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September 19, 2010
To keep Pearl from going mad with boredom after church today, I resurrected a lost talent of mine... yarn dolls. My grandma used to make hundreds of these for me as a kid in all sorts of colors and sizes. It made for hours and hours of entertainment. All you need is some yarn, a pair of scissors, and a book. Pearl wasn't too sure what I was trying to make her (she was still pleading for me to make more paper dolls but seeing as how I could figure out how to fold the paper right to get them to be attached to each other, I gave up) and we had a bit of a meltdown before she realized how much fun these are. I think even Jeff was impressed that I could remember how to make them. What I thought was going to be a bit of a chore to keep Pearl happy was really a lot of fun. I enjoyed telling Pearl about how my grandma used to make them for me when I was a little girl (ok, so 12 is still little, right?) and loved watching her play with them, imagining they were a family then Buzz Lightyear then who knows what. Every time I see them they remind me of how much my grandma must have loved me to give in to my pleadings to make these every time we went to her house. I sure miss her.
September 18, 2010
For the last six months or so our washing machine has smelled like s*%!
Pardon my french, but it's true.
Every time I started the washing machine it filled the entire house with poop smell. Not forgotten-sock-stuck-in-the-bottom-of-the-spinner (we looked) or mildew smell but poop. It made me feel like a slob but we could never find the source of the smell. Nothing else smelled like that. It drove me mad.
So after starting the laundry today and commenting under my breath how bad it smelled, Jeff got up and started working. He ripped apart the entire washing machine. A few YouTube videos later and he had found the culprit. Gross, nasty, stank. Lint, hair, hard water, and gunk. It was beyond disgusting.
Jeff immediately set to work scrubbing, scraping, and cleaning every nook and cranny of that thing. He spent a good two hours cleaning it and never once complained about it. As a friend commented on my FB status about this, "You know, they talk about wine and roses as signs of love, but taking apart the dishwasher to clean it is the really deal- deep, true-blue, sincere-to-the-core, forever-after love. You are a lucky gal."
Yep, now that's true love!
September 17, 2010
Why is it that Pearl finds her old baby toys so fascinating now? I mean, had I known I would have gotten them a long time ago on one of those days when she's driving me bonkers. Or wrapped them up as a birthday present. At any rate, I sure hope Cole is good at sharing because his sister is pretty set on playing with them.
September 16, 2010
Remember dinner on Monday night? Well, no pizza tonight! Nope, not even a recipe needed for this yummy dinner. I just threw in some on-hand vegetables and chicken over whole wheat pasta. Of course all that healthiness was probably counteracted by the garlic bread slathered in butter. But oh was it yummy!
September 15, 2010
I assure you that Cole was much more excited about coming home on time (for once this week) and getting to go outside for a few minutes before staring dinner than he looks. I know I was!
September 14, 2010
I should probably be more embarrassed about this picture than I really am. Yes, those are breast pads. It was another long day... and if you've ever nursed a child you know what I mean.
Again I should probably be more embarrassed by what I'm about to divulge but here goes. I'm overly blessed with milk (not breasts, just milk) when I'm nursing. I could probably feed an entire starving village if need be. With Pearl I was stupid. I pumped after most feedings thinking I was losing my milk supply but was only making the problem worse. So with Cole I got smart and decided to only pump if I couldn't stand it anymore. It's been much, much better. Well, I hadn't leaked very much in weeks so I decided to not wear the big nursing pads today, that could probably absorb a gallon of milk if they had to, but instead opted for these more dainty, washable ones. Bad choice. Cole wasn't in the mood to eat at all. Probably because he was distracted and had a headache from the other screaming children in the daycare today. I know I was!
A side note quickly... a girl I work with (Alex's mom and breastfeeding advocate) had asked a bunch of us nursing moms to help out with a photojournalism project with the Utah Breastfeeding Coalition this afternoon. Well, I can't turn down a friend and good cause - especially because I'm all for women having enjoyable experiences breastfeeding - so Cole and I modeled, if you will, during one of his feedings. Don't worry Jeff! No skin was showing and the photographer was more excited to take pictures of Cole's hair than my boobs.
Anywho, most of the day I was DYING! And leaking everywhere. The pads were soaked. So on my way to pick up Pearl from my sister's (she got to go to the zoo with Aunt Kimmy and cousin Ruby today), I attempted to dry them out. At a stop light I looked down to actually see what I had done and laughed hysterically. They looked so funny sitting there staring back at me like giant, white eyes. And that's when I realized that cranking up the AC to dry them out was the second dumb decision I had made today with my nursing pads.
September 13, 2010
It was just one of those days.
Neither Jeff or I got home at from work at a reasonable hour for making dinner. Pearl was hungry. Cole was hungry. We were hungry.
Domino's to the rescue.
Here's hoping the rest of the week isn't like today.
September 19, 2010
