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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Eva and Emmie have been either very very sweet to eachother, like in this pic hugging and kissing and sharing, or they practice their toddler WWF with eachother. Emmie is usually the winner. She only weighs about a pound less then Eva but knows how to throw her weight around.



I haven't posted a pic of my growing belly in a while so here it is. If you look closely you can still see the red mark on my belly button where Emmie lovingly bit it a few days ago. I can't believe that I have 3 more months to go. I feel stretched beyond my stretching point. Hopefully I can stand it. I'm worried about my sanity with all the itching, Braxton hicks contractions, my neurological problems and all the countless other lovely things that come with the pregnancy glow, I don't think I will come out of this pregnancy with all of my marbles intact.
Thank goodness for the amnesia hormones God gave us to forget the burdens of pregnancy, otherwise no one would ever have more then one kid.

Stuipid Genetics

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Often times Nate and I ask each other, "Why is your daughter so messy?" What provokes a two-year old to grab a handful of dirt and put it in her mouth? Why does she despise using silverware? Why does she have a major poop incident every month (we've spared you the pictures)?

Going through the old photo albums, I've finally figured out the answer to these compelling questions. After all, she is her father's daughter. . .

I love my gas stove, but I just don’t think it is that into me

Monday, June 8, 2009

I love to cook with gas, it heats up fast, it’s great for sauteing, brazing, making rue, and all the other fancy cooking terms I pretend that I’m good at because I watch way too much food network.
But I’m a bit of an absent minded cook especially when I have a bun in the oven. Eva came in while I was face booking and told me it smelled like marshmallow. I had just started to boil water so I had no Idea what could be burning. But when I when to investigate I found that I had set another pot holder on fire. This surprisingly it does smell just like a toasted marshmallow. This is now the 6th or 7th time I have done this so I wasn’t too surprised nor was it hard to clean up, I have it down to a science now. But I think my future stove purchases will be electric to prevent me from putting my house up in flames

What's your sleep number?

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

So while we were on vacation last week we got to try out the famous Sleep Number Bed. Not because we wanted to, but just because that's the bed the hotel was boasting. The first night we try the recommended sleep number of 35. That was a lot like sleeping on an inflatable mattress when you're camping, comfortable for like 15 minutes until you realize your neck kind of hurts and your back is a bit stiff.

We decided to give the famous bed the benefit of the doubt. That probably just wasn't our sleep number. So we pumped it up a bit. Only to discover that your sleep number increases by increments of 5. Thus, you don't really get 100 possibilities, you get 20 possibilities and we just ruled out sleep number 35 and below. Not to mention that inflating the bed sounds like a small aircraft is taking off nearby (not great in a hotel with a couple hundred rooms, you hear all your neighbors playing with their sleep numbers a lot).

Next we tried sleep number 90 which felt kind of like sleeping on a park bench with a sheet on it.
We finally settled around 60 for our sleep number which really felt kind of like a water bed. But was at least comfortable enough to get a good night's sleep for the last couple of nights.

Don't fall for the ploy that is the Sleep Number Bed, you'll just miss your old mattress and your back and neck will hate you. Our bed back home never felt more comfortable.

Vacation Pic from Phoenix

Monday, June 1, 2009