I married my best friend.
I married my best friend.
Honorable Mention, starts with F
One of the new house activities that I had forgotten the joys of between our first house and this one is finding window coverings. Ugh. The whole process stresses me out. Everything in the decorating magazines is too overdone. And the prices! For some reason I just don't think that it should cost a mortgage payment to cover a window. So the fact that 6 months after our move we have anything on some of these windows is nothing short of miraculous.
So we went back on the hunt and located the perfect mate for a chocolate Roman shade. Of course, since I managed to not read all the details of this purchase, I ended up with some kind of button top rather than a rod pocket. Never fear, the sewing machine rode to the rescue. Then the 43" problem came up yet again. This time some cosmetic surgery and an actual organ donation were required to resolve the situation. It was touch and go for a few hours, but I think in the end everything turned out ok.
Clothespins . . . on every single drawer and cabinet.
Another strange and mildly OCD moment brought to you by the letters J and H and the number 3.
(You should ignore the non-dining situation going on on the dining room table back there.)
And this is on top of another awesome shower at church. This one was a triple play.
You know what one of the great things about being a second time mom is? You KNOW exactly what you like in a baby product.
Hello, Mylicon, I think I love you. And your illegitimate cousin Target brand gas relief drops? You are so my little secret best friend. Come on, a medicine that relieves tummy bubbles (and thus occasionally the unexplained newborn crying) and that you can't overdose a baby on, what is there not to love? Now if only it came in Mommy-size for those moments of unexplained crying.
Bottle liners for the Playtex Nurser bottles. The amazing thing here is how much these have improved in the last 20 years. When my brother was a baby, it was like you were putting milk in a Ziplock and then trying to screw the lid on over it. Not a task that should be performed by the faint of heart or the sleep deprived. And what about the fact that these don't have a gazillion valves and parts to clean! We might not get to see these for a few months (weeks), but I am ever so glad to have the stockpile ready.
Baby toiletries. I am so excited that these now come in fun smells that aren't girly. I can't wait to try Vanilla Oatmeal and Cucumber Melon. And we did have to throw in some bubbles just for the fun factor - because nothing convinces a three year old with a bath aversion to race for the tub better than bubbles . . . and the potential for splashing Mommy.
We had a great Easter this year. We hopped all over the bunny trail . . . and haven't really stopped since.
Me: Jackson, is there anything you want to talk about in your bedtime prayer?
J: Jesus . . . I saw him yeserbay
Me: Oh, really? Where did you see him?
J: In the other class
Me: What other class?
J: (long pause) . . . Ummm . . . (sudden smile) . . . I just tooted
And this spiritual discussion is now officially over . . .
We took advantage of the last day of Spring Break (other people's Spring Break, mind you - I MISS Spring Break!) to take a trip to the zoo. It was a gorgeous day and we headed to Gainesville to check out the Frank Buck Zoo. It is a smaller zoo, which can be of ultimate importance when you are say, 8 months pregnant.