Our Christmas

This year is going to be a very small Christmas in some ways, and very large in others.

We don't have a lot of money, hardly any in fact. So we spent very little in way of gifts, but still did our best to make sure we and the rest of our family and friends will enjoy the holidays. We thought a lot about what gifts we were going to give people and got things that we knew they would like, instead of buying something expensive that we thought they might. We didn't go overboard.

We also couldn't spend a lot in the way of decorations. Our windows are decorated with paper snowflakes I cut out. We had a little village we started last year and set up a little table with that. (This being the last year we can for a while as by next year Piper will be able to reach it.) We got a tree from Fred Meyer for 20 bucks. It's not uber fabulous, but it's a tree and brings the Christmas feeling into our home. We got a few ornaments for very little to augment my small collection and for under 50 dollars we have a fully decorated tree(including the cost of the tree). And my biggest woe, we don't have a fireplace in this house. Or, at least, we didn't. Not wanting to try to have the Christmas spirit without a fireplace, which I find essential, I built us one. There is now a lovely paper fire crackling in a paper fireplace. It cost less than a dollar, but it still warms my spirit.

We may be having a small Christmas, but our love, imagination, and hearts grow large enough to make it feel not very small at all.

There have been many times during this season that I have seen people spend huge quantities of money on gifts and decorations and parties. And I've seen them and the end of the season, never any happier. And I feel richer than any of them because not only do I have a loving family and wonderful friends, but I have the truth about the gospel in my life and the knowledge that no matter how bad things can get here, at the end of our season on earth, our joy will be unparralleled, and our gifts ever increasing.

So if anybody else ot there is feeling the strain of the season, just keep a smile on your face and remember what the season is really about. Money isn't important, love is.

Merry Christmas

Snow

I've seen snow before. We go up to the cabin at least once a year to see it and play in it. I've gone out in the cold and the slush. I've built snowmen and forts and had snowball fights. I've gone sledding and skiing and trudged through it.

So why oh why do people act like it's something I have never experienced that I should be happy about?

I don't like the cold. I love heat. I love laying out in 100 degree weather and feeling my skin heat up. I love t-shirts and shorts and sandals. I love summer dresses and open toed heels. I love ice cream and rootbeer floats. I love swimming. I love having ripe fruit and veggies. I like heat.

But I chose to move to a place right before 20 degree weather sets in. So the car doors freeze shut. The roads are covered in ice. I can't stop shivering in our house that my husband insists is tropical in its clime. I wear turtlenecks and I'm still freezing.

I hate this.

A Bigger update

So here's the news. *Deep breath*

Piper's not crawling yet, but she sits up all one her own and she's strong enough to stand, she would just rather dive to anything that looks tasty, and everything looks tasty to her. She eats everything in sight, and even if she decides she doesn't like the taste of something she will continually put it into her mouth and make faces until you take it away from her. She loves bouncing, and though we have a ball we bounce her to sleep on, and a bouncer that she can bounce herself in, her favorite thing is to sit on your knee and bounce like she's riding a horsey. She still hates the car, which wasn't so fun on the drive to and from california, but thankfully sleeps wonderfully in then, so long as it's night. She hates plane rides more and does not sleep at all on those. The only good thing about those is that she doesn't scream during the flights, though she will shriek excitedly whenever she sees someone new.

I'm settling in well and amusing myself with cleaning and knitting and writing. I also might have made a friend, but I'm not sure yet because I haven't really spent too much time here, and the christmas season makes it difficult to make friends with people when they're busy with family and shopping and whatnot. But I'm hoping. Keep your fingers crossed and maybe in a few weeks I'll be writing how awesome my new friend is.

Logan is doing well, though business is dragging, and so he has started working for a realty company hauling trash, which may or may not offer a sort of stable future. There are some venues he's pursuing (a job for a month in california, and a hauling job with his uncle a few months out), but thus far we're living on savings and the goodwill of our families. Pray for us, if you have a spare secnd or two in your prayers, because we're nearing a point of desperation and could use all the help we can get.

Thanksgiving was fabulous, we went down and spent it with my folks and even thought the girls weren't there a good time was had by all. We'll be going down the day after Christmas too, and though the drive is daunting and dreadful, we are looking forward to it. Well, I am at least. I think Logan is too.

Anywhoodles, if there's anything else that you all would like to know about our stupendous lives, let me know!! I'll try to be better about posting. :)

She loves herself some santa!!! Look she's just finishing him off!! :)

Silly little update, don't you know words are for reading?

