Friday, June 29, 2007
Doesn't she look like she needs a sibling? It's funny how it seems crazy to get pregnant again when you've still got what seems like a baby in your house, and then within those 91/2 months of pregnancy, they manage to grow up so much you're worried you've waited too long. (I say that like I've done it before.) I'm not actually worried... it's perfect, but I think she's ready. Only 21 weeks to go!
P.S. A week from today is the big ultrasound!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
She's 22 months on monday, so close to 2! Here are some of her favorite words right now:
It's true what they say, it seemed like one day she decided she'd finally give us the pleasure of hearing some of the MANY things she was busy storing away in her mind. It is SO fun to realize how MUCH she understands and what a smart, funny, coy, AMAZING little kid she is. SO excited (and a little terrified) to see her as a big sister. I'm hoping I can slow her down for a moment and get her a little more interested in her dolls so she'll think helping me with a little one is fun. We'll see.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Possibly the only good thing... 'So You Think You Can Dance' is the highlight of my week. Totally unexposed to this world of the quintessential feminine talent growing up, I never thought I was missing out on anything by having zero skills in dance. Now I dream of hip hop and contemporary dances in my sleep, wonder what kind of woman I'd feel like wearing a gown and dancing ballroom, and sometimes, Ross and I are guilty of pausing and rewinding so we can attempt to mimic the choreography and dance along with the scantily clad teenagers.
I love this show.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Back to the title of the post...it's on the market! Probably one of the worst markets possible for selling a house out here... but it's on it, nonetheless. We're not totally desperate since, no, we're not going anywhere. So if it takes a year, it takes a year. We just figured that if we wanted to upgrade any time soon, which we do, we needed to get the ball rolling now. The whole thing is a little more exciting than I expected, and even though the average house sits on the market for over 200 days before selling, I just know, of course, that someone is going to knock on my door tomorrow and love it and buy it. So I'm keeping it very clean... we'll see how long that lasts. How on earth do you keep your house ready to show for 200+ days living with a toddler?? Maybe I'll learn some really good habits for the next house.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
From: Sophia (and Mommy)
(So the song doesn't really make sense. But I've yet to find a great daddy/daughter love song. I just wasn't feeling "Butterfly Kisses." So enjoy the melody and if you get creative... some interpretations could make sense for when she gets older.)
Happy Father's Day Ross... I figured you could never see too many pictures of you and Sophia loving life together. You really are a superb father. We love you.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Every time she hit the water and knew the slide was over, she was furious; screaming and pointing back to the slide for as long as it took Ross to get her out of the pool, climb back up the stairs, wait in line behind other orderly, rule-following children as she tried to jump out of his arms and run to the front of the line to propel herself head first if she had to- down the slide again. I have no doubt she would have done it if she could. What started out as some good old family fun took a very quick spiral downward and Ross ended up outside the gates with a screaming child in a fit in the grass while I filled my arms as fast as possible with our pool toys, snacks, towels, water, diapers, lotions, hats, back-up clothes, back-up back-up clothes, and much more I'm sure. (Please recall the bottle of water and book that I packed for our "romantic" kid-free day at the beach. Sigh.)
So it really was funny in retrospect. That is after Ross changed the flat tire that we found upon arriving to the car with our screaming Tasmanian devil. (Yes that's the truth.) It was like some evil addiction. The 8 second ride was so much fun it made her angry during every other second that couldn't be spent in the sliding motion. Some joy just isn't worth it. Maybe when she's a little older.
Oh yeah- and I'm searching for a new template and since blogger has like 9 for all of us to share, I just keep changing my mind.... I'll probably end up back where I started eventually. Opinions welcome.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
And this concludes the week in San Diego. Memorial Day, a gorgeous, sunny day (the pictures from before were from Sat. which were a little gray- don't be deceived, the next two were perfect- no sweatshirts Joe), we played like a family reunited after a couple of days apart. She played in the sand, went in the water with Ross and really couldn't get enough. She was fearless as always. She couldn't be stopped by the freezing cold water or the disintegrating, sand-filled, non-swim diaper containing her rear. She charged the waves and went a bit deeper than we expected, making her daddy look a bit silly for not taking his shirt off since he was chest deep and soaking wet by the end. We were so content to watch her explore and discover and react. And reminded why it's so wonderful to have children even though they make schedules, sleeping in, eating, driving, and generally most things in life... harder. And that should be the purpose of vacations right? To remember why it's all SOOOO worth it.
Luckily, still happy to be home.