Tuesday, November 8, 2011

B-a-n-a-n-a-s

I have 3 (admittedly half-eaten) loaves of banana bread hanging out on my counter currently.  This is dangerous as I am the only person in the house who consumes them.  Josh isn't a big fan and bananas have not "agreed" with Emma so far (I'll spare you the details..) 

In the end, I will not be accused of wastefulness in regards to these beautiful potassium bread loaves, so all is not lost.

I've had two people recently tell me how they enjoy the adventures I have.  While they aren't the most grand of adventures, I will admit that we conquered both Swedish Disneyland (aka IKEA) and the Pumpkin Patch all in one single weekend.  And we even did some naps on-the-go courtesy of this little beauty...


That's right, the Ergo carrier.  It is magnificent.  My back thanks me every time I wear it.  And if we had an 8 year old son (as pictured above) we'd tote him everywhere on our backs.  Because 8 year old boys deserve a break like anyone else.

We had plans to dress up our favorite 6 month old as a lady bug for Halloween this year and gorge ourselves on sugary treats.  Our plans were thwarted however and we stayed home, ate pot roast, made cookies, and Emma got to dress up as "fussy, teething 6 month old baby" instead.  It was a convincing get up.

The good news was that we finally got cute shots of the teeny one with a pumpkin.  Thumbs up indeed.  Baby sign language is totally paying off.
Also, we're trying to outdo the The Duggars.


 

After our adventures subsided, we received some sad news that's weighed heavy on our hearts involving our church family at New Life. 

Josh and I have done quite a bit of processing, a lot of praying, and had a great date night last Friday enjoying quality time and talking about the practical steps we plan to take to protect our marriage.  We recognize that because we're human we can't just expect a healthy marriage to find us.  We have to pursue it proactively. 

I read a book about spiritual warfare some time ago and it inspired me to pray through Ephesians 6:11-17 each morning, which I condensed a bit so it was easier to memorize..."Put on the belt of truth, the breastplate of righteousness, have feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace, put on the shield of faith, the helmet of salvation, and take up the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God."

I want to walk wisely.  2 Cor 7:1 "Let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, perfecting holiness out of reverence for God."

I am far from having "perfected" anything in life, but rather than being discouraged by that, or focusing on the sins of others laid bare in public forums, I want to remember the grace and strength offered to us in Christ.  I have to go back to the same hope I talked about having previously when I'm faced with the brokenness in the world and in myself.  There's a verse that talks about God using us, these fragile jars of clay, to show that it is obviously Him at work rather than our human effort.  I am thankful for this.  I am as prone to arrogance as anyone, but more often than not I am reminded of my frailty...in my new role as mom, in my friendships, and in the church that Josh and I have the privilege of serving.  I think in this season especially I am acutely aware of God's ability to supply what I lack, both through His word and through depth of connection with the people in my life.

"Ironically, one problem we often see in the Christian community is that people get more into religion and less into the connectedness the Bible prescribes, with the result that they get sicker.  For the same reason, many people feel disconnected from God because they have not been connected to his Body." - "How People Grow" Cloud & Townsend

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Hope.

First of all, I've had two people in the last few days comment on my "bald" baby. 

Emma is quite fair I'll admit (and Josh laughed when I responded with that to the first "bald" commenter) and her hair is very blond, but still, there's hair hanging out there. 

Do I have anything against bald babies?  I don't think so. 

Would I buy her one of these if I really felt it necessary??


Of course.

Either way, the second lady said there's a good chance Emma would have curly hair because she's bald.  Good to know.  :)

Aside from silly baby anecdotes, I've been up earlier with Emma these days (she's taken a liking to 6am..) so I find myself watching the news and the Today Show.  While watching these, it's not long before I feel overwhelmed by the amount of terrible news in the world.  The devastating earthquake in Turkey, a missing baby in Missouri, and the chilling attack of a sophomore student on freshmen students right nearby in Snohomish.

I find myself becoming quickly weighed down with concern and fear and looming despair, especially now having a baby who will grow up in this world which is so desperate and broken. 

Today while I was journaling, I read this verse. 1 Cor 15:19 “If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are to be pitied more than all men.”

I don't want a security blanket to help placate me in the midst of pain, something temporary and fleeting to distract from rather than address the issues present around us.

