a few (more) random things

I cannot believe that Evie is still asleep. It's been three hours! And I have had such a nice time! She has been so high-maintenance the last two days. I think she's sort of having a little developmental growth spurt or something, what with the walking and talking and all that. She is thirteen months old today, by the way. I still can't believe that I got pregnant, much less that my baby is over a year old. Life is funny sometimes.

I have a new hobby. It's getting stuff for free. I have been tipping my toes into the world of coupons and rebates. I don't think I have it in me to get too far into it, but I have been enjoying the process of making lists and matching coupons to sales (read: mostly just reading a few sites and buying what they tell me to buy.) So far, I have brought home a free box of cereal, body wash, mouthwash, ear rinse (haha), lightbulbs, two boxes of Zantac, a Glade plug-in, a toothbrush and dental floss... and I have saved money in general with the few coupons I've used so far. It's an odd little hobby, but for once, it's a hobby that pays for itself. I may even subscribe to the Sunday paper if this keeps up.

M and I have been sort of slacking off with all of our little projects lately. I think it's because we are just so darned comfortable with life that we don't have the energy to work on things. I have actually been kind of freaked out for a few months about how GOOD things are. I mean, if your life is this great then there's nowhere to go but down, right? I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? And M has not been as busy with his other job lately as he was for a while... at least not in the evenings. He works in the mornings and then while I'm putting the baby to bed, and then the rest of the time is ours to whatever we want with! Somehow, more time has translated to getting less done. That's pretty weird, now that I think about it.

Speaking of weird, I am a real oddball. Last fall it started bugging me that my towels were falling apart. I finally got around to replacing them this spring. (Okay, I'm not the spontaneous sort, what can I say?) Let me just say that we almost never have people over who will see my towels. M doesn't even see my towels because he uses a different set. (He likes big ones, I like small ones, and I'm not a huge fan of reusing towels before washing. Between the two of us, we could dry the inhabitants of a mid-sized state.) So I throw my raggedy, bleach-stained ones into the rag pile, and then decide that I am going to cut them up to make unpaper towels out of them. That evolved into using them for that and for cloth napkins (not for company, of course). So I am doing a quickie zigzag stitch around the edges to keep them from fraying and just using them as they are. It's all super environmentally friendly and stuff! Except, it occurs to me that what I have done is take my ugly invisible towels, cut them up, made them even uglier, and then paraded them in front of anyone passing through my kitchen. WOOHOO! I am all about the classy. (But they are excellent to clean up baby messes with.)

There we go, the baby is awake. I'd better go get her before she starts eating her crib again. (Which.. wtf? Wood = not tasty.)