what she looked like at the park?? Well, I would be left with only the pictures on my blog... so I might as well post as many as possible, right? In case there's a fire...

Whatever. It's not like the G-Parents ever get tired of Mads' face anyways. So here's another billion pictures that are exactly the same as the ones I posted yesterday. At least you know I change her clothes every day.

I think she's pushing her imaginary friend in those last two.

P to the S, Jeffrey taught me how to play FreeCell the other day, and now that game is the only thing that keeps me sane while waiting for all these stupid pictures to upload (you can only do five at a time). I knew there was a reason why I keep him around. ;)

The Park is Still in Season!

Allow me to start this post with a small rant. I take Mads to the park pretty much daily, pushing her up the big bad hill in her fabulous, twelve dollar, umbrella stroller. If I'm feeling like super-woman, I'll sling her in the hip hold and trek up that sidewalk mountain like a champ. When our adventure is over, I deposit the umbrella stroller (or the sling) in the trunk of the Kia and that's that. Well, Jeffrey took the Kia to work today, which left me with no umbrella stroller and no sling. Curses! I had two options, I could either attempt the mile with Mads trundling beside me (there's no way she would just let me carry her the whole way, not without the sling), or I could drag the ginormous, pain in the total ass, heavy as hell travel system out of the Ford. I made the wrong decision (travel system).

After suffering something like an asthma attack on the way up the hill, and then almost taking the trip down on my face (that thing was dragging me the whole way), I sent Jeffrey a text message, hoping for a little compassion. Did I get that?

A: I had to push that huge stroller to the park. I thought I was dying on the hill.

J: Haha, exercise is good for you! Sorry I forgot the trash, I'll text you when I get home so you can throw it at me.

A: I would love to throw it at you.

J: I figured you would say that.

Compassion fail. Apparently, I'm looking a little pudgy and in need of some exercise. Maybe that's not exactly what he said, but I'm awesome at reading between the lines.

Onto the pictures!

And finally, the stroller that almost killed me:

Safety first my foot.