One word Answers

1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket
2. Your significant other? Stubbly
3. Your hair? Short
4. Your mother? Fabulous
5. Your father? Amazing
6. Your favorite thing? Piper
7. Your dream last night? Unremarkable
8. Your favorite drink? Water!
9. Your dream/goal? Happiness
10. The room you’re in? Office
11. Your hobby? Knitting
12. Your fear? Poverty
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home
14. What you’re not? Warm
15. Muffins? Lemon
16. One of your wish list items? Books!!!
17. Where you grew up? Gilroy
18. The last thing you did? Typed
9. What are you wearing? Earrings
20. Favorite gadget? cell
21. Your pets? kitties
22. Your computer? Dell
23. Your mood? Sleepy
24. Missing someone? Tamara
25. Your car? Chevy
26. Something you’re not wearing? Makeup
27. Favorite store? Borders
28. Like someone? NEVER!!!
29. Your favorite color? Green
30. When is the last time you laughed? 12:02:2008:13:35:23
31. Last time you cried? 11:28:2008:18:57:11

Silly-ness. But I can be silly. That's just the sort of girl I am. :)

Lots has been happening. Too cold and tired to tell you about it. Tomorrow will bear another post from me, so until then just know that nothing is ever easy.

Farewell, oh readers of mine.

Hiya!

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I know you all are probably anxious to hear what's up with me. Or just a few of you. ;)

Anyways, Piper is growing like a weed. She is six months old today. She is wearing 9 month clothes. Except for one little onsie that's really cute that my mama bought for her. It's pink with puffy sleeves and little strawberries all over it. IT's a 0-3 month. It fits her perfectly. It's a phenomenon. I dunno how that works, but it does. She's been wearing it for alittle over 3 months and it fits her just as well now as it did then. But we have just discovered that the 6-9 month clothes we bought for her two weeks ago are too small now.

There are fairies skipping around our house making things impossible. Or, to be more precise, making impossible things happen. The clothes are only the beginning. She hasn't started crawling yet. But she's about a month away from standing on her own. And instead of eating people's chins (as I remember my brother doing) she wants to eat your nose. Or your cheek. It tickles no little bit as well.

Maybe it's not the impossible. Maybe the fairies are just making things happen backwards. Logan cooks. I take out the trash. Logan shops and I stay home.

The world as I know is .... distinctly different than I thought it would be.

I blame the fairies.

To laugh or not to laugh-what a sad question

So, I don't know if you've noticed, but I tend to be a little silly and whimsical. Don't know rightly why, but there doesn't seem to be a cure. I am forever the weird one. :) Not that I object overmuch. I rather like being the odd one in a bunch. And boy am I.

In some places, I actually fit in. Me and my sisters get along famously. Even my brother, who we tormented mercilessly. We are alike in many ways, though that is to be expected with the whole growing up together that we were doing. And our silliness is definitely due to the fabulousness of our parents. With burping contests at the dinner table, movie quotes tossed out at random, a dad who was more likely to tease and joke than anything else, and a mom who wasn't afraid to sing silly songs, participate in camp pranks, and taught with laughter, how could we be any different?

And the extended family gets me, mostly. Some more than others, but they love me and accept that I'm just an odd duck.

California gave me my wonderful sense of humor and I was allowed to be silly and sarcastic. I was allowed to make puns and be outrageous. I could pop out of a closet and scare the pants off someone (usually my mother) and then laugh with them. I could dance around and generally make a fool of myself and have a grand ole time doing it. I could scream songs at the top of my lungs and hear my sisters answering with the next line from the other end of the house. I told jokes, I giggled. I laughed uproariously. I teased.

Apparently Idaho is a state without humor.

Nobody here gets me. I'm met with blank stares and complete incomprehension. I'm not that smart, and I know they aren't all stupid. But anything other than the most obvious jokes are just overlooked as a silly Californian being weird. And the jokes they find humorous...well I may just be too politically correct, but they all seem to be mildly offensive at best.

I don't laugh anymore. No giggles. I don't tell jokes. I don't tease - except my husband, but that's to be expected. I don't sing except to my daguhter. I don't dance at all. Sarcasm is too subtle. Silliness is looked at as immaturity.

