Happy Monday!

Our alarm clock (Evy) went off at 4:58 this morning. Holy Crap! Happy Monday! Pass the coffee!

Hang on for Dear Life

I don't know what Evy thought was scarier; Grandpa's driving or Jacob poking her eyes out.

Thanksgiving in Review

Evy had a 102 fever on Thanksgiving day so she and I hung out at home while Scott went to dinner at his parents. By Friday night she was feeling better so we were able to keep our original plans of heading to my parents for the weekend. Evy and her cousin Jacob had a wishbone pulling contest, read books with Grandma and had the stuffing bathed off of them.

Oh, What a Night...

Poor baby. Last night at 9:30 I found Evy sleeping in her own vomit (TMI?). I can't believe she didn't wake up. After getting her cleaned up and put back to bed she proceded to throw up another 4 times through 2 a.m. Our washing machine couldn't keep up with Evy so Scott made a midnight run to Wal-Mart for backup supplies including crib sheets and PJ's. Good grief! Evy seems to be feeling better this morning. Scott is staying with her until noon and then I'm leaving work to take the afternoon shift. This Thanksgiving I am thankful that Evy doesn't throw up very often. YUCK!

Book Worm

Evy is really in to books right now. All she wants to do from the second she gets up to the time she goes to bed is sit in your lap and read books. We'll get part way through one and she gets up, goes over to her shelf and pulls down another one. The way she backs into your lap is hilarious. She'll walk towards you and then when she is about 3 feet away she'll turn around so her back is to you and then she walks backwards until she gets to your lap and sits down. "Peek-a-Zoo" from Scholastic is one of her favorites right now.

Apologize to Your Mother

I remember sitting in the car with my dad and my brother waiting on my mom. Always waiting on my mom. Whether it was a family gathering, BBQ or wedding we were going to my mom was always the last one in the car. When she would finally get into the car we would all let out various complaints "Whyyyyy do you take so long? We've been waiting on you for 10 minutes. Sheeeeeezzzzzz." Now, I know why my mom was always the last one in the car. Not only did she have to get herself ready to leave the house she had to get my dad, me and my brother ready (to varying degrees). She had to make sure the dish was prepared, the card was signed and the gift was wrapped. She had to make sure we had sunscreen, or bug spray or whatever array of junk was needed for that particular outing. I'm now always the last one in the car. If you remember this same scene from your childhood apologize to your mother. I apologized to mine today.

Big Laughs

Either I am hysterically funny, or Evy is. You choose.