Mothers Day Moments

As this was my first official Mother's Day I was hoping for something memorable. Indeed, the day was memorable and truth be told I thoroughly enjoyed it all. It started with breakfast made by my loving husband. (I had everything laid out on the kitchen counter ready to go for him!) Afterwards we drove to our local state park and went hiking with the dogs. The weather was great and after nearly two-weeks straight of rain, we were excited to see the sun. Of course the trails were a bit muddy, but we didn't care. Since it was so nice we decided to take the scenic route home and travel down some country roads we had never been on before.

While driving we passed by a little convenience store with a huge plastic cow (sporting some stylish pink glasses) and I thought "Oh how cute - let's take a picture". Alex pulls the truck over and we both hop out in a hurry. Since we were just going to be a minute and the baby was sleeping Alex thought he would just leave the car running with the a/c. (And truth be told I did not argue; after all, we were just going to be a minute). Well we take the picture and get ready to hop back into the truck. However Snoopy had other plans. When we got out of the car he had jumped on the door securely locking all four doors on the truck.

We panicked. Here we are Alex all muddy from the dogs/hiking, me sweaty and barefoot, and our dogs and infant locked in our running truck... in Kentucky. For the next 15 minutes (which felt like hours) Alex and I are pounding on the windows, jumping up and down, trying to entice one of the dogs to unlock the doors.

(Side note: what is the darn Beagle doing this whole time? Well apparently our banging on the front windows was annoying him so he climbed into the back, under the seat, and fell asleep.)

Finally the police officer we had called initially arrived. It took mere seconds for loving Shia to ferrociously attack the window when the officer arrived. Yet in doing so she pressed the window button just enough to provide a gap that we could stick our arm through and unlock the door. Who knew it would be Shia's bad attitude that would eventually save us?!

Other activities that day included a failed plaster molding art project (Addie has some wiggly toes) and a family finger painting. All in all I'd say the day was a success. And I have the picture to prove it!

Revival?

"If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?" - Milton Berle



Is this the revivial of the timely blog post? Don't count on it. I realize that for the past few entires I have made vague promise to be more consistent in updates. Well, I am making the argument that "consistent" and "timely" are very arbitrary terms. Therefore "sporadic" and "occasional" are as consistent as you are going to get. When my hands turn idle, I will turn them to blog updates.

Lately, my days have been filled with a baby who is quite literally changing before our eyes. One day she is humming and grunting (which we considered her "talking") and then the next morning her mouth is wide open shouting "la-las" and "da-das". Of course this has got Alex and I in a constant repeat of "da-da-da-da-da" and "ma-ma-ma-ma" respectively. The competition has started on who she will call out to first. She loves the attention and will just laugh every time.

Since Alex was scheduled to leave this month, and will be gone for the next 6-weeks, we decided to start the cereal stage a little early. For the past two days we have given her just three or four little spoonfuls. At least half of it immediately comes back out with a sour lemon expression on her face. But it's all about the learning process.