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Do you still talk to your ex?

We were watching "Only You" the other night and when we got to the scene where Faith hears Damon Bradley paged at the airport, I again thought about how totally random and weird it was to see my ex.

He asked me a few times to e-mail him and keep in touch. It wouldn't mean anything if I did e-mail him. It would be out of curiousity and interest, the same reason I keep in touch with other friends from high school. The guy may have had his tongue down my throat at one time, but James is the light of my life, the only star in my sky. He has nothing to worry about. But he asked me the other day if I planned to e-mail Doug, and before I could answer, he said, "I don't think you should. I mean, why would you?" Um, because I'm nosy and curious?

I'm wondering, what would you do? It is a black/white issue? Is there a gray area when it comes to talking to an ex? Does it depend entirely on what your spouse thinks? Would you care?

Perhaps I'm a total hypocrite because I wouldn't EVER want James to contact an ex, but girls are different. James has had a couple crazy girls bugging him since we got married (one whom he had recently broken up with when we met) and another from high school who obsessively contacted him after she divorced.

I just thought this might be an interesting topic to discuss. Have at it! And while you're at it, have you ever Googled your ex or looked for him on MySpace? Come on, you know you have!!!!!!

Picky, picky!

Please tell me your toddler is as picky an eater as mine. There are many things she likes, but she doesn't like them everyday, so it's a guessing game at every meal. One day she's screaming for a banana, and then the next day she throws it and yells "No no no!" I gave away all her fruit puffs because she refused them, and then at the museum the other day, she ate most of Robbie's (MF's baby) and screamed when I told her she'd had enough. Last night she screamed for a "rah" (roll), took one bite and fed it to the dog.

She's not very good about eating table food. She loves playing with it, throwing it, and feeding it to the dogs, but she rarely eats enough to call it a meal. I'm still buying baby food. Thank God for Earth's Best stage 3 soups and chunky blends, although she often spits out the veggie chunks, which means feeding her pureed veggies topped with sprinkled cheese. Anything with "sheez" (as Olivia calls) is good. She hates the Gerber Toddler meals, although I did manage to get her to eat half of her Beechnut Toddler spaghetti because I hid it in her yogurt. Disgusting, I know, but it's the only way she'll eat some things. I paid dearly for tricking her, believe me. When she discovered a few noodle O's hiding under a blob of yogurt, she spit the whole thing all over my face. I guess I learned my lesson.

I don't mind her eating baby food. It's heathly, and I make sure she gets all her food groups. She eats enough other stuff to balance it out (cheese, lunchmeat, bananas, melon, grapes, strawberries, crackers, oatmeal, and the occasional cheerio). But the list is somewhat limited. I watch in awe as other babies Olivia's age eat what you and I do (which isn't always good) and there sits my baby eating a jar of pureed peas.

I'm wondering, what tricks do/did you use to get your toddler to eat "real" food?

At what age did you stop buying baby food (or making your own purees as I still often have to do)?

I Am Not Meant to Blog

I sent everyone an e-mail who contacted me. If you didn't get an e-mail, let me know. Thanks for your interest and support. I didn't even know that many people were reading. So many lurkers! Some of you are still lurking on my private blog. I guess it's human nature to be nosy. I know I am. Leave a comment! Say hello! It's only fair since you know a secret about my nether regions. :)

I took Olivia to play this morning at Monkey Joes's with my moms' group. I seriously think my moms' group is out of control. There are WAY too many people. Have you ever heard of a group with 200 members? Not to mention all their kids??? We have some subdivided activities, but we still have a lot of whole-group activities, which I don't even enjoy because there are too many people. It's clique-ish and crowded.

Pooh! Gotta stop there. I seriously didn't look up for TWO minutes to write the above, and in that time...

...Olivia knocked over a houseplant and wiped dirt all over herself.

...Wrigley peed a puddle on the floor! After nearly five years he still won't wait by the freaking door. He pees when he feels lonely or neglected.

...Olivia had a poop so smelly that her clothes smell like poop even though there was nothing on them.

