Do You Believe in Magic?

At my bridal shower Rob's Aunt Leslie gave me an awesome gift basket of cleaning supplies. As I was opening it she explained everything in it and when I came to the Magic Sizing she told me "Robby likes sizing, not starch." I smiled pleasantly whilst inwardly I was seriously doubting my ability to properly care for a home, let alone a husband because I had no idea what this "sizing" was (I had heard of starch but had no clue how to use it). Flash forward two and a half years, the sizing bottle is getting rusty from neglect since that shower. So now that I am pretty much a pro at this mothering thing (ha!) my new hobby is caring for my much-neglected-since-Grace's-arrival husband. So as not to send my husband to the office looking slovenly I have started ironing his shirts and my new best friend is Magic Sizing. Oh how I love that stuff. It makes ironing de-lightful.

So, thank you Aunt Leslie for introducing me to this can of ironing happiness. Want to know my silly little indulgence? Ironing my sheets. I'm pretty sure that there is nothing better than getting into a bed of freshly ironed sheets. And those wrinkle-free pillow cases. Ahhhh...heaven.

Babies Are Gross

I'm sure I'll have many occasions to re-use this title, so why not start now. I feel bad for not blogging in so long, but I don't have much to say. Or even many pictures really. Mostly recently I've re-realized that babies are gross. Mine in particular has an affinity for chewing and sucking on the metal handlebars while she's riding in shopping carts which is gross enough. Then the runny nose starts. No one I know has a runny nose. I don't even want to think what she's contracted and then given to me. Gross. I will never go out without the shopping cart cover ever again. Like we need the swine flu on top of the current not-enough-napsleep-crankiness? No thankyou.

In other news, Grace loves to stand and climb. This morning I found her climbing up her high chair balancing delicately on one of the rungs. Yikes. Here's Grace climbing on her toy basket. She got mad when she got high-centered and was having difficulty moving. She's getting into everything now and I'm sure it's only going to get worse.


She loves to chew on the high chair straps, so she'll stand, then squat to have the optimal chewing angle.

Here are some random pictures from the past few weeks:

Happy Easter

The whole egg hunting crew.

Gracie finding (and eating) her first egg...

Can you see the two bottom teeth?

My two favorite people.

Milestones

It seems like in the last week things have clicked with Grace. She now crawls on her hands and knees instead of doing her belly-dragging army crawl. She also loves to pull herself up onto her knees and pull anything off of tables and bookshelves that she can reach. I always find her after her naps up on her knees waiting for me.


She also is now taking baths in the big bathtub and loves having lots of water to splash around in.


No pictures, but after a month of sitting on her little potty, she's finally figured out how to use it and uses it pretty regularly. We're so excited!

She also cut her two bottom teeth last week. Pictures are really hard to get!

Good job baby girl!

Don't Buy Stuff

The Today Show does a little segment on Money 911 every week where they answer viewer questions. I think one week instead of taking the same questions over and over again they should just play this video... it makes me laugh.

Goodbye, Dear Friend

Today I lay to rest a good friend, Pen (2008-2009). She was born in a Papermate factory in 2008 and despite early penhood struggles came to be the best pen that she could be. She has been through many a scribble with me in good times and bad. Pen has helped me organize every week with a To Do list and now I mourn her loss. She was a good pen. She wrote dark and thick and glided across the page as you wrote. With her, I wrote my favorite handwriting. She was always there for me when I needed a reliable writing instrument. She never pooped out and had to be shaken and doodled to continue making marks that one could actually see. And today, while writing out the grocery list she gave her last little spurts of ink. I will miss you, dear Pen.

*I'm weird and that's okay. But I really am mourning the loss of my favorite pen. Just ask Rob, she was the best ever. I would sing her praises whenever I wrote with her and someone was around to listen to me ramble and even sometimes not.