Thursday, October 22, 2009

I bet you didn't know that I married a cowboy...

But, here it is - the PROOF!
In case you're wondering... We had our church Harvest Party at the Langstaff's last Saturday, and Brad and Beth dressed as cowboys (I guess she would be a cow-girl, huh?). Brad said since I won't let him wear his cowboy boots out, he'd have to dress up like a cowboy just so he could wear them!
(editor's note: In my defense, I have never told him he couldn't wear them. However, I am NOT fond of cowboy boots - not necessarily the boots themselves, but the swagger that comes with them in most of the male species. If you disagree with me, that's all right. I'll still be your friend)

Wait a minute, though....

Are they cowboys, or outlaws?

Yeah, I think at least one of them is an out-law - or is that supposed to be in-law?
Who cares - they're the same thing, right? :-)

The 'Princess' got to take a whack at her first pinata - she actually seemed to know what to do with it until it broke.
Beth and I were both standing there telling her, 'go pick up the candy'.
She finally grabbed a little bit, but by that time most of the other vultures/kids had gotten most of it - but that's ok by me, 'cause that's less candy for me to have to keep her from eating! :-)

She really did start out the evening in full princess regalia - fancy dress, crown, frog prince, the whole works, but she sent the frog packing right away, threw her crown in my purse, and eventually ended up wearing, not one, but TWO hoodies over the dress (it was a bit chilly out), with her fancy princess hair straggling around her face.

Oh well. Princesses are people, too!
Playing with boys is especially hard on the princess clothes... and playing with boys and doing boy stuff are some of her favorite pastimes.
But, boy, all the boy stuff sure does make you thirsty!
Finally, they went on a hay-less ride.

Ju had a blast! She's still talking about 'the party' and wanting to know when we're going to go to another one. Every once in a while, she says, 'I 'member...we rode in a ... we rode in a... what's it called, mommy?'

(editor's note #2: I realize that the quality of the pictures is atrocious. My camera is getting old and tired, and doesn't go out much at night. I really need a new one. Maybe if I pray REALLY hard? )

In other news, Juliana got to move to a big bed today. My baby's growing up! She's been sleeping in a toddler bed since we moved, and she loves it, but she was using the mattress to the crib; I had a choice of moving her to the twin bed or buying a new baby mattress, and, since space is somewhat limited these days, I figured it would make more sense to give her the bigger bed.

I asked her this morning if she wanted to put it in her room. She said, 'no, that's Beh-beh's bed.' (It's been in the spare bedroom, and that's where Beth sleeps when she comes over, so Ju thinks that the bed is hers) I asked her again if she wanted to use it now. She said sure. But, tonight, when I told her it was time to get in her bed, she said 'No, it's BEH-BEH's bed'. She doesn't have a problem sleeping it - you just have to call it the right thing. I can't win with this one!

Now I've just got to figure out where to put the computer and all the other stuff that has accumulated in this room, or the baby might have to sleep in the living room!

Only 10 more weeks to go!

Friday, October 16, 2009

Post # 52 .... In which the author finds no time (or inclination) to blog, an doesn't even try to make excuses.

Other than the fact that I'm roughly the size of a small hippopatomus, bear a slight resemblance to an inverted camel, and am currently being eaten by a boa constrictor, I mean, small carnivorous beastie named Juliana (she's jumping on me, trying to eat my nose, and screeching everytime I try to put her down that she's 'slared' and needs to be 'resc'ed').
I had pictures of a couple of my recent projects to post, only to discover that I took pics of the construction process and failed to get any of the finished object. Silly me. So, I guess you don't get any of THOSE! :-) (They were both items for a very small person named Connor)
Speaking of Connor, Ju has been pretty adamant that she doesn't think we need a baby at our house. She's ok with a baby in Mommy's tummy, as long as he stays THERE. So, Connor Adamson was born about a month ago, and since, well, she's decided that a baby might be not be too bad of an idea. She was holding him yesterday, and said "Mommy, can we keep him?". Of course, she has baby dolls bigger than he is...

(Heather, I apologize in advance for any mental, psychological, or physical damage my daughter causes your son. And thanks for keeping her while I got to the Doctor; You've preserved some of my sanity!)

As for OUR baby, he's growing like a weed, trying to see how far he can stick his feet out before Mommy pushes them back where they came from, trying out new positions daily, and getting the hiccups on a regular basis. The hiccups are one thing I could REALLY do without. Only 11 more weeks to go! (or 12 or 13...)
Here's a few random pics from the last few weeks:
Playing with some of her favorite people - Aunt Beth, and BOYS (any boys will do - it doesn't have to be those particular ones...)
Doesn't she look comfy?
We took her to the fair so she could ride some rides... she definitely doesn't have her Dad's stomach - she was spinning so fast my camera couldn't keep up!
...and here's her fat Mommy...