busy weekend, busy week, busy busy busy
Oct. 22nd, 2008 11:22 pmI just realized that I haven't posted in five days. Oops! Oops is the keyword for the evening. M sent me a message while I was putting the baby to bed saying that oops! He "totally forgot" that he was supposed to be cleaning the computer room. So I let him know that oops! I had totally forgotten to actually put the baby to sleep, and she was getting into all sorts of mischief. I might have been explicit in what that mischief was but I don't want anyone to call CPS on me. Truth be told, she was snoozing away in my lap but that would not have been interesting.
Let's see, what's new? We had a super busy and (mostly) fun weekend. We took E to a pumpkin farm on Saturday. I have been super jealous of the fun pumpkin farm pictures every year. Last year, I thought of taking her even though she was way too young, but practicality (laziness) won out and we didn't. We had fun, though she is still a bit young, except that we were underwhelmed with the whole commercialized aspect to the whole event. We let her wander around in the pumpkins ("ball! ball! ball!!!") for a while, but we refused to pay $30 ($10/ea) to take her into a fairly unexciting playground where she was too small to play on the main attraction (a giant slide) and no adults were allowed. Sorry, but no way, no how. Eh, we had fun anyway. It's fun to take her to a place with lots of other kids because we can look them over and realize yet again that our baby? Is so much better than the other babies.
Oh, shut up. You do it too, but at least I'm honest about it.
Anyway! Then we went to Court Days (giant flea market thing) in a small town about an hour from here, where we met up with my parents briefly, but didn't buy much. In retrospect, this is barely worth mentioning. Ev was really good and just sort of hung out in the stroller the whole time, looking at all the people. It was a strange thing to look around and realize that this is the most people she had ever seen in her entire life. We don't do much with crowds, normally.
Must go find a snack. Be right back.
Cashew granola bar. Fairly yum.
Tomorrow the Possums (
carrieb,
big_bubba, and E's potential future groom) should be arriving chez Yayer and so we are looking forward to that right now. It's a stealth visit! Well, no, but it hasn't been blogged about much. It was one of those sudden things that just came up last week. So, today, I have mainly been trying to finish cleaning up, but I haven't knocked myself out because it wasn't that bad to begin with. I did, however, take the opportunity to get off my butt and actually complete the dining room cleanup project that I've been talking about for ages. I use the dining room as my sewing room, and really, even though it is completely visible from the living room and front door, I don't bother to keep it organized, either. We have had a coffee table and two plastic storage tubs blocking the very large open doorway into that room for months. She CAN crawl through the coffee table, or move the tubs or even crawl over the thing, but she tends to stay put because she knows she's not supposed to. Anyway, she has been increasingly curious about the dining room and also increasingly able to control herself, so we figured it was time to open up the room and let her roam freely. I haven't been sewing much anyway. That was tonight's project. Once we started on that, we ended up doing a little more furniture rearranging, putting the couch back where it's supposed to be (we moved it for babyproofing a while back) and... well. We'll see how it goes. We may end up putting it all back, I guess, and then I bet there will be no stopping her from crawling in there where she's not supposed to be, once she's had the run of the room. My little girl is growing up.
I think she's a teenager already, actually. This morning, she went over to the closet and pulled out one of my sandals, and she carried it over and showed me. I told her (again) that we don't play with shoes, and to go put it back. She just looked at me a second and then said, very clearly, "No." Which... this would be funnier if you could hear the intonation. I guess I shouldn't find it funny that she told me no, but.. well. I do.
Anyway, it's past my bedtime, and if I'm going to be up past my bedtime then I might as well be doing something exciting, like filing coupons. Woot! :)
Let's see, what's new? We had a super busy and (mostly) fun weekend. We took E to a pumpkin farm on Saturday. I have been super jealous of the fun pumpkin farm pictures every year. Last year, I thought of taking her even though she was way too young, but practicality (laziness) won out and we didn't. We had fun, though she is still a bit young, except that we were underwhelmed with the whole commercialized aspect to the whole event. We let her wander around in the pumpkins ("ball! ball! ball!!!") for a while, but we refused to pay $30 ($10/ea) to take her into a fairly unexciting playground where she was too small to play on the main attraction (a giant slide) and no adults were allowed. Sorry, but no way, no how. Eh, we had fun anyway. It's fun to take her to a place with lots of other kids because we can look them over and realize yet again that our baby? Is so much better than the other babies.
Oh, shut up. You do it too, but at least I'm honest about it.
Anyway! Then we went to Court Days (giant flea market thing) in a small town about an hour from here, where we met up with my parents briefly, but didn't buy much. In retrospect, this is barely worth mentioning. Ev was really good and just sort of hung out in the stroller the whole time, looking at all the people. It was a strange thing to look around and realize that this is the most people she had ever seen in her entire life. We don't do much with crowds, normally.
Must go find a snack. Be right back.
Cashew granola bar. Fairly yum.
Tomorrow the Possums (
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I think she's a teenager already, actually. This morning, she went over to the closet and pulled out one of my sandals, and she carried it over and showed me. I told her (again) that we don't play with shoes, and to go put it back. She just looked at me a second and then said, very clearly, "No." Which... this would be funnier if you could hear the intonation. I guess I shouldn't find it funny that she told me no, but.. well. I do.
Anyway, it's past my bedtime, and if I'm going to be up past my bedtime then I might as well be doing something exciting, like filing coupons. Woot! :)