Slow to Write

I know, I know, I'm a huge blog slacker. Every time I don't write, it means I'm actually sleeping since I blog when I have two hands, ie. the baby is sleeping.

If it makes it any better, I did make this website the other day. It's a fictional home interior and garden design business and I definitely took a poet's license when I wrote the text, so don't call me asking me to clean your garage.

I've been productive, just not on the blog. But it almost doesn't count since I haven't recorded what I've been doing.

Okay, let me think... I've been uh, entertaining. We had some friends over for dinner.

The Gilbert Family- Cute as can be

I've been walking around the lake, doing laundry (sooo exciting, I know), we went out to dinner a few times which is always an adventure. The baby will watch us from her car seat at the dinner table for 20 minutes tops, then wants to be held, "walk" on the booth seat, or have someone carry her around so she can check everything out. On the occasion where timing is poor, she'll erupt into a frenzy and want to eat which causes complications for all involved. I feed her in the air-conditioned car and it works nicely.

I'll write about the stuff I've been putting off.

Happy Birthday to me
Usually I have an annual 23rd birthday party (thank you maygenJ for sharing that concept with me). However this year, I felt perfectly comfortable turning... as old as I turned, since I have a kid now. I feel like I've accomplished something and at least have gotten an entire 10 month pregnancy out of the way.

We had a nice b-day dinner out and I got to eat oysters, which I love and the weather was gorgeous and my baby was cute and then we ate ice cream!

A b-day pic with my princess

Don't Touch my Baby!
So, we're walking through Nordstrom and the men's shoe saleswoman walks up to us and totally starts touching Dahlia all over her face, arms, legs and hands. I was disturbed but polite, or so I thought, until we walked away. Then I started getting angry. How could she touch my kid without permission? God only knows where her hands have been; touching men's feet all day!!! Please woman! Step back! After mulling the situation over I was then mad at myself for having such a delayed reaction. Next time I will say, "I'd rather you don't touch her"... with your grubby hands!!! Ugh. Please strangers, don't touch my baby.

Why I Hate Wallpaper
Wall paper is sooo 80's and hard to get off walls. Are you really going to want that fly fishing wallpaper up in 10 years? Since wallpaper is such a pain to get up (I watched my parents do it when I was a kid) no one in their right mind would ever want to take it down. We just took two wall paper borders down in our house. "We're not alcoholics, we just like grapes," the previous owners said. Grapes in the bedroom?

B and the wallpaper steamer