TWO minutes! I guess I learned that I can't take my eyes off her (or the dog) for a second. Can you believe these moms in my group who literally do not look up at their kids for an hour at a time? There were 18 month olds running around by themselves at Monkey Joes. My mom came with me today and was SHOCKED!

We've got a walker!

Guess who finally decided around 6:00 pm on Friday that they didn't want to crawl anymore? Yay! Now the real fun begins. Size 2 here I come! :) I'm already chasing her all over creation!

P.S. I will be sending out an e-mail shortly to those of you who expressed interest in my other blog. BTW, I won't be blogging for Real Savvy Moms anymore. They owe me money. :( I'll only be maintaining this one and my private blog (on occasion). I'm already a little nervous about writing about something so personal, but I did and it's done. If you want to register (and you are a girl), leave a comment here.

Private Page

** COMMENTS FOR THIS ENTRY HAVE BEEN CLOSED DUE TO SPAMMERS. PLEASE CONTACT ME DIRECTLY FOR ACCESS: hannah at teatopia.net **

Ok, so my "private" blog is up and running. Girls only please because my first post is about my disease/health condition and it's pretty personal. Please leave a comment (be sure to include your e-mail address when you fill out your info) and I'll send out a mass e-mail through MT (at least I think I can) with the url and password in the next day or so. And please, if you are someone who knows me in real life, that's fine, but let me know who you are. It's only fair since I'm sharing my deepest, darkest secrets. :)

Thanks!

Too cool for a mini-van?

I once asked a man I was talking to how many kids he had. He said, "how did you know I have kids?" I said, "Dude! You have a minivan!" I think I made him feel totally uncool.

You know, I used to drive my mom's mini-van in HIGH SCHOOl before I bought my own car. I thought I was totally uncool, but then my friends figured out it was really cool because we could fit more people in the car. I totally pimped that thing!

This morning at playgroup, some of us got into a discussion about cars and making the transition to a minivan, something I SWORE I would never do but have recently considered. (Oh no! I've totally become a mom!!) MF says she'll consider it once she hits 30, which I guess is her scary age. Mine is 35. Besides, I know I'm cool and no minivan is going to take that away from me!!!!! :)

I love my SUV, but it isn't nearly as roomy as I expected it to be, and if I had two carseats in the back (which is a possibility sometime next year), there isn't room for anyone else, much less all the crap I carry around with me: jogging stroller (it's a pain to take it out and put it all the time), regular stroller, high chair cover, shopping cart cover, diaper bag, etc. Maybe a minivan is practical? Or if we hit the jackpot, a 3-row SUV would be nice! But they guzzle gas!

I was wondering, what kind of car do you drive?
(I drive a Saturn Vue)

If you could drive ANY car, what would you get?
(A LandRover would be nice, but condsidering I have a family, I'd like that new 3-row Saturn SUV)

If you're a parent or plan to have kids, would you/do you drive a minivan? Does it make you feel un-cool?

Yucky

Warning, TMI to follow!

I haven't been feeling so hot the last couple days. I went jogging yesterday in the awful heat, which didn't help. I usually go 4 miles (why aren't I a size 2??) but only went 2-3 because of the heat. I HATE the humidity here. It's totally opressive! I also feel yucky because Aunt Flo is here, AGAIN. I've always had a short cycle (around 23 days), but this time, it was something like 17. I feel bloated and moody, but I'm just spotting. I'm not sure what's up and why I'm not having a real period. And no, I'm not pregnant, but MF is!!! I'm so excited for her! I'm also having some complications from a condition I have. I think I'll save that for my private blog, which is almost ready. The disease I have is really not something you'd tell everyone. It's not contagious, but just a little embarrasing. I was diagnosed at 12, and I recently learned that it contributed to the cyst I had to have removed between my breasts last summer. Lovely! I will blog about it soon. Promise.

We've been enjoying afternoon showers here, which I love. I find them cozy. Today we got stuck at Sam's Club because I did not want to go all the way to my car with Olivia in the terrential rain, so my grandma and I shopped around Sam's Club and I ended up buying more than I planned. Isn't that always the way it goes? I scored some cute Organic cotton pants for pilates. My first Organic item of clothing! Not sure how much difference it makes, but I like Organic food...