2 Cor 4:16-18 "Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary but what is unseen is eternal."

This is the solid truth I need in the midst of very uncertain circumstances.  I used to be bothered by the "light and momentary troubles" part of this verse because it didn't seem to be a strong enough statement to address the suffering people go through.  But as I thought about it today I considered the life of the author, Paul, and how much he truly suffered (prison, beatings, physical, mental and emotional fatigue in extreme measure), and yet he was able to weigh all of that in light of eternity.  His hope was not anchored in his own strength but in Christ's. 

I pray daily that Emma's heart would always be anchored in the Lord.  I realize I need to pray this for myself as well.  We can be swayed but cannot be overtaken when our hearts are securely grounded in Him. This is true, lasting hope.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Harvest Time

I had the delightful privilege of meeting some new lady friends (as I like to call them) last night as we played Bunko at Hilary's house.  I consumed more M&M's, Skittles, gluten-free apple pie (homemade no less), and Jelly Belly's than I care to remember.  I can't be blamed for this.  But I can blame the sugar rush (or most specifically the sugar crash) on my inability to focus during the second round. 

I could also attempt to blame the red dye #6 treats on my inability to win.  But because it is culturally appropriate to yell out "You're the Biggest Loser!"  in crowds now, I was deemed as such, given this lovely basket, and felt like it was my birthday/National Coffee Day all over again! 

Incidentally, I can also make my entire Halloween costume this year out of what I won! (I'll figure Hilary into the costume as well somehow)  Perhaps my multi-purpose jack-o-lantern glasses will ensure that we avoid the Halloween 2010 Debacle we all remember so well...

Also, on a smaller scale, I was quite disappointed that our Pumpkin Patch outing got rained out yesterday and I was unable to retrieve a tiny little pumpkin.  BUT thanks to my very poor dice rolling skills, I now possess not one, but TWO tiny pumpkins!  The tiny human loves them!  Or so I assume.

Speaking of assumptions (terrible segue), I never assumed I would be hanging out with the Scandretts and hear Paul say, "You remind me of that girl on the new show Thursday nights...Whitney!"

He was saying this more along the lines of my "personality doppelganger," rather than my look alike.  While I admit to laughing at parts of the show in spite of myself, I can't fully buy into it.  Too many laugh breaks in the dialogue. 

     Sidebar: Josh and I decided we should download apps on our phone so we could also take breaks during our conversations for appropriate laughter.  It does give us more time to think of witty banter, so I can't fault you too much Whitney and long-haired Whitney's boyfriend.

I was resisting the comparison until the next phrase to come out of Paul's mouth was something like "You also remind me of that lady Flo in the Progressive Insurance commercials!"


Again, in personality (or so he claimed) rather than actual Doppel. 

I pick Whitney.

No.  Actually, I think I'll go ahead and stick to my obvious and preferred TV personality doppelganger, thank you very much.


I have the sass of a 14 year old pop star sometimes, combined with an uncommonly deep voice when I have a head cold, like I did last night at Bunko.  "Sweet niblets!"

And that my friends is what they call a full circle moment.  Thank you Oprah.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Sick.

#12 of the "50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular" website suggests:

Write something funny or disgusting. (Don't make it a habit)

Here we go people.  Yesterday, because Emma so desperately needed a nap and I so desperately needed a homemade americano (I exaggerate, yes), instead of risking waking her up by grinding my newly purchased Costco beans (roasted by Starbucks) in the kitchen, I decided to grind them...in the bathroom. 

Don't be grossed out (or "sicked out," Jaime).  And don't worry, I won't make it a habit. 

Or if I do make it a habit, I won't habitually write about it on here.  Because I'm banking on this "50 Ways.." blog to really be my ticket in life.  Whatever that means.

Also disgusting is this head cold that came out of nowhere. 

Thirdly disgusting is the rain that flooded my dreams of taking the tiny human to the pumpkin patch today.  But, I am hopeful that the little sunballs peeking through the clouds on the weather forecast this week will make for a dry, festive day.  Baby needs a pumpkin.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

She threw up in my mouth a little...

This is Jaime's current status on Facebook:

"Baby Emma had a burst of affection all over my face. It got in my mouth a little bit... and on my eye lashes, Bieber bangs, clothing. Messy, barfy burst of affection."

The good news is, the moment following the aforementioned barfy affection, our trusty and falsely-understood-as-compassionate friend Carolyn yelled out "Don't you dare wipe her off yet!" (referring to Jaime) as she ran to get her camera. 

