Thursday, June 19, 2008

Monday, June 16, 2008

In Need of a Father's Day Present?

Probably not seeing as how it was yesterday. But I gave my dad the best present a child can give and figured it would be selfish not to share with everyone. What was this magical present? I moved back home with my husband and child for an indefinite period of time. What a gift! That means I'll be there for my dad every waking hour--eating his food, watching his TV, blogging on his computer, reading his newspaper and mixing up all the pages, and allowing him to babysit 24/7. Believe it or not, I get some benefits out of this as well. It's win-win. Until our house is ready to move into (sometime this fall--late fall, I'm sure my dad hopes), we'll keep on giving.

You should have seen my dad's reaction when I told him. He was so happy he started crying. A lot. And then he had to leave the room. I guess he was just too happy.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Sleep is Bliss


Here's to CJ for sleeping 7 1/2 hours straight last night (9:30 p.m. - 5:00 a.m.). Quite a jump from his usual 2 1/2. We have his new Fisher-Price waterfall soother to thank for it. $39.99 sounded like a lot at the store, but it was worth every penny. In fact, it even put Christian to sleep, too. Let's hope for another good night.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Our Sentence: Thirty to Life


It's finally official. We are now homeowners. We closed on our house last Thursday. Wow. That was quite a process. It sort of reminded me of an old Saturn commercial where a girl buys a Saturn and afterwards the salesman takes her to a group of thirty or so employees and announces dramatically, "This is Nancy (or whatever) and this is her first...new...car." The way he slows down for emphasis makes me think the commercial is supposed to make you cry. I'm not really sure why, but I'm sure I got a little teary-eyed watching it.

You'd think it would have been like that when we closed. After all, this is a house--not a car. After we signed all the papers, I walked out of the conference room sort of slowly and dramatically waiting for our guy to clear his throat and, "(ahem) This is Sadie and Christian...." He didn't do it. Maybe because there was only one other employee (the receptionist), and she was talking on the phone. To recompense, I decided to call everyone I knew so I could get some sort of recognition. I had already told my mom and my two sisters' lines were busy, so I listened to Christian tell his mom instead. Thanks, Saturn for building my hopes up for nothing.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

What is willpower?


Frog and Toad. It is probably my favorite picture book series (besides Frances). The other day we found two Frog and Toad books at Barnes and Nobles for only $5. Nice. That night, as I was reading to CJ, the "Cookies" story hit a little too close to home. In the story, Frog and Toad (Christian and Sadie) eat nearly a whole batch of cookies. Disgusting? Yes. They finally decide to put the cookies in a box, in a hard to reach shelf, tied up with ribbon, etc. All because they can't look at the cookies without eating (again, sounding familiar). And party-pooper Frog (Christian) keeps insisting that they could open the box, get a ladder, or cut the ribbon, etc. too easily (How many times has Christian told me, "It will do better in the garbage than in our stomachs"?) So finally Frog (Christian) feeds the cookies to the birds. Then some other important things happen in the story--like they realize all along that willpower was better than cookies or something like that. I wasn't really paying attention by then. It was around that time that my stomach started growling. Someone should probably tell Frog that you can't eat willpower.

Yesterday I made a batch of cookies and there's a plateful sitting on my kitchen table. They look pretty good, too. Willpower is probably overrated.