Saturday, May 30, 2009

the perfect gift.

amanda has the knack for getting me the best birthday gifts EVER. this year she really out did herself. here's a little backstory: when cash was first born he liked to stay up till all hours of the night, which meant i watched ALOT of infomercials. every time i talked to amanda i would be like, 'oh my gosh, i totally want the ________' (insert completely ridiculous item i should NOT own here.) she'd laugh...then admit that she did too. (that's just how rad she is.)

so the other day she came over and was like, 'i HAVE to give you your birthday present now. i can't wait.' she got me a strap-perfect (in 3 colors, ooo!) and that hair remover buffer thing :] completely ridiculous gifts...but completely perfect because i was TOTALLY curious as to whether or not they worked (not so much on the hair remover...jury is still out on that strap-perfect.)

i love her - only a true friend will buy you crazy 'as seen on tv' gifts.

eta: i told her i want a 'twin draft guard' for christmas :]

Friday, May 29, 2009


cash and i went to the beach with some of the scrap girls (last week? two weeks ago? hmmm...when was that?) for a couple days of relaxing (and some scrapping...duh.) cash was a super trooper the whole time. janet and i took him down to the beach the second day we were there so he could put his little toes in the sand (his second beach experience...the first one he slept through though.) he LOVED it. didn't put any sand in his mouth, which was kind of surprising. but he wiggled his toes around, grabbed handfuls of sand and giggled the whole time. janet got some A-MAAAZING pictures on camille's camera (which i have yet to get copies of...sniff.) there is one that's a close up of his chubby little feet and hands in the sand that i want blown up BIG for our living room. CAN'T WAIT.

eta: nate was pretty sad he missed the first real beach experience for cash...i have a feeling we will be hitting the beach ALOT this summer.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

new mother.

people are constantly telling me they are amazed at what a relaxed new mom i am. i honestly don't know why i am - i just don't stress over stupid stuff i guess. i don't hold him all day long (mostly self-preservation since he weighs 20 pounds.) i don't care if the dog licks him in the face. or if his binky falls on the ground. he put nate's shoe in his mouth the other day and it didn't faze me one bit. it's only a matter of time before i won't be able to monitor every little thing that he finds so i figure a little dirt and germs now doesn't hurt.

nate on the other hand...well,i call HIM the new mother. because he frets about everything. cash is starting to sit up on his own now and nate hovers over him like a mother hen because he's afraid if he falls over he'll get brain damage (seriously.) drives me CRAZY. :]

Saturday, May 23, 2009


(cue the hallelujah chorus please....)

yes, that's right - WEANED. my original plan was to start weaning him in june, so that by the time the wedding gets here, he'd be done. (gosh, just typing the word wedding makes me break out in a cold sweat.) the boy had different plans. honestly, as soon as he started eating food regularly, he quickly lost interest in breastfeeding (or as nate calls it, booby time.) within a week of him eating 3 square meals a day, he was down to a couple feedings in the morning and one at night. which turned to just a couple feedings in the morning. which turned to one feeding in the morning. and now to none.

and i don't miss it one bit.

though i will admit that i sort of miss the early morning 'booby time.' mostly because it was just easier to feed him in bed with us so we could fall back asleep together. but i don't miss it enough to keep going :]

so now our lives are full of pureed baby food (his faves? squash and applesauce, followed closely by carrots and peas. yuck.) 6-7 8 oz bottles of formula a day and a ton of rice crackers in between.

i've decided we aren't saving for his college - we're saving for the grocery bill when he hits puberty.

Friday, May 22, 2009

at 6 months.