Olivia has been so funny lately. She loves to help with the laundry. I hand her items of clothing and she puts them in the dryer. The only problem is, she likes to put other things in the dryer too, so I have to be careful. Last night, I found her Dora toothbush in there.

She also has learned some new words in the last month. She likes to show everyone her teeth, or "teesh" as she calls them. She's also started telling is "luh you" although I don't think she knows what it means, only that she hears us say it.

When she sees a dog, ANY dog on TV or in person, or even a toy, she barks and barks!

She also has learned elbow, which she calls "bab-ooo" and she now says ear. If anyone goes to the bathroom, she screams "poo-poo" and "tee-tee" with much excitement. She's been pointing "down there" and saying "tee-tee", which is good because I think she gets that it comes out from there. I can hardly take her to the bathroom with me anymore because she won't stop trying to push my legs apart so she can see what's going on. She loves looking in the toilet. She also says "tissue" and enjoys wiping everyone.

She does so well verbally, but STILL isn't walking on her own. She occasionally decides to walk to the other side of the room, but then gets down and crawls and doesn't walk again the rest of the day. I know she can do it because I've seen her many times. I just don't understand why she isn't more interested in walking all the time. She doesn't seem that well balanced yet.

Tomorrow morning, I'm taking Olivia to the museum for a playgroup, and then we're going to my parent's to let out the dog. They are away for their anniversary. Other than that, I'm going to take it easy. I need to rest. My body really gets hit hard when my condition is acting up. :(

Delicious

I have some delicious photos to share: food w/ recipes and some of our chubby bunny, who thankfully still has kissably fat thighs, much to her mother's delight.

BTW, before I get started, if you haven't read my last post, you're on the doo-doo list. I want feedback! That was the weirdest experieince ever and I keep going over what I said/what I should've said. I never expected to have such an encounter! To see my ex, who lives in the midwest, at the airport leaving PA, at the SAME gate, after I'd dreamed of him the night before, TOO WEIRD!!! I can't get over it!

Now for the pics:

playing in the yard with Mommy (excuse my white-as-paper legs. Someone needs a tan!)

She kept trying to eat the gardenias! Here, she's showing dada, who's she's been calling "Dad-ee lately".

Last night, James and I went on a date. I'm ashamed to admit that it had been months, maybe 8 or 9. We have family to watch her, so it's crazy we waited that long! We really needed it. We went to a Meditteranean restaurant and then rushed back home for a little fun before picking up Olivia. Anyway, James snapped this right before we left to drop her off. I swear, I think he doesn't wait for it to focus.

I've been doing a lot more cooking. I've missed it, I just haven't been able to get back in the grove until recently.

I made these blintzes filled with berry preserves and sour cream. Divine!

I had this Orange Cream salad at James's aunt's house and quickly made it when we got back. It's so simple: pack of sugar free vanilla pudding, 1/2 cup milk, 1/4 cup sour cream, 3/4 can frozen OJ cencentrate. Mix altogether and add 2 bananas, 1 large apple, can of mandarain oranges, canned peaches, canned pinapples (all chopped) and you've got a great, HEALTHY dessert/salad. (sorry, the flash really needed to be on here)

Ranch & bacon pasta salad:

This chicken was steamed with beer, vinegar, and water. We layered the pieces like crabs in a pot with Old Bay. Probably my favorite chicken dish ever! James's pop-pop made it, gave us the recipes, and we've already made it again!

What a perfectly awesome trip! I realized that you can't really see my highlights too well in the pics I posted, so I'll have to take some more.

Amazing (and VERY weird ex encounter)

The last week of my life has been such a learning experience. I haven't even blogged because I've been really doing some soul-searching and thinking about my life. I have felt so strongly that God has been working in my life, bringing things to my attention and just generally WOW-ing me. Amazing.

