Just a regular Sunday with my unicorn, watching a one-man-band, and eating a hot dog in the sunshine.
While a giant 2 year old does a jig in the background.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Ballard market
Just a regular Sunday with my unicorn, watching a one-man-band, and eating a hot dog in the sunshine.
While a giant 2 year old does a jig in the background.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Homemaker of the Year!
Ding ding ding! I win! We are having Annie's mac and cheese from a box and oven chicken nuggets for dinner.
Man. I suck.
Man. I suck.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Easter Wedding
Photos from my cousin Lisa's Easter weekend wedding:
My brother and cousin Sarah
Lisa and Ed - the bride and groom:
My Mom with my niece Caroline:
My Mom, Sister in law and me with Caroline:
An old tradition with our families of seeing who is taller. It was close but I think Lisa might be a half inch taller than me.
The cake:
I love these next ones for many reasons, but mostly because no one else noticed this private photo shoot Jeff had with my uncle Ross:
Edie with her "cousin" Hannah (my cousin's daughter):
Fun with shadows:
Dance party:
Father daughter dance:
The three girls playing outside:
My brother and cousin Sarah
I told Jeff not to wear a tie (he loves wearing ties) because the wedding would be too informal. The first thing my uncle Ross said to Jeff - "What - no tie??"
The BBQ Dinner:
Looking back up at the party from outside:
My parents!
Friday, April 12, 2013
Sorry
Sorry for my mopey post last night. After a few rough spots last night around 9:45, Edie actually slept all night long without a problem. I don't know how many years it will take me learn that I always regret having a public bitch session...
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Sick - again
Edie is sick for the millionth time this year.
I really thought we were done - Spring had arrived, bringing with it, the end of cold and flu season. But instead I am back in my own personal hell of being woken up every 20 minutes, all night long by coughing and weeping (but not necessarily in that order). I think at 1am last night -- after being woken for the 9th time by an angry coughing fit turned need for a (specific) sweater to wear over her pajamas (?) that I told her I couldn't find and she yelled, "ACTUALLY you CAN!" like I was a total idiot -- I might have apologized to Jeff for ever talking him into making a baby with me, thereby ruining our lives forever and ever.
Anyways, apologies for the lack of posts. And for my bad attitude. Obvi, I don't really wish my kid away. It's just that I'm so very tired. And being a parent is the hardest job that you can't ever quit. For even a minute.
Sooooo, thanks for coming to my pity party without realizing you'd RSVP'd to the lamest party ever.
I'd like to share our Easter weekend photos (of which there are many), but I have no energy to write something thoughtful. It's 9:30 and I'm heading to bed, John-Bruton-style. Actually, if I was really trying to rip off my Dad's style, I'd fall asleep on top of the bed with my book tented on my chest. At 9pm. Or maybe even 8:45. And I'd definitely be snoring loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Hi Dad! Love you.
I really thought we were done - Spring had arrived, bringing with it, the end of cold and flu season. But instead I am back in my own personal hell of being woken up every 20 minutes, all night long by coughing and weeping (but not necessarily in that order). I think at 1am last night -- after being woken for the 9th time by an angry coughing fit turned need for a (specific) sweater to wear over her pajamas (?) that I told her I couldn't find and she yelled, "ACTUALLY you CAN!" like I was a total idiot -- I might have apologized to Jeff for ever talking him into making a baby with me, thereby ruining our lives forever and ever.
Anyways, apologies for the lack of posts. And for my bad attitude. Obvi, I don't really wish my kid away. It's just that I'm so very tired. And being a parent is the hardest job that you can't ever quit. For even a minute.
Sooooo, thanks for coming to my pity party without realizing you'd RSVP'd to the lamest party ever.
I'd like to share our Easter weekend photos (of which there are many), but I have no energy to write something thoughtful. It's 9:30 and I'm heading to bed, John-Bruton-style. Actually, if I was really trying to rip off my Dad's style, I'd fall asleep on top of the bed with my book tented on my chest. At 9pm. Or maybe even 8:45. And I'd definitely be snoring loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Hi Dad! Love you.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edie
Taken by Jeff at my cousin Lisa's wedding Easter weekend. We just took like 300 photos off our camera from the wedding and they aren't all synced onto my laptop yet, but this one just popped up and I couldn't resist posting right away:
Sunday, April 7, 2013
The Cheerio Incident Part Deux
Some of you faithful readers will recall the "original Cheerio incident" of 2010.
Well, yesterday we had ourselves the sequel. I left Edie downstairs watching morning cartoons and munching on dry Cheerios in the living room while heading upstairs for a quick shower. When I exited the bathroom, all sounded peaceful downstairs so I ambled into the bedroom to get dressed. While standing in the bedroom with my pants unzipped and no shirt on, I heard Edie go totally ballistic downstairs. Like, Defcon Level 5 hysterics. I booked it downstairs while pulling on a shirt to be greeted by a naked kid (this not relevant to the story but added to the general ridiculousness of the situation because she was totally dressed when I left her downstairs not 6 minutes prior). She was flailing around, and kept screaming "We need to go to the doctor! THE DOCTOR!! I stuck a Cheerio up my NOSE!!!!!" I looked up her nose and saw nothing - the Cheerio had obviously traveled a great distance.
Long story short -- I got caught up in the hysterics for a minute, thinking, "GREAT. Just how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning - at the Urgent Care Clinic." before it dawned on me that I could probably solve this problem on my own. I told her to chill the fuck out, plugged the empty nostril and told her we might not have to go to the hospital (which seemed to freak her out the most) if she blew her nose super hard at the count of 3.
Three seconds later, I was holding a disgusting Cheerio in my hand. For the second time in 3 years.
Crises averted. We spent our morning at the farmers market instead of Children's Hospital.
Well, yesterday we had ourselves the sequel. I left Edie downstairs watching morning cartoons and munching on dry Cheerios in the living room while heading upstairs for a quick shower. When I exited the bathroom, all sounded peaceful downstairs so I ambled into the bedroom to get dressed. While standing in the bedroom with my pants unzipped and no shirt on, I heard Edie go totally ballistic downstairs. Like, Defcon Level 5 hysterics. I booked it downstairs while pulling on a shirt to be greeted by a naked kid (this not relevant to the story but added to the general ridiculousness of the situation because she was totally dressed when I left her downstairs not 6 minutes prior). She was flailing around, and kept screaming "We need to go to the doctor! THE DOCTOR!! I stuck a Cheerio up my NOSE!!!!!" I looked up her nose and saw nothing - the Cheerio had obviously traveled a great distance.
Long story short -- I got caught up in the hysterics for a minute, thinking, "GREAT. Just how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning - at the Urgent Care Clinic." before it dawned on me that I could probably solve this problem on my own. I told her to chill the fuck out, plugged the empty nostril and told her we might not have to go to the hospital (which seemed to freak her out the most) if she blew her nose super hard at the count of 3.
Three seconds later, I was holding a disgusting Cheerio in my hand. For the second time in 3 years.
Crises averted. We spent our morning at the farmers market instead of Children's Hospital.
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