That icky greenish stuff

You know, that stuff that everyone says is so important. The stuff you have to have in this country. That stuff that wars are faught over. That stuff that people are killed for. That icky ole stuff that's just so gosh darn important that if you don't have it you are a nobody. Sometimes worse than a nobody. Sometimes the lack of that icky-ness renders you invisible. Or it can even send you to prison.

I'm not talking lima beans here people.

Now, there are many way of obtaining that darn green stuff. You can trade your time and efforts for it. You can trade something you already have for it. You can take it from somebody who has some. You can wait for someone who loves you to die and get it from their lawyer. You can ask someboy for some. Someone could give it to you. There are even more ways than that. But all the rest are less and less likely ways to obtain it.

The bad part is, there are far more ways to lose it. If you plan to have a house, you'll lose some. If you plan to have a baby, you'll lose some. If you want to have a car or truck you'll lose some. Even if you ride the bus or take a taxi you still lose some. If you want some else to cut your hair you lose some. If you plan on eating you lose some. If you want to have lights on in your house, heat or a/c, water, TV, Internet, phones, and someone to take away your garbage, you lose some. If you want to take those cars or trucks anywhere you lose some. If you get bad habits and try to make more in an unreliable way you could lose a lot. If someone else pretend to be you they could take all of yours. There are too many ways to count.

It's so much easier to find places for it to go, than to find ways to get more of it.

It's probably the leading cause of worry in the average household.

I don't like it. I wish it wasn't a necessity. But it is. And so life goes on and the endless pursuit for that dumb stuff that people obsess over continues on. Whether I like it or not.

Home

"Home is where the heat is."

But what if your heart is in more places than one? What if you have a broken heart? Does that mean your home is broken as well? What if your heart is confused?

I think I might be homesick. If it's possible to be homesick while in your own home.

I miss my family. I want to go home. Which happens to be in Idaho, California, and Hawaii, all at the same time. Because that's where my heart is. Oh yeah, and for a little while Taiwan too.

I want to say that I'm a grown up who doesn't need to call home constantly. But I'm not. I want my mommy. And my daddy. And my little brother. And my sisters.

My family are my best friends. And I feel incomplete without them. How do people do this? They do it all the time. I feel like I'm about to fall to pieces quite often.

Somehow I can make this work. I can behave normally with no tears and no heartache. I'm sure of it. I just have to figure out how. Because so far nothing has worked. I cry a lot. Rather irritating. I just have to make sure Logan doesn't see. Or anyone else for that matter. I hate it when people see me cry. Luckily they can't see my heart.

Now, I don't mope around the house or anything melodramatic like that. I clean and take care of Piper and cook. I carry on as usual. I function. I'm just not... not quite myself I suppose. I miss the silliness I have with my sisters. And the fun conversations with my brother where he tells my everything that's going on with him and shows me the newest feature in his room. And the heart-to-hearts with my dad. And the advice and jokes and giggling and talks and fun with my mom.

Great. Now i started myself crying again. But you see, my family is such a big part of me, I just don't know what to do now that I am away from them.

Here is my home. I have my wonderful husband and adorable daughter. Both of whom I love fiercely. But they aren't everything. Logan is not my mother full of good advice and funny anicdotes, and Piper is not my silly sisters that make me forget about all the seriousness in life and just have fun.

No one can replace them. And I don't know what to do about it.

I miss my cousins. I miss my aunts and uncles. I miss my cousins kids. I miss my grandparents. I miss my brother. I miss my sisters. I miss my dad. I miss my mom. I want to be surrounded by family. My family.

I love my family. They are my home.

Malls, Balls, and Calls

I had a lovely day today. It's Labor day, so my sister-in-law didn't have to go to work. So she and her daughter and my mother-in-law and I went to the local mall. We only went for a couple hours, all in all I think it was about 4 hours or so. We wandered around. We found cute clothes. We chatted. We bonded as women. Though my niece was mostly just excited about being able to ride in the little car carts they have there. But it was a good experience. And I got cute clothes and some good movies. Fun day.

And Here it is

Piper is really starting to get coordinated. She understands when something is in her hands now. And there's this ball inside another ball that's part of her little fishy playstation thingie that she absolutely loves. It's soft and she grabs it in both hands and waves it all around before throwing it with surprising accuracy at whatever is nearest that will make plenty of noise. Which then startles her and usually illicits a shriek or two. Of course, I don't know that she does it on purpose, what with her being just shy of 5 months. But I tend to think that the frequency of such occurances cannot just be chalked up to coincidence. I could be wrong though. It's happened before.