The bad news is that it's a new camera and Carolyn didn't seem optimistic about getting the picture to me anytime soon.  That makes one victory for baby and one for Jaime I suppose.

In other news, if you're driving through Ohio and see one of these...


don't get out of your car.  It's pretty much like Jumanji.

Reason #24 that I feel like a mom:  A "date night" to Costco feels luxurious.  There's free food, entertainment on big screens, and giant bags of espresso beans.  Don't you question my date night ingredients..

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Inspiration.

I'm not doing a stellar job at this blogging thing.  I felt a burst of inspiration after Glen Grove shared some kind words this week about how he enjoyed the blog when I was in Cambodia.

Helping widows and orphans in a third world country is a seemingly far more glamorous platform than disclosing my thoughts about diapers and sleep schedules.

....On that note, I am on the fence with Target diapers.  Sometimes I think I might as well skip the diaper since her pants end up doing most of the work.  Incidentally, the Cambodians would endorse the no-diaper route. 

....On the other note, we slept a solid 7+ hours last night.  That's THREE nights in a row of sleep.  I really shouldn't be so dependent on coffee at this point because of that fact.

But you know I can't resist you, tall Americano with one pump of classic and room for cream (just in case anyone should ever need that helpful information).

Aside from unabashed kindness from Glen, I also feel inspired whenever I read http://www.hootenannie.com/  I stumbled upon it through Emily Aichele's blog and was hooked.  Every single time I read it, I want to blog.

Like that time I listened to Jonatha Brooke's "10 Cent Wings" CD for the first time and was at my most prolific for the week following. 

Inspiration is one of my favorite things.

Also, Americanos, as previously mentioned.

And lastly, for my contribution to the inspiration thread, I offer this, which I did not write. 

1 Cor 10:31 "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." 

This is highly encouraging to me whether digging in the dirt in Southeast Asia or watching a cute baby smile in my living room.

Also...I must admit (though I feel like I'm secretly betraying a part of myself by doing so) to singing along with the Steven Curtis Chapman song that is based on this verse and played regularly on KCMS.  I think I feel most like a mom when driving with a monkey mirror in my back seat and KCMS on the radio...

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Refreshing.

I have admittedly not been blogging at naptime lately.  I've been doing dishes, reading, occasionally napping myself, and generally basking in the times when Emma does sleep.  We've had a rough time lately with nighttime sleep.  I went from feeling entirely defeated on Monday night (at last count I had woken up 5 times with the tiny human) to this same tiny human sleeping from 7pm to 5:30am this morning (and pulling her into bed with us as we all fell back asleep).  Quite the contrast.

I had the distinct privilege during my "defeated" days of getting to attend the Northwest District Conference for local pastors and leaders.  I wish I could start each morning by refocusing myself on the Lord accompanied by a live band like these guys.  So good. 

The Starbucks helped too. 

I walked away from the conference feeling very refreshed.  And not only because there were so many willing arms ready to snuggle Emma.  But partly that.  It was mostly hearing from such excellent communicators who were there to encourage, inspire, and remind us of the point of all of this.  Not just about getting together to find a safety net of people who believe the same things, but to gather for the same cause, learning how to be a bridge and not an obstacle for people getting to know Jesus. 

Emma is awake.  And happy.  We are both so much better for each other when well rested :)

Thursday, September 29, 2011

National Coffee Day!

Two momentous occasions occurred today.

#1.  National Coffee Day aka International Coffee Day.  While the origins of this glorious day remain unknown, we do know that Krispy Kreme and 7-11 offered free coffee this morning.  I did not however take either of these establishments up on their offers.  I instead let my mom buy me coffee at Starbucks.  And it was delicious. 

#2. The Day of My Birth.  While we do know the origins of this day (my mom told me), what you may not know is that it was one of the best birthdays to date. 

I woke up to a cute baby, cute husband and some delicious homemade pancakes!  I told Josh it was like we were camping, but I didn't cry...(I've been known to cry while hiking.  Not because of the beauty of nature, but because of my wimpiness..)

The husband gave me my birthday card with the disclaimer that it was homemade, and that it may be entirely creepy.
And yes, that is a tiny baby head on my body.  Hallmark can't market this stuff.

Too many lawsuits.

I got to have lunch at the Garden of Olives with the mom, the baby (who was a champ), and the mom-in-law.  I neglected to get any pictures of the company or the yummy soup and salad.  I'm 32 now.  I forget things.

