Scott and I love watching Ivy eat. She is so...resourceful? I've never seen someone use their entire arm to stuff food in their mouth. Her favorite foods so far are black beans and avocados. If I didn't vividly remember birthing this child, I'd think there was a hospital mixup here. We did give her some of our chocolate shake the other day to make sure she's human, and we were pleased to find out she is. Anyway, tonight she expanded her horizons with some strawberries, which were apparently super sour. Haha. She liked it, but of course once the avocados came out, that was the end of that.
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Saturday, March 4, 2017
Homeward Bound
Hello people of the internet. The upholder (or maybe just the stubbornness) in me just won't let this blog die, so here we are still kicking and laboriously typing out yet another post.
The last few weeks have been full of "excitement." Scott started a new job a few weeks back. The new job appears to be amazing because it involved a fat raise, a non-bankrupt company, and a communal drawer full of Oreos in the office. All that being said, it was a stressful few weeks getting here. Not to mention, we're now looking at an interesting few months ahead with a likely home sale and purchase. I guess that's one way to get out of these early Sunday morning meetings?! It's unfortunate how quickly this moving perk came to mind... #supportivewife
Anyway, please send help. And better MLS listings. And moving boxes. And Twizzlers.
House hunting is just about the least fun web browsing in the world. I'm equal parts relieved and terrified when I can rule out a house for one reason or another.
I think, "Well, that one isn't going to work because of ____. Phew, not committing yet."
But I also think, "Well, that one isn't going to work because of ____, which means there's no perfect house! And it's impossible to stay in this budget! AND I DON'T HAVE IT IN ME TO HOME SCHOOL! AND WE HAVE SO MUCH STUFF TO PACK! AND AM I REALLY GOING TO HAVE TO PAINT A 3RD HOUSE!? AND WHY ARE ALL THE HOMES SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE ONE I OWN?!
Anyway, I'm really fun to live with right now as you might've guessed. On the plus side, now that one of us leaves the house for work, we now have 4 boxes of girl scout cookies in our possession. We'll be ok.
The last few weeks have been full of "excitement." Scott started a new job a few weeks back. The new job appears to be amazing because it involved a fat raise, a non-bankrupt company, and a communal drawer full of Oreos in the office. All that being said, it was a stressful few weeks getting here. Not to mention, we're now looking at an interesting few months ahead with a likely home sale and purchase. I guess that's one way to get out of these early Sunday morning meetings?! It's unfortunate how quickly this moving perk came to mind... #supportivewife
Anyway, please send help. And better MLS listings. And moving boxes. And Twizzlers.
House hunting is just about the least fun web browsing in the world. I'm equal parts relieved and terrified when I can rule out a house for one reason or another.
I think, "Well, that one isn't going to work because of ____. Phew, not committing yet."
But I also think, "Well, that one isn't going to work because of ____, which means there's no perfect house! And it's impossible to stay in this budget! AND I DON'T HAVE IT IN ME TO HOME SCHOOL! AND WE HAVE SO MUCH STUFF TO PACK! AND AM I REALLY GOING TO HAVE TO PAINT A 3RD HOUSE!? AND WHY ARE ALL THE HOMES SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE ONE I OWN?!
Anyway, I'm really fun to live with right now as you might've guessed. On the plus side, now that one of us leaves the house for work, we now have 4 boxes of girl scout cookies in our possession. We'll be ok.
Sunday, February 5, 2017
Potpourri
I'm just going to spout out a lot of random things going on because I have no continuous ideas for a post today.
1. Some conversations with Scott as of late:
S: "Stuck on his Facebook profile page, 'How do I see other people's 'news' on here?'"
S: *bringing Ivy in one morning* "We've got a champion sleeper here, don't we?"
C: "Ivy was up for almost 3 hours last night..."
2. The Queen is teething which is pretty bad. Luckily we feel super bad for her so it's easier to cope with this mania than her normal mania. In other Ivy news, Ivy is obsessed with tags. She doesn't really like toys, she likes tags with toys on them. She's also still very wary of strangers and will not cooperate with anyone but us (and "cooperating" with us is even kind of a stretch of a word, I think she just tolerates us because we feed her). She likes her dad's hair and is developing some great brown locks of her own. She will not laugh at the same thing twice. She is finally a good napper although she's still only slept through the night a grand total of one time in her now lengthy life. Once Ivy is sleep trained (in the millenium), we will need to look into adult sleep training because we've become even worse sleepers than Ivy.
3. For whatever reason I am so thrilled about Valentine's Day this year. There's little to no chance that I will leave the house on Valentine's Day but a girl needs something to believe in during Utah winters, what can I say?
4. I can't believe I am mentioning this, but our subdivision got a grocery store and I am just so thrilled by this. So far we've pretty much only bought ice cream and garlic bread there, but that's really all I needed in a nearby store anyway.
5. At long last, I think I'm getting a tax refund this year. Granted we "get" to pick ambiguous extra withholding amounts which is complicated to estimate, but how does any American fill out a W-4 correctly? I feel so skilled in my work until I have to file my own return.
1. Some conversations with Scott as of late:
S: "Stuck on his Facebook profile page, 'How do I see other people's 'news' on here?'"
S: *bringing Ivy in one morning* "We've got a champion sleeper here, don't we?"
C: "Ivy was up for almost 3 hours last night..."
2. The Queen is teething which is pretty bad. Luckily we feel super bad for her so it's easier to cope with this mania than her normal mania. In other Ivy news, Ivy is obsessed with tags. She doesn't really like toys, she likes tags with toys on them. She's also still very wary of strangers and will not cooperate with anyone but us (and "cooperating" with us is even kind of a stretch of a word, I think she just tolerates us because we feed her). She likes her dad's hair and is developing some great brown locks of her own. She will not laugh at the same thing twice. She is finally a good napper although she's still only slept through the night a grand total of one time in her now lengthy life. Once Ivy is sleep trained (in the millenium), we will need to look into adult sleep training because we've become even worse sleepers than Ivy.
3. For whatever reason I am so thrilled about Valentine's Day this year. There's little to no chance that I will leave the house on Valentine's Day but a girl needs something to believe in during Utah winters, what can I say?
4. I can't believe I am mentioning this, but our subdivision got a grocery store and I am just so thrilled by this. So far we've pretty much only bought ice cream and garlic bread there, but that's really all I needed in a nearby store anyway.
5. At long last, I think I'm getting a tax refund this year. Granted we "get" to pick ambiguous extra withholding amounts which is complicated to estimate, but how does any American fill out a W-4 correctly? I feel so skilled in my work until I have to file my own return.
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