No pictures with our crashed computer but balls are always somewhere

It seems like the only time I really get phone calls is when someone is trying to sell me something. Rather irritating. So this is me sending out a not-so-subtle hint that I wold like some calls of substance. Not concerning my substance and how much I'm willing to part with for something I neither want nor need. But a call from someone who cares more about how me and my daughter are doing rather than if I'm satisfied with my satellite provider. I want to hear from my family and friends. I want to hear about your days and lives and the world out there. I want to know I'm not just a potential customer. I want to hear from you!

Please???

It's a well of a tale I tell you...

Well troubles. Definitely not on my list of favorite troubles. In fact, I wish to hunt down the well fairy and give her a piece of my mind.

In case I'm being to indirect and subtle, our well troubles are far from over.

They're supposed to be.

We had our water treated and couldn't use anything for a whole day. No showers, no drinks of water, cleaning out all the contaminated ice, no washing dishes, we weren't even supposed to flush the toilet.

And yesterday we found out that it didn't do any good, so the money we paid was for nothing. And we had to do it again. For twice the cost as last time. No water today. Just finished flushing it all out.

Our house smells like a pool. They use chlorine to clean and kill everything. So I'm having strange swimming flashbacks. Kinda cool, because I totally loved the pool and swimming lessons and the swim team... but you know, it's our house. Not a pool in the middle of a hot summer day. So I'm not really so thrilled. Now I want to go swimming but I can't.

In other news, Piper is totally all better from whatever was ailing her. And she is hating life. Teething sucks. But she is utterly thrilled with oragel, so things aren't all that bad.

Okay, it's time for me to go now. Lots of anxiety and efficiency combined with severe shortage of sleep is not good for anybody. Much less a 21 year old mother who wakes up 4 to 5 times a night and then is up at 7 for the day.

Toodles y'all.

Piper plays. More.

Suspicious of the camera she was distracted from her playing

But quickly rediscovered the joys of the ball in front of her

And got over her suspicions in time to give me a big smile while wiggling all over

And then had to look over at daddy who was laughing at her antics and therefore ruining mommy's shot.

But the ball is irresistible and so she reached out with both hands and grabbed it.

I have to tell you, this is the first time she's really grabbed something on purpose. It was pretty dang cute. She wasn't really sure what to do with it once she got it, but it was still grand. She actually swung it and re-caught it a few times too. She's growing up so fast!

West Nile

To test for West Nile you go to the little clinic that is designated for your area. This is to cut down on how many clinics need to be equipped for testing. Also so they can keep an accurate account of how many cases have been diagnosed and in which areas. They do it for free, and they'll treat you for free too. All you have to do is make an appointment and go get your blood drawn and they'll test it and let you know within a week what your results were. And they'll set up care for you and answer any questions you may have.

So as a precaution, since we couldn't figure out what I was sick with, we went last Thursday to get me tested. West Nile is common in this area, and I have many mosquito bites. I always was concerned because while it isn't supposed to be contagious, you never can tell when you're breastfeeding.

Rest assured, Piper is safe. It can't be passed that way. In fact, only antibodies to the virus can be, so she is, in fact, less likely to get it.

If I had it. which I doubt. But I got a call this morning letting me know that the rather large vial of blood they drew a week ago was not enough and could I please come back so they could drain me dry? I may be exaggerating the phrasing a little.

I still have a large bruise from the last time they drew my blood. It's free, and let me tell you, you get what you pay for. She jiggled the needle all around in my arm trying to get the tourniquet off before she took it out, and let me tell you, if the same lady is doing it again, I will walk out of the room.

I have had my blood drawn many times. Many many times. Once I had to fill 10 vials. I know all the different techniques used. This lady had none. She should not have been allowed to hold that dumb vial, much less be the one to fill it.

I don't even have West Nile, and I still have to be put through this riggamaroll to satisfy my husband. And my doctors. This Bites.

So to take my mind off it, and yours, here are some pictures of my beautiful baby.

She loves holding her own hand


And eating her hand

And waving them both at me

And waving them at her fishies. And whacking them.
The fishies, not her hands.

So now I can be in a good mood. She's so beautiful.

Routine

I never really thought I'd say this, but I need a routine.

I can't handle this whole 'wake-up-and-everything-is-different-everyday' thing.

It's driving me batty.