After the Olive it was onto the Starbucks to celebrate our National (and International) holiday!

Then it was onto the New Life to force my birthday party on every available cubicle and office.  I have to represent for South Everett Foursquare!  And National Coffee Day.  There was a lot at stake.

Jaim spoiled me with a mint cupcake and kitty card.  My friends are so good at me.  Whiskers made me cry like I was hiking.

Sometimes the birthday girl drops her cupcake box and destruction ensues.  The good news is that it was still salvageable.

The bad news is that it got dropped later on in our driveway and is now beyond recognition.  Don't tell Jaime.  I'll still eat it. 

I celebrated it up with so many of my favorite people, including Catherine and Rhonda (and this delicious looking pear that somehow made it into the picture).
Rick (or Rico as the husband calls him) was sporting his "Farwest Medical Supplies" shirt, and my coffee.  I told him I'd give the company a free plug on here.  I'm up to something like 150 hits on here so business should increase markedly. (you're welcome Liz :)

I wanted to hang out with some of the loveliest women I know while sporting a tiny sombrero and mini balloon.  One of my many many birthday wishes of the day.

Mission accomplished thanks to Carolyn, Nicole, Wendy and Jaime's box o' props!


I got a shot with Fig Tree 21's former producer, Don Garberg, and the lovely Ilse. 

I ran into Joe's office quickly and yelled "photo bomb!" which is what the kids seem to be into these days.  He loved it.

I then photo bombed Jeanette.  Who became immediately uncomfortable.

And Kristin.  Who immediately serenaded me in Spanish.


After all of my effort and revelry, someone much younger than I informed me that this is not actually photo bombing at all.  Epic fail.  (<--also what the kids are into)

The office doors slowly began to close in our nearby proximity (so people could celebrate National Coffee Day in silence), and I decided it was time to go onto the next birthday adventure.

Target. 

A few hand soaps and flameless candles later (safety first), and it was onto the final event of National Coffee Birth Day....dinner at Anthony's with my favorite!

We got to enjoy a day that rivaled many of the actual summer days we had in Seattle this year.


It was a most lovely National Birthday :)  Complete with enough celebrating to wear out the most active tiny human.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Birthday Fun.


First of all, the tiny human we live with is 5 months old today!  And I'm fairly certain she and I were both awake at the exact time of her birth (6:07am) as we were both up approximately every hour and a half to two hours last night.  We apparently can't get enough birthday fun...

She was far too busy doing big kid things to bother looking at the camera for this picture.  We'll go let her run around the McDonalds Playland later.

According to this story, Coffee consumption may lower risk of depression in women I have consumed one mug of anti-depressants today.  3 more and I'd be that much closer to happiness.

My personal take on it is that after 4 cups of coffee per day, I would be so caffeinated as to have no real gauge of my emotional state.  And I'd likely type much faster.

Speaking of typing faster, I decided at the gym the other day (where all of my major life decisions take place) that when I eventually go back to work, I would like to be employed by the company who does the Closed Captioning for television.  I think this could be my calling.

Or being a backup dancer.  I can't let go of that one just yet.

Last night, Josh and I had the privilege of spending time with Mat and Suzan Bartee.  We love them.  It's impossible not to.  And not only because they came with us to our new church.  Or because they are two of the funniest people you will ever meet.  Or because their son Adam hung out with Emma the majority of the evening and seemed to genuinely enjoy it.  And not even because Suzan is a fabulous cook who both spoiled us with a fancy dinner and sent us home with enough food to make a whole meal tonight. 

It's mostly because they spoiled me with tiramisu and presents last night!  

Yep.  That's mostly it.   

But the other things help :)

I still have the lung capacity of a 28 year old.  Astounding. 
They gave me the game "Bananagrams."  A few weeks ago at church Suzan was asking me if I'd ever played it, as they'd just discovered it.  She suggested I go out and buy it, but then quickly gasped, I believe some birthday talk transpired, and she said "No, DON'T buy it."

And here we are.

I think it's like Fruit Scrabble.  Lucky for me, I know how to spell cantaloupe, so I anticipate winning every time. 

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Oh, I see.