James comes from a family of strong faith, although far from perfect, they are God-loving people and I felt myself grow just from being around them. I also felt God pushing me to evaluate the way I view other people-- people who are different from me. We all have our judegments. I wouldn't say I'm a particularly judgemental person, but I did grow up in a near-perfect family, sheltered from those different than me and spending a week with people who are very different from me, yet have the same core faith, really opened my eyes. I already loved James's family, but for some reason, this time, I really fell in love with them. There were many tears when we parted ways Monday morning. I miss them so much. We had so many great conversations and it they meant so much to me!

I also had the privledge of learning more about someone who has always intrigued me, James's Uncle George. He's the one who laid hands on James and healed him when he had a horrible type of epilepsy. It was so bad that he had to wear a helmet and he was eventually going to be severely brain damaged from the almost-constant seizing. Although I grew up Christian, it always seemed weird to me that his uncle healed him. It seemed silly, happy-clapper-ish. But now that I know more about his uncle, I believe it. His faith was amazing, yet he wasn't always faithful. He actually reminds me of C.S. Lewis, who waivered in his faith throughout his whole life. When he was close to God, he was VERY close, and when he wasn't, he was far away. George was a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about the bible and many other Christian books. He was fascinating when I met him, but sadly, I never got the chance to speak with him further because he died in October 2005. Just before he died, he had lapsed in his faith again and had been drinking, but just before the accident that killed him, God spoke to his sister (James's aunt Melissa who we stayed with) and told her in a dream that George needed to come back to him. And he did, just before he died. There are many other too-much-to-be-a-coincidence type things that led up to his death, and I felt a stronger faith hearing George's story.

I just finished reading "He Came to Set the Captives Free" last night, which was recommended by James's mom and aunt. Amazing and freaky! A must read for any Christian.

But perhaps the oddest thing to happen on my trip took place in the airport. I think it has got to be the strangest thing to ever happen to me, and the most bittersweet. I'd like to give you some history on this person, but don't feel comfortable to be doing so on this blog. I am in the process of setting up another so I can write privately from time to time, like Chas. I will have a "sign-up" when it's ready. Anyway, let me suffice with this: there was a man I once loved with my whole heart before James. We were together for more than three years. In some ways, it was a relationship of obsessive love, and although I love James more than I loved him, the relationship haunts me. In fact, I dreamed of him the night before we left, which was so weird. I woke up thinking, "huh?". I think it's been unsettled subconsciously because I never really mourned the relationship. It ended suddenly, and I met James so soon after that I never quite recovered. I'm hesitant to call James a rebound because generally a rebound is someone you go out with because you want to dive back in a relationship. It wasn't like that with James. I prayed about him and I believe whole-heartedly that God meant for me to marry him. He is my match. He gets me. Yet, in many ways, I wasn't ready emotionally for such a deep relationship, yet I was thankful for it. Anyway, before James there was Doug. I've mentioned him before. Doug lives in the midwest (no details). I've talked to him a couple times in the last few years via IM, but it had been a while this time, and I never thought I'd talk to him again.