Some days Logan works a little. I never know when those days are. He let's me know about 10 minutes before he leaves.

Some days Piper wakes up at the butt-crack of dawn and is ready to be up for the day.

Some days she sleeps most of the day (like today).

Some days I feel like crap and all i want to do is sleep.

Some days me and Piper are happy and play all day.

I really don't mind the differences with Piper, she's growing girl and I can adapt. But I get breakfast sometimes. Sometimes I don't eat anything until dinner and not much then. (Besides that, I've been getting really nauseous for some reason.)

My body is reacting to the ambiguity of my day. It doesn't know what's going on or if it'll get fed, or how much sleep it's going to get... no wonder it's freaking out on me.

I don't really know what to do, but I intend to figure out what I want for a schedule and implement it as soon as possible.

I've already established that I like planning. :)

Anyways, it's getting late, and I think tomorrow is going to be one of Piper's early days. So I'll see you all later!

Oh well.

All's well that ends well.

Ah, well...

Well then.

Well done.

Well well well...


So, guess what. Our water, yeah, that's right! It comes from a well. A contaminated well as we recently found out. The water we've been drinking and showering with, and using to wash Piper, and for her formula... it's toxic.

No wonder she's been sick!!!

And in case you were wondering, that's why I haven't been around lately. I got uber sick. Although they aren't sure that it's a well thing, they think it might be West Nile. Oh the joys we go through!

By the way, since we halted the water intake Piper is almost completely better. But I think the remaining little sniffles and slight fever are because she is teething rather than from anything more sinister.

Oh yeah! She's teething!!! Sucks at bedtime, but it's actually kinda cool.

Also, I'm doing better-ish. Not quite one hundred percent yet, but loads better than at the beginning of the week.

The other reason I haven't been updating or having any contact with the wonderful computer would be because of my wonderful husband. Insert sarcasm here.

*Sigh* He has discovered, or rediscovered Diablo II. A dumb online game that he hasn't been able to play for a long time because we haven't had internet. But we do now. And so every spare moment is spent with the dumb computer, closeted away from the rest of the house. He gets on whenever he has a chance. And those come frequently because he's the one in charge of his schedule. He doesn't even come to bed until after I've been alseep for over an hour. :(

But I am strong and I will figure out a way to either be okay with that or secretly hide or otherwise get rid of the dumb game without him getting mad at me. ;) wish me luck! Either way I'm gonna need it.

Anyways, I better go, my adorable little princess is getting hungry and she grins at me so big when she realizes she's going to eat. It's utterly adorable.

And here's more of her being utterly adorable.

Love and Marriage

Love and marriage,
Love and marriage,
Go together like a horse and carriage,
This I tell ya brother,
You can't have one without the other.
Love and marriage,
Love and marriage,
It's an institute you can't disparage,
Ask the local gentry,
And they will say it's elementary.
Try, try, try, to separate them,
It's an illusion.
Try, try, try, and you will only come
To this conclusion,
Love and marriage,
Love and marriage,
Go together like a horse and carriage.
Dad was told by Mother,
You can't have one,
You can't have none,
You can't have one without the other.
Try, try, try, to separate them
It's an illusion.
Try, try, try, and you will only come
to this conclusion,
Love and marriage,
Love and marriage,
Go together like a horse and carriage.
Dad was told by mother,
You can't have one,
You can't have none,
You can't have one without the other!


If only. I only wish that the world's view on marriage was anywhere close to Frank's wonderful song. Times change and I despair to see what will happen to the most sacred and wonderful institution by the time my daughter has grown. It's a depressing thought.

Planning

I am a planner.

If I'm planning something then I feel important and like I have a purpose. It doesn't have to be anything more than a girls night out. Or a really nice dinner for me and Logan. If I'm planning I don't feel useless and I don't dwell on the unpleasant things.

For instance, I have decided I am going to plan a tea party for next summer. Yes it's a really long ways away, and no one I know really drinks tea. But I have a plan and since when do you have to actually drink tea at a tea party? See, if I start planning now it's going to be an uber fabulous party, and I'll have time to experiment with recipes, look for a tea set, and figure out how I want to decorate. And with this much notice I'll be able to have the people I want come because I'll be able to plan it when I know they'll be here. So for all that's it's sort of crazy, it's helping me so I'm not. Crazy that is.

I love planning parties and dinners and romantic evenings and family dinners and girls nights out and things like that. I have so much fun and I'm pretty good at it too. Maybe I'll get a calling that lets me plan stuff. I think I'd really enjoy that.