1. eats everything we put in front of him. and FAST.
2. won't stop jabbering.
3. scoots backwards on his belly and turns in big circles (can't figure out how to go forward and it makes him angry.)
4. loves the beach. and the dirt. and the grass. basically anything that's outside.
5. loves his doggy piper. and any other doggy he encounters (he literally squeals with glee when we go to the dog park.)
6. will grab your face with both of his chubby little hands and give wet kisses.
7. still loves bath time (and recently discovered splashing - fun.)
8. gets better at sitting up on his own every day.
9. still thinks farts are funny.
10. is seriously the most chill baby i've ever known.

we think he's the coolest :]

Thursday, May 21, 2009

somebunny's 6 months old today.

i feel like i am going to go to sleep one day, wake up and he's going to be 16 asking to borrow the keys to my car.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

evil minions.

there are 3 things that will never survive in my house: big spiders (small ones i can make my peace with. but if it casts a shadow, sucker is DEAD) ants (or as i like to call them, the devils minions) and mice (no mice in my shed either, because mice in my shed will lead to mice in my house and if i ever see a mouse in my house i will completely lose my shit.) most other things i let live (or catch and release outside where they belong.) unless it's in my bedroom - my bedroom is a no fly zone for anything with more than four legs and/or wings. (stemming from a traumatic 'spider in my bed' incident when i was little. but that's another story.) ok, i told you that so i could tell you this:

the scene: our house, last night after taco night with the henry's.
me, walking past the door to the office: "ugh, what did nate leave on the floor now? i swear, he is the messiest person i have ever me-wait a that? is that a spid...(flipping light on.) Oh my god, OH MY GOD it's a tarantula. There's a tarantula on my floor, TARANTULA ON MY FLOOR!!!" (Ok, so really this was all in my head. This spider was so big, I couldn't even scream.) What I actually said was, "Naaate. Naaaaate?" He comes walking towards me, "What?" With a shaky finger I point and whisper, "Tarantula." Nate rolls his eyes, "Oh my god, you are so dramatic. There isn't a tarantu-whoa. That spider IS big." And he promply squished it. so then, like an IDIOT, i decide that i needed to take the recycling out to the shed and begged nate to go with me (we still haven't replaced the light on the patio so it's dark and scary out.) and then this happened:

the scene: the shed, with me opening the door and fumbling around for the light (why i went first, i DON'T know.)
me, finally finding the light switch and flipping it on: "holy shit, HOL-Y SHIT, there is a mouse on the shelf looking at me. MOUSE on the shelf, MOUSE ON THE SHELF!!! Gahhhh!!!" (and i run screaming the other way.) nate justs rolls his eyes, "oh my GOD, what is your problem? it's not like the mouse is going to lunge at you or anything." "you don't KNOW that!" rolls his eyes again, "whatever. i'll put the mouse trap on the shelf and i'll bet you $10 it'll be dead in the morning."

so i told you THAT story to tell you this one:
one fall, when i was somewhere between 6 and 8, we had a bad mouse problem in the cellar. one mouse turned into two mice, which turned into hundreds of baby mice. and for some reason they weren't taking the bait in the mouse traps sooo, my dad figured the easiest thing to do was find the baby mice, feed them to the cats (a totally separate and equally traumatic story) and then capture poppa mouse and momma mouse. in theory, sounds like a good idea. in practice, with a 6 year old GIRL, this spells disaster. so one night (why do these things always happen at night?) dad and i went down into the cellar, took the staircase out so they couldn't run up the stairs and hunted for mice. rather, dad hunted for mice, i cowered in the corner plotting my escape. (i should probably mention that our cellar has a little concrete ledge that runs around the entire length of the room. perfect for storing stuff and, coincidentally, perfect for little mice to run around on.) so there i was, trying to figure out if i could scale a concrete wall if need be, when out of the corner of my eye i spotted momma mouse making a beeline for my head, racing along the little concrete ledge. "oh my gosh, oh my gosh - DAAAAD, MOMMA MOUSE! Ahhhhh!" And i proceeded to race over to my dad and clamber up his body like a monkey (picture those old cartoons where the elephants jump up onto things to get away from the little mouse - just like that.) "daaaaad, that mouse just tried to KILL me!" my dad just rolled his eyes and peeled me off his back. "she did NOT, get a grip." so THAT'S why i hate mice.