"Our biggest blessings make terrible gods." - Liz Sawczuk

We had our second Ladies Life Lite session today and although we've all agreed that the videos we watch are a tad on the cheesy side, the group of women I'm privileged to sit with have enough depth and vulnerability to easily balance it out :)

I'm not sure if I'm giving an entirely accurate quote above of what Liz shared today, but her thoughts struck a chord with me.  She talked about the frustrations that come when other people don't fulfill our expectations of them, when our agenda overrides God's and we set ourself up ultimately for disappointment.  She mentioned that our biggest blessings in life, whether it be our spouses, children, friends, etc, when placed before the Lord will only cause disorder and heartache.  And we can actually love them better by not placing them where they were never meant to be.

I found this so freeing and a great re-focusing point.  I've been memorizing 2 Cor 4:16-18 which coincides with the idea of keeping my heart and mind set on what is eternal rather than the tangible temporary things I grasp for.

"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.  For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.  So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen.  For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal."

Monday, September 26, 2011

Rainy days and Mondays

I must admit that this rainy Monday has been quite lovely so far.  There is just something about the combination of watching rain falling outside, a fresh mug of coffee nearby, a little tiny human contentedly napping, a lit candle, and jazz music playing in the background that makes the day feel so cozy and delightful.

Or perhaps it's the fact that we vacuumed last night for the first time in a while.  It's hard to say really.

As much as I try, we're still a no-go with the "binky."  Her facial expression, to me at least, conveys something along the lines of "Sick. Why do I keep falling for this?"


I went to Fred Meyer today by myself for 30 minutes while the husband played with the tiny human.  It was invigorating. 

Also invigorating was Emma and I dancing with Ellen DeGeneres on the TV today.  We are really quite good.  Her high quality dance skills are inevitable considering her parents.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Fake Birthday Fun

The husband and I had been planning today as a pre-birthday-day-o-fun for a while now, planning to frolic about in Seattle, go to REI, have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory, and finish out the afternoon getting our game on at Gameworks.  We're gamers at heart.  Everyone knows this about us. 

Emma's delightful aunties had agreed to watch her while we ventured out, and we planned out our whole day which would of course culminate in a brief pre-birthday-parade along the streets of Everett (not terribly dissimilar to the Dean Martin Parade in Steubenville).

Sadly, the sweet tiny human we're responsible for had been extra sneezy yesterday and woke up today with a stuffy nose and what we quickly identified as a head cold. 

Not ones to be deterred, the aunties offered to watch the teeny one while we had an abbreviated pre-birthday-day-o-fun.  The aunties are so good to us!

Even when baby isn't with us, monkey mirror always is..

A picture Auntie Brenda sent to us after sweet tiny woke up from her nap.  

Since we couldn't go to the Cheesecake Factory we decided to settle for the Spaghetti Factory.  So similar.  We love industrial restaurants.  And fancy pesto salads.  

"It feels a little like Disney Land here..." -Joshua Ferguson.  It's true.  It was a uniquely sunny September day and there was a trolley.  I pretended (on a dare from the man previously quoted) to be a Disney princess by relaxing on this couch. 

Until the employees walked back by, refused to serve me spumoni in the waiting area, and we quickly gathered our things and left. 

I'm not usually one to turn down a dare.

Aside from the dare, my husband also presented to me a brand new jacket from REI!  I am quite excited to sport this soon.  And baby is excited to be held while I sport it. 
Whenever it's sunny out we feel like we're on a road trip, so today we went with that feeling by treating ourselves to a little $.99 Caddy Shack Lemon Iced Tea at the AmPm! Take that Gameworks. And Disney Land.

Happy Fake Birthday to me!

Thursday, September 22, 2011

More Spice

I'm utilizing the "50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular" website once again because let's be honest, I've reached over 100 hits now (unheard of in the blogging world) and I have no choice but to attribute my success to this website. 

And cute baby pictures.  People love cute baby pictures.

Tip #2 says "Start a contest.  Make sure to end it too."

Here's a contest.  Who can tell me why my baby is sneezing so much today?  She seems happy otherwise, and even makes a delightfully cute "wheee" coo at the end of her sneeze.  Adorable. 

I will officially end this contest in 2 months.  Stay tuned.  The winner will receive free baby snuggles (whether real or virtual) and the potential for a tiny human to sneeze on you. 

Tip #3 says, "Give away free goodies.  People love them."

I'm giving away free baby snuggles.  Check.

Tip #4 says, "Write about other bloggers to interest their visitors to read your blog.  Keep it positive."