I've also been planning the house. The painting and the arranging and the furniture buying. I don't know if I should try to get all the painting done and then move on to getting the furniture, or if I should do one room completely before moving on to the next. If anyone here has done this sort of thing, I'd love some advice.

Pictures are coming, I just haven't finished unpacking enough yet. So hold on. It won't be long now. Piper has just been taking up my time. Don't worry, it won't be like on the Incredibles. I fully intend to be unpacked within the next week or so. Not three years. :)

Anyways, I have to go, lots to do. Next post I'll let you know how things are going on the work front and hopefully have some pictures of Piper at least. Toodles!

Visits

So I'm totally lonely.

Yes I like Fawn and April just fine, but they have lives and I feel like I'm intruding when I'm around them.

So I'm soliciting you all for visits. I want visitors!!!!

We have a guestroom! *wink wink, nudge nudge*

COME USE IT!!!

Please?

I need someone to talk to besides my busy husband and 4 month old baby.

Or at least try emailing me so I don't feel totally isolated out here. Please?

Please?

Random

I have a strange craving for cherry chapstick...

My baby is better! She is almost completely all better. She's got a little bit of a stuffy nose and a cough when she cries, but oh my goodness she's worlds better than earlier in the week.

And! AND! SHE ROLLED OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

All by herself!!!!!

I'm so Proud of her!!!!!!

Also, I'm getting tons of ideas for what I want to do to this house. I intend to make it mine. Little stamps of me everywhere. You have no idea how hard it is to try to be happy and make a home out of someone else's taste and style. Ick.

It's getting late. Not that you can tell here. It seriously stays light out until about 10 o'clock. It's ridiculous.

And pictures!

Just waking up. And covering her face. Naturally.

And more happiness from the fourth!
Sticking her tongue out at mommy... the bad habits begin already.

And that is all for now. Toodles!

Swingers

That's us!

Not like that! Gah. No no no.

The swing. The baby swing. We love it. We bow down to it's superior baby calming skills.

Pay homage to the swing!!!!

Seriously, it's the only way I can do anything all day. If she's not in the swing or in my arms she's restless and upset.

So we are ardent swing fans. Swingers. Yup.

As we speak she's swinging and sleeping away. Miracles never cease.

And when you go out and have children of your own, you too will become believers in the power of the swing. Trust me.

*sends love to the swing* it's my new best friend. :)

I don't know how I could manage without it. No! Ah! Blasphemy! I refuse to even think about it.

Now I'm sure you think I'm a total freak, but when you have a crying sick child who can't even be set down for you to run to the bathroom, you will understand. Until then, just bear with me.
;)

Sick!

My little baby girl is sick. It just breaks my heart to hear her cry and cough. The poor little thing can hardly breathe.

:(

Poor baby.

Can't Post too much!

So cute!!!

ABC thing stoled from Christie

A. Attached or single?
Married. Attached as you can get. ;)
B. Best friend?
Tamara
C. Cake or Pie?
Pie. (but i don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy.)
D. Day of Choice?
Saturday
E. Essential Item?
Internet!!!!
F. Favorite Color?
Green
G. Gummy bears or worms?
Sour gummy worms
H. Hometown?
Gilroy, CA
I. Favorite indulgence?
reading
J. January or July?
July!!!
K. kids?
One perfect one
L. Life isn't complete without?
Family
M. Marriage date?
April 14, 2007
N. Number of brothers & sisters?
Two sisters, one brother.
O. oranges or apples?
Oranges AND apples
P. Phobias?
Dying and leaving my little girl all alone
Q. Quotes?
"A waist is a terrible thing to mind."
R. reasons to smile?
Books, babies, and silly sisters
S. season of choice?
Summer. I can't get enough of the heat
T. tag 5 peeps!
um, anyone's welcome
U. unknown fact about me?
I sometimes wish I had never gotten married
V. vegetable?
Celery
W. worst habits?
Snoring, not eating, and talking to myself
X. X-ray or ultrasound?
Gah. No thank you.
Y. your favorite food?
anything Italian. :) though I'm allergic to parmesan
Z. Zodiac sign?
Libra, though I don't seem to fit.

Idaho, Day 4

We're here.

It's totally terrid of me, pretty much since the minute we got here I've been mad at Logan because we moved here. It's not his fault, I agreed to move here, it's not like he forced me. In fact he gave me many opportunities to change my mine and stay there. At home. Where I belong.