eta: my dad is totally in heaven right now, rolling his eyes and laughing. saying i'm SO dramatic and ridiculous. whatever dad, that mouse was HUGE. and she would have totally killed me if i hadn't seen her and ran away. so there.

and i'm also happy to report that i found mr. mouse, legs up, in our mouse trap this morning.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

happy mother's day.

all i wanted for mother's day was to sleep in. i didn't get out of bed until 9:30 this morning - it was heaven.

hug your mom today :]

Friday, May 8, 2009

wedding panic.

ya...a little on the edge over here. hence the no blogging (well, that and nate has been laid of for 2 weeks - SUCKY. i dream up excuses to leave the house.) but we've figured out some super cool ideas for the weddin' (hint - it involves LEOPARD PRINT. anything that involves leopard print has to be good.) i'll share soon :]

(taken the last time we had nice weather...seems so long ago, sniff. come on oregon, bring on the freaking sun!)

Monday, May 4, 2009


[[no this post isn't going to be all gushy and romantic - gotcha!]]

i've really started to love where we live.
love the fresh air and the big yard.
love the squirrels and rabbits and birds we watch from the windows.
love being surprised by deer in my yard when i go out to my car.
love all the space.
love being close to mom.
i just love it here.
its magical.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

piper hearts the dog park.

piper has been living with us for almost a month and it's been...interesting. for those of you who don't know, she was my dad's dog. mom asked us to adopt her and we, of course, said yes. it has been surprisingly easy adjusting to life with a dog. she was already house trained (i'm guessing from the owner before my dad) and rarely chews on anything. until she got into the habit of running away from us every chance she gets, she was perfect. so right now she only goes outside to potty and even then she is on a leash. i feel kinda bad, since she loves to run BUT i'm not a big fan of chasing her down the driveway every day. REALLY not a fan.

anyhow, i think we have finally gotten to the root of the problem (aside from the fact that she has had several different owners in the past year.) nate discovered a dog park in keizer not too far from where we used to live and we've been taking her twice a week now - she loves it. she's SUPER friendly and loves playing with other dogs, so it's perfect for her. and perfect for us, because by the time she gets home, she's ready to pass out and snore the evening away. even on days when we don't go to the park, she's way mellow. there is alot of dog park time in our future.

cash hearts the dog park too :]

Friday, May 1, 2009

annnnd we're done!

my GOD, i thought this day would never be here. granted, we aren't done unpacking yet but...i can take joy in small victories, right? right.

here's the kitchen before:
no need to adjust the color on your computer screens - the cabinets ARE in fact painted blue and yellow, as is the counter tops. [[shudder]]

and after:

see why we stripped and stained the cabinets? so pretty now!

unfortunately i didn't get a good picture of the MAGNIFICENT tile job my aunt chris did (i heart you!) so you'll just have to take my word for it. anyhow, no more painting (YEEEESSSSS!)

since we live out in the country (granted, it's not THAT country. i still live about 5 minutes from a target and i can see our neighbors door from our bathroom window. i mean, it's not exactly walton's mountain out here) and we live down a loooong driveway, we have to burn our garbage. the burn barrel that was out here is chock full of ash and other crap that we need to clean out. we started (and gave up due to lack of proper disposal tools and...well, we just didn't want to) yesterday and found the following items amongst the ash and soot:
--rocks (not just a couple rocks, like a PILE of rocks)
--batteries (now that seems like a good idea)
--aluminum foil (tons of it. it's called aluminum for a reason, people)
--an entire stack of sports illustrated, partially burned (all swimsuit issues - woo!)
--beer bottles (which, after the aluminum foil, i'm not so surprised)
--and my personal favorite - a glass bong. i lost it at the last one - the former inhabitants of this place crack me up. fyi, glass doesn't burn. and if you are trying to dispose of say, drug paraphanalia that happens to be GLASS, you might try an actual garbage can. just sayin.

the water pipe fixed with aluminum foil and a rubber radiator hose is making so much more sense now...