Archive for October, 2011

October 31st, 2011

happy halloween!

Last Halloween we dressed up as the tired parents of a two-week-old baby (ourselves). So we really felt like we needed to step it up a little bit this Halloween.

We dressed up as Rock, Paper, Scissors. David was a rock (we just dressed him in all grey and called it good), Matt was paper (dressed in a men’s 2XXL shirt with lines on it and a piece of poster-board underneath), and I was scissors (I wore giant pair of cardboard and duck tape scissors I made this morning). Our costume was a huge hit at the Halloween party we went to, and everyone got to sign Matt’s “paper.” I think I’m pretty clever.

A week or so ago I carved a monogrammed pumpkin — I’m more into classy Halloween than scary. I am pretty proud (very, very proud) of our pumpkin family. I think I may have done too well though, because most of the people who comment on it ask if I bought it. I didn’t.

 

I printed off a LARGE letter N and taped it to the pumpkin. Then I took a needle and outlined the letter with little holes.

I took a knife and connected my needle marks and then used a carving tool from Matt’s ceramics class a few years ago and carved just the first few layers of the pumpkin. I didn’t hollow-out our pumpkin because our complex has bright outdoor lights by every apartment, so it wouldn’t do much good to put a light inside the pumpkin, but it would look very nice with light glowing behind the letter. I got the idea from Martha Stewart a few years ago, but didn’t have the chance to do it until this Halloween. Sometimes I just open our door to look at how nice and friendly our front step looks (and to admire my domesticity).

I also made a fall wreath with an old burlap potato bag, cattails from someone’s yard, some wheat, and berries I stole from someone else’s yard. For being free looks pretty friendly too, I just haven’t taken a good picture of it yet.

Oh, and this is David in a Halloween onesie walking around with his potato.

 

David likes to go into our pantry and pull potatoes out of the bag and take bites out of them, like apples. By the way, I promise that I do put pants on my baby, he just likes to take them off (and yes, he’s only wearing only one sock).

Notice how he walks with his arms in the air. So cute.

 

October 23rd, 2011

oh, by the way world

There’s now one more person walking around.

No more babies around here because David WALKS!

He’ll just get in a walking mood and walk from our couch to the TV stand or over to the shoe basket or follow me into the kitchen. He’s really proud of himself too. Tonight he was walking from me to Matt and back again, and he thought it would be so funny to start walking toward one of us like he was coming over and then at the last minute he’d turn and walk in a different direction. He’s pretty cute that way.

He walks with his arms up in the air, like a little monkey. Basically, the most adorable TODDLER ever (he’s a toddler since he toddles, I guess … so weird).

I know, I know you want pictures. We have them, but the necessary equipment to get them to the blog is in David’s room. Where he’s sleeping … So, I promise to post some soon.

In the meantime, I’m going to try and wrap my head around David being able to walk.

October 14th, 2011

some me-ness

I realize that most of my posts are 99% about baby (with a baby like that, can you blame me?), and since my┬ánarcissism hasn’t completely taken over yet: a post about me, not baby.

Ten things most people don’t know about me:

  1. I like to draw. I’m completely untalented in this area which is why I don’t tell/show people. It’s just something I like to do.
  2. I bite my nails. It’s my most hated habit.
  3. I like to sing and dance. Ditto to number one.
  4. I regularly have bad dreams. Usually about death (never me, usually someone else I love dearly). I consider myself an extremely happy person, but I have dying dreams. Matt has superhero action dreams, I wish I had those.
  5. [I have nothing.]

Okay, so that was only four things most people don’t know about me, and they took me almost half an hour to come up with. I realize that I could just go and edit it to say, “Four things most people don’t know about me” and be done with it, but I’m not.

My thing about happiness:

I’m an incredibly to-the-core happy person. I always have been. I think if a surgeon opened me up he’d find smiley faces on all my organs. I’ve had unhappy moments, sure, but I’m categorized as a happy person. I think it’s one of those natural characteristics I was born with. No matter what my life circumstances could have been, I would still be a happy person. How can you be born with happiness? you ask. Let me share.

Happiness isn’t a reality we live in, it’s something we are.

I think that people go about being happy all wrong. People assign happiness to events, accomplishments, and future hopes and dreams. While all those things bring us happy feelings, they aren’t themselves “happiness.” People don’t think they can be happy unless there is nothing unpleasant in their lives, it’s simply never going to happen. Happiness is a frame of mind. We want external things to happen and then we will be happy, only we won’t. Happy happens inside, not out.

And that’s all the philosophy I have for now, folks.

October 12th, 2011

time to welcome new additions

No, not babies.

Meet Mungo and Astrid, our goldfish. (Their pictures are separate because they don’t like to be on the same side of the bowl at the same time, hopefully they haven’t already had their first domestic dispute.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They are a result of what happens when David and I spend too much at Walmart by the fish tanks. David loves looking at the fish and seems to like having some at home too.

Less than an hour after bringing our fishies home, I came back from a QUICK bathroom break to find David eating goldfish food. He had pulled the tablecloth on our table until the food container came down (and everything else) and dumped the contents.

Unfortunately, when we woke up this morning we discovered that Astrid had already met her demise. Good thing Walmart has a 72-hour death warranty on their fish.

Meet our second Astrid.

Second Astrid and Mungo seem to like each much more because they are almost always on the same side of the bowl. We’ll see how long they last.