Well, as James and I were eating lunch at the airport Monday afternoon, I heard Doug paged. His name isn't that common (Doug isn't his real name), but it's not so different that someone else couldn't have the same name. James and I looked at each other and I kind of froze. James assured me it wasn't him because it was an airport-wide page and it was probably someone with the same names considering we were in Maryland and Doug lives in the midwest. I jokingly told James we should sneak a peak (have you seen "Only You" when they page Damon Bradley? If you have, you know what I'm talking about), but James reminded me that we didn't even know where they'd paged him to. We went on eating our lunch. A while later, I was sitting at our gate, and I felt someone looking at me. I looked up, and there was Doug, sitting at MY GATE, beginning to approach me. I don't think my heart has ever pounded so hard. I was shocked. I had just dreamed about him the night before. Suddenly, I felt silly, knowing that I was heavier and dumpy looking (I was in comfy travel attire). It's not that I wanted to impress him, just that I wish I could've been prepared. What ensued was a two-hour conversation where my extremely awesome husband played with Olivia so I could talk. It sounds weird to me now, but James knows I love him, and he talked with us, even telling me later how nice Doug was. I have a very awesome husband, and I only hope that faced with the same situation, I'd have the same confidence that James has. I think I would've been jealous. Maybe that's a girl thing? I felt like there was real closure after talking to him. We've both changed so much, and I can honestly say that if I was single and meeting him again, or even meeting him for the first time and not having a past with him, I would NOT have been interested. In fact, it was hard to see what I used to see in him. He looks the same, but there was no spark. Nothing. And it gave me such relief because I felt like I let him go. It's not that I still had feelings for him, because I definitely didn't, but it's a part of my life that seemed unfinished because I simply closed that door when we parted. There was no grieving, analyzing, anger, pain, nothing. I simply met James and went on. Not healthy. I KNOW, in my heart of hearts, that God arranged this meeting. It's ironic that Doug told me how sheltered he thought I'd been, that I didn't understand the real world or those different from me. At first I was offended that he'd speak so plainly to me after so long, but then I realized. He was affirming the same thing God had laid on my heart already. Doug is not a Christian (a very big part of our relationship ending), but I still believe God arranged this. What are the chances otherwise? He wasn't even on my flight! He was on a delayed flight leaving after ours at the same gate, traveling to a completely different state than he lives in. He said that just a few days back, he was passing through Atlanta and thought of me because he knew I lived somewhere in Georgia. We agreed to keep in touch, but in thinking about it, maybe that's not such a good idea. All's been said. There's closure (at least for me, I'm not sure he needed any), yet there's a part of me that's curious and would like to keep in touch. There are no feelings left. I'm sure of that. I sat right there and looked into those baby blues that used to drive me crazy, and I thought, "did I REALLY love this man THAT much?" I know one thing, it made me happy I married James. It made me appreciate him more and thank God for sending me a Christian man with strong morals and a good work ethic.

You know, I may just be done with the whole Doug thing. I don't think I want to tell you our history because it's done. It's over and I love James, the man I was meant to marry. But I still want a private blog, so I'll keep you posted on that.

For now, here are some special pictures from the last week.

Five generations (from left to right: Olivia's great great grandmother, great grandmother, James, James's mom, and then Olivia in the front):

Olivia is even more obsessed with balls since the trip because her cousins like sports. She screamed the day after we got back because I had one of those small, round watermelons in the grocery cart and she wanted it. She screamed "BA! BA!" over and over again!

I have more, but didn't finish uploading them. James just grabbed my camera. We had to call the cops last night on some drunk teens partying behind our house because the almost ran us over (they did hit a curb and they tossed beer cans in our yard while we were standing outside. Tonight, they're back and James is trying to videotape them (not smart). He called the cops again. Our neighborhood is not trashy, but lately there have been some low down things going on. He's telling me the neighbor called the cops too. Gotta go.

Update

Just a quickie!

-- Everyone has been really cool (and even supportive) about the whole nursing thing. What a relief! Good thing too since Olivia has wanted "boof" more than usual.

-- I feel like God has really worked on me here. I'm realizing some things about myself, like:

>I am too anal retentive. Kids can get dirty!
>I want to have friends and family over more. His family is so laid back. People are always coming by.
>I want to cook more like I used to. I've learned so many new recipes!
>I am more judgemental than I'd like to be. Different can be good.

--Olivia vocabulary is explosive! So many new words! (teeth, doggy, people's names, etc)

--My MIL paid for me to get highlights!!!! They are so natural and I feel great! :)

Off to eat lunch and shop. Tons of pics when I get back!

We are family (just imagine the song!)

I love how close my family is. I've had friends that have thought it's weird that I am so close to my parents (how many girls come home and tell their mom the first time they frech kissed a guy?). Mostly though, people are amazed, because it's unusual for all of us to be so close. We all moved down here together, one after the other (parents and sis, then grandma, then me, then James) and we won't move until everyone is ready because we've all agreed this is not our permanent home. We'll be coming back north sometime soon. Yay!

I can't imagine not being surrounded by my family. I realize jobs take people elsewhere, and life may not make it possible for us all to stay together, but I love that we are able to all live in the same town.