Blogger #1 is Jaime Broxson.  She mostly blogged while living in China.  Therefore, approximately 92% of her readership is Chinese and they would have to rely on the cute baby pictures to be enticed by my blog.  Tough crowd.  Either way, Jaime is delightful and very encouraging when we "gym it up" together and I want to give up on my third set of reps.  I get so tired...

Blogger #2 is Suzanne McMorris.  Her son taught my daughter the value and importance of sleep.  And she pre-makes cookie dough and keeps it in her fridge for easy cookie making.  I greatly appreciate this.

Blogger #3 is Rosemary Jones.  She is walking out a lot of things with her baby that I aspire to try with mine.  I appreciate her willingness to experiment for my benefit.  :)  She is so lovely and her "lend-me-downs" provided approximately 83% of Emma's newborn wardrobe. 

In other news, I love to attach random percentages to roughly 73% of what I blog about.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I nearly went to the gym today.

Why is it that my conscience has no problem with watching this...

while making these...

Maybe it's because I'm far less fearful of having my face ripped off by Anna Kournikova than I was of Jillian Michaels. 

In other news, does flour expire? 

And do expired flour cookies cancel out the scone and coffee cake I had at Ladies Life today?? 

Here are some brief snippets of conversation I've had in the past few days:

Nice older man at the grocery store:  "Here's how you make homemade applesauce..boil the apples, add a little butter and some brown sugar and there you go.  [pointing to Emma] He'll love it!"

Nice lady registering me at Ladies Life today: "This is your first time to use the Hub?  Great! [pointing to Emma] I'll help you get him all checked in!"

This is one of the main reasons I so quickly recanted in my strict "no-pink-policy" when I found out we were having a girl.  Yet even with countless outfits like this

people opt for using "he."  I suppose I might have to finally relent on my "no-hair-bow" policy.  Desperate times.

Lastly, I think it's worth noting that I have already reached an impressive 70 hits!  That's right, seventy!  And by my calculations only a little over half of those were from my mom, me, Josh and Jaime.

Sadly, my thousands upon thousands (not true) of hits from my previous blog name did not carry over to this new name, but thankfully for me I am going through this Ladies Life Bible study that tells me to separate my identity from my circumstances.

Just in time...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Defying Gravity. Part Deux.

Thought I'd add one of these "moving picture" things to enhance the Johnny Jumper experience.


 

Defying gravity.

Not only did Emma experience her first time in the Johnny Jumper, but also finally mastered the "salute" we've been trying to teach her. 

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Spicy.

Now that I am back in the blogging game, I decided to use this thing called "Google" to help me spice up my space.  My search landed on a page entitled "50 Creative Ways to Make Your Blog Popular." 

Perfect. 

I plan to utilize that list to ensure that I reach 100,000,000 readers by Tuesday. 

Tip #1 suggests "Start a controversy.  Just remember not to cross the line."

Here we go people.  Prepare to be offended. 

I contend that these..

...should not be sold at Target. 

Countless times now Jaime or I have gone up to the clearance rack excitedly examining the cute "shirt" we have stumbled upon, only to lower our soon-to-be disappointed glance to the built in shorts..

That's right.  A romper. 

Admittedly, I have purchased the classic "tank top sewn into the actual top" look, so I am not immune to these sorts of multi-purpose outfits.  I just cannot support the romper.  I'm sorry. 

If I really wanted to "cross the line" as Tip #1 suggests not to do, I would delve into this whole "Missoni" phenomenon also occuring at Target. 
But that is a controversy for another day.

Hot Stuff

I love family birthday night... :)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Seafood.

Emma caught sight of her very first fish at the doctor's office the other day and it's all she's been talking about since(we assume).  So today I headed to Bridges Pets (free plug) with Jaime (who is currently on a steady diet of saltines), Briell, Marli, and Jude (who went home with a new pet Betta fish named Whiskers that he tried to drink as we exited the building.  Not his fault, Whiskers looks delicious).**

In all reality, Emma was far more enamored by the bright lights of the store than she was by the animals, but with some silly faces from us, prolonged time in front of each glass casing, and the right camera angles, she had the time of her life..

 In the words of Jaime Broxson, "You are sickin' me out big headed fish..." (my paraphrase)

**It should be noted that the Hansen family did not in the end take my "Whiskers" suggestion but went with the more clever name of Alpha the Betta.  Welcome home Alpha.