I think I'm incredibly homesick. And I'm hoping that I'll get over it soon or our marriage is really going to start to suffer.

Our house is really nice. We have a huge kitchen, with a pantry, and I have a walk-in closet. Piper has a sort-of walk-in closet and we have an office, which is where I am currently typing this. We have good sized garage and yards. There are horses behind our back fence and we can see them through our back doors.

Baby Picture ahead

This is how she always sleeps. Strange little frog.

(I know I just posted, but I needed something happy and cheerful, and what's more cheerful than a baby's bum in the air?)

Uncomfortable

Things that make me uncomfortable:

• flies
• breastfeeding in public
• posing for pictures
• carrying oddly shaped heavy things
• lying
• living half-in half-out of boxes
• Ants
• false promises
• peeling skin(it itches!)
• lifting real heavy things

And guess what. I did or dealt with all those things today.

Of Fairies and Boxes

I've had a word or two with the stress fairy and she has agreed to take a vacation for a week or two, having been working overtime for a while now.

And so the car was fixed in a record amount of time with no hassle to speak of. miracles never cease!!

We found the trailer and it will be delivered to our door by 4 or so this afternoon.

And Piper has fallen in love with her swing and happily watches the mobile or sleeps in it for hours at a time. pictures to come later

The box fairy and the tape fairy have been merrily skipping around our house and it's beginning to look like a warehouse of minature proportions in there. piper isn't quite sure what to make of it, she keeps looking around with wide eyes.

The little girl in me keeps wanting to build forts with all the boxes. I stubbornly refuse, but I can't help but think that it will take a while to unpack and a fort might just happen by accident when unloading everything from the trailer in Idaho. :)

Also, me and tape fairy are NOT the best of friends. I always seem to get it stuck where I don't want it and dropping either the tape or the box (even when it's on a table or bench), which is apparently the goal of the tape fairy. I must have somehow offended her or something.... so tonight I will make an offering to the tape fairy in hopes of being able to pack in a reasonable amount of time and with about half the cursing. (Logan has gotten irritated with the random shouts of 'crudmuffins' and 'poop on toast' and 'boogers in my nose' that eminated from my general vicinity. It's the tape fairy I tell you!)

Stresses

Sometimes it seems like no matter what you do or how well something is planned, little stresses will always pop up to add to the experience.

For instance, we leave friday. It's currently monday. I just had to take my car into the shop to get fixed. (It decided it wants to pretend like it's at the beach and therefore is imitating the sound of grating sand.)

Now this isn't a super huge deal, as we have their word they'll have it ready by tomorrow at the latest.

Or at least it wasn't until I realized that now the only way we have to get around is Logan's truck and we can't put the carseat in it. So now I have no car and no way of getting my daughter to and from my parent's house.

Hah! What fun!

Also, we know the trailer we need to use to go to Idaho is in town again. We just don't know where.

Piper is behaving wonderfully. When she's held. When left on her own she cries and then screams. Pretty much breaks my heart. So all the packing that has to be totally done in three days is basically not getting done.

THE STRESS IS TRYING TO KILL ME.

Seriously I wouldn't be surprised to find a little stress fairy dancing around singing "I keel ju!"

Packing

So this weekend and all next week will be entirely consumed with packing.

That's right.

The move is upon us.

Next Thursday is my last day at work, and on Friday the 25th we leave the wonderful state of California for Idaho. You heard me right. Idaho.

But we'll have a house, be next to some really good schools, and actually be able to afford things there.

So there's plenty of good.

Just trying really hard to hang onto those good points right now. -_-*

It will be good. It has to be.

Joy

"Men are that they might have joy." I don't remember where in the scriptures that verse is. But it's my favorite.

It means that our ultimate goal is to have joy.

The definition of joy is "the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation"

I find joy in my daughter. Unequaled, unequivacal joy.

I find my life complete, and the world a joy to be in, simply because my little girl is in it.

I love her.

So I've had I livejournal for years and I decided maybe a blog wouldn't be too big of a step. Though I doubt anyone will read it... I thought I try anyways.

So I'm a working Mom for the moment and not enjoying it really. But in two months I'm moving to Idaho and if everything goes as planned I won't have to work there. Then I can just stay home with my little girl and watch her grow.

Well, it's short and boring, but that's all I have time for right now. So until next time.