More shenanigans

This mobility thing is a pain. While I was sorting my laundry, I see Daniel wiggle (he's still not crawling, per se) his way to the door of the laundry room and go in. I figure, "there's nothing in there he could possibly hurt himself with". Then I hear him start grumbling- not his pain cry but his "this didn't work the way I think it should" cry:


The picture would be much better if you could hear the sound he was making. The pics don't show his annoyed facial expression. He was completely stuck and NOT very happy about it.
Just about as happy as he was when mom decided to take pictures of lucy guarding his crib instead of getting him out of the crib and feeding him:



By the way, I didn't post my most recent siggy:

3 years of Februaries

February 18th, 2006- after 3 months of dating, Kenny proposes in the middle of my favorite fountain (the Keller Fountain in Portland, Oregon):

We're very happy:

We got married 6 months later.

February 27th, 2007- Lucy the puppy enters the world, destined to be the best dog ever (after much training).

It's love at first site:


February 15th, 2008- I'm 27 weeks pregnant. To celebrate "love week" we go on a wonderful "fancy" date. We didn't know at the time but because Daniel would try to make an early appearance a few days later, it was the last time I'd leave the house (aside from to see doctors) for 8 long weeks:


February 2nd, 2009- it all comes together. Daniel gets into Lucy's waterbowl:

He found his tongue

And it's adorable:

From 2009-01-29

(sorry it's crappy quality, there are some heavy combat maneuvers one must use to take a picture before he eats the camera)

Hard Water

So I boiled some water the other day to make rice, then totally forgot about it. I came back 15 minutes later or so, and the water was boiled completely away. What was left was a filthy saucepan. This is the remains of only ONE CUP of our tap water:

From 2009-01-29

Yummy.

Picture Catch Up

It was a quiet evening and Lucy was enjoying cuddling with Kenny:

Then, out of no where, Daniel attacked:

Tried to eat her tail (you can see the white nub of it in his hand):

Then decided to join the snuggle action (yes, I let my son use my dog's rear-end as a pillow):


In other news, Daniel is mildly allergic to Parent's Choice Cheddar and Corn Puffs. He's had them quite a few times but I only just noticed the mild hives he gets afterwords:


As of today, my baby is 9 months old! It's been, to be honest, an AWFUL week, as my milk supply is diminishing and not enough to keep his belly filled. He's woken up every night at midnight, 3 and 5, completely hungry and inconsolable. If he would just take a freakin bottle, it wouldn't be as big of a problem. Fortunately, last night, he cut us a break and slept til 5:30 am. The world is seeming much shinier today.

True Subconscious Love

I have the best husband in the world. Case in point:

Kenny went to bed at 8:30 pm last night, very exhausted after a very busy weekend- Friday evening, he went to the Peanut Butter Factory because I was sick and couldn't go, then he took baby duty that night because it had been a week since I had slept for more than 4 hours at a time, Saturday he taught Saturday School then watched/cooked pizza with/played Wii with Jonathan, Jeremy and Ashley for 3 hours (I helped, but I was mostly preoccupied with Daniel- Lucy probably helped more than I did). Sunday he taught his regular Sunday School class of 12 year olds, then taught Elder's Quorum as well. In short, my husband was already being considered for Sainthood.
Keep in mind that Kenny talks in his sleep, holds full conversations- I always enjoy taking advantage of his subconscious state because that's when the truth really comes out.

I stayed up to use the alone time to relax and play Spore, a computer game I got from my mom for Christmas but never get to play. During the two hours after he went to bed, he kept sitting up, looking confused, then moving a foot or so more towards my side of the bed, then flopping back down and going back to sleep. I thought "oh, how sweet, he's trying to find me". When I came to bed, he was completely in my spot, so I just climbed into his spot. As I get in the bed and ready for warming-up-cuddles (we don't heat our house if we can aviod it, meaning it's regularly 64 degrees or so), he looks at me all sleepily and says (in the tone of voice that usually tells me he's talking in his sleep):
"Why is the bed creaky? It shouldn't be creaking, you got to get to sleep!"
"It's always creaky, silly." Then, taking advantage of the fact he's talking, I decide to call him out: "Why did you steal my spot in the bed?"
"I didn't steal it, I'm warming it for you! I've been warming it for hours. Now you're here, I'll go to the cold side of the bed"
Sure enough, he then steamrollers me to get back to his side, then cuddle-attacks me, maneuvering me into the warmest spot of the bed. He then grabs my feet with his feet, makes a small exclamation over how cold they are, and sticks my toes in between his legs to warm them up. Once in optimal warm-up-wife position, he won't let me move- I'm completely trapped. If I try to roll over, his grip on the cuddle tightens, until I politely ask if I can please lay on my side, at which point we reposition then he locks back on like a vice. He keeps telling me it's his job to warm me up. He then kisses my nose and goes back into deep sleep.
This was all elaborate enough I assumed he was awake, especially by the end- but just now on the phone, he tells me that he has no recollection of any of it and he was, indeed, not fully conscious at the time. I believe him- he's an awful liar. That means even his subconscious is just that sweet.
Plus, he's willing to stand outside and toss the baby in the air a billion times while I try to get a picture like this:

(I took it for my photography groups Challenge of the Week- theme: silhouettes. Last week I got third place for the theme "light".)

Things I wish I didn't love...

...but I do:
Yo Gabba Gabba. I've always been pretty anti-kids-tv (spongebob is the devil... and where did Wishbone go?). When I first saw this show, I thought "why are all kids shows written by crackheads?"... then lori sent me this clip (ten points if you watch the whole thing- the best part is about halfway through):

And I've had "there's a party in my tummy... so yummy so yummy" in my head ever since. Turns out that one of the guys from The Aquabats (remember them?) is a writer for it. They have B-list celebrities on sometimes (like Tony Hawk) and every show I've watched has had something I'd be happy with Daniel learning (and fortunately, he's mesmerized by it).

Cake Decorations:
I can eat these things straight with reckless abandon. They are delicious. Unfortunately, they are also expensive. I wouldn't be surprised if I could make them myself with just sugar and egg whites but... that would be very dangerous. Warning: when you buy them, go for lighter colors. They won't stain your teeth as bad.


Sex and the City/Lipstick Jungle
I don't consider myself a girly-girl. I never liked boy bands or anything else the rest of my generation got so excited about. I don't read smutty books, don't watch soap operas. So why, oh why, do I love Sex and the City so much? (tv-edited on TBS, of course). Now that we have a DVR I can watch it all again even though I'm pretty sure I've seen every episode. Then last year a SatC wannabe show came out- "Lipstick Jungle". I wasn't going to watch it, really. But I watched a few episodes on hulu.com and now I'm sucked in. It's my secret shame. As is...

America's Next Top Model
Kenny says I watch it to meet my "cruel judgement" quota. Sure enough, I critique and mock the girls the whole time. I think I'm a very nice person in real life... so the snarkiness has to come out somehow. Tyra is a trainwreck these days, the models rarely amount to anything... and yet...

Awkward birds
Most people hate pigeons. "Filthy creatures." Me? I'll go out of my way to look at them and talk to them. Heck, one of them will feature as a character in my book (actually, where the whole idea for the book got started while I was in France). Pigeons, ducks, and penguins... how could you not love them? Kenny says that when the kids are all in school he'll build me a duck coop and I can have a pet duck. It's a dream of mine.

Convinced I'm crazy yet?