I love that my grandma gave me money to buy new shoes for my trip just because she thought it would make me excited to have something new. I love that when she said goodbye to me and Olivia today (and Olivia kissed her), that she cried because she'll miss us. I love that as silly as it may be, my mom and I got all teary saying goodbye to each other. My mom even bought Olivia a few new toys for the trip so she'd have something new to keep her busy. It may only be 8 days, but she sees us so much, it'll feel strange. She's scared she'll miss something because Olivia is doing something new every day. I love my family. I am so very blessed!

And I also love the fact that tomorrow, we'll be with even more family-- family that hasn't yet met our amazing Olivia. We've been practicing all their names, some of which she can say, but even when she can't, she attempts it. We always praise her even when her version is far from the real word because she thinks she said it! :) I'm thrilled they are getting to see her while she's still a baby.

Sadly, I doubt I'll be able to blog from there. Please pray that I will have the courage to defend my decisions. I'm such a wuss! Leave me some love while I'm gone.

Blah

I've been feeling really down about myself lately. It's a combination of things, really. First, I tried on dozens of pants the other day, none of which seemed to fit or look good even though I chose the next size up from what I wore pre-pregnancy, AND, even though I've lost all the weight, I came home empty handed (except for a few shirts and a skirt). I badly need a tummy tuck. That's what it all comes down to. I hate these low-rise pants that are EVERYWHERE because they don't fit me well. I end up having a muffin top of loose skin, and then I just want to cry. I dread trying on clothes because I know I'll feel depressed, so I end up wearing the same things over and over again, which makes me feel worse. I just can't win! I want to feel sexy again. I hate seeing myself naked in the mirror. The other night, I looked longingly at my lingerie collection and tried to remember the last time I'd worn something from that section of the closet. I honestly couldn't remember. I used to buy lingerie for every occasion, sometimes just for fun, and now, I'd die before I put on something so skimpy to try to look sexy. I just want to feel sexy again. I loved what I wore last night to the wedding. It was a black and blue wrap around dress, but when I came out of the bathroom, James commented that it looked like a maternity dress because it tied just under the bust. I had worried about the same thing. I know he meant nothing by it. He even told me how hot I looked many times, but that comment killed it. Men can be so clueless. So the rest of the night, I was so conscious of looking pregnant. I tried to suck in my tummy whenever I remembered, just in case, but I'm sure after a few trips through the buffet line, I was looking quite pregnant! But it was oh so worth it! What yummy food. I meant to take pictures, but I forgot my camera. We almost didn't make it to the wedding we were running so late.

Then today, we packed away the pack 'n play, which was long overdue. We still used the changing table, but hadn't put her inside it in ages. I also packed away all the burp cloths that were folded neatly in a basket on Olivia's dresser. I looked at all of them, with their embroidery, and thought about how I'll never use them again. Maybe some of them we will, if we have another girl that is, but not the ones with her name. And it made me feel sad. It's all passing so quickly.

This trip also has me stressed. We leave at 4:00 am Tuesday morning, and I know it's going to be tough on Olivia, and on us too. We had to fly at odd hours to get this good deal, so it's worth it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to afford it, but I'm worried she's going to scream on the plane. Also, it takes a lot of work to prepare to travel with a baby, and I've been doing most of it. James has been busy with work and classes, so it's been left up to me. I booked the tickets, the rental car, went out and bought extra infant medications, more Q-tips-- stuff that James wouldn't think of. I've been making lists, picking out outfits for Olivia, deciding what clothes will be easy to nurse in on the plane. I've just been so tired lately, so the details are bothering me.

Then there's the extended nursing I blogged about a few posts back. Olivia anounced at the wedding reception that she wanted "boof!" (mommy's boobies) and my dad said it might be time to wean. I didn't think much of it, but then later last night, Olivia bit me, and I yelled "ouch!" which made her cry, and James said he thought maybe she was getting too old. It just made me feel sad because I felt like I no longer had the main person who's been in my corner about this. We talked about it, and he explained that he thinks it's good that I am, but that it would also be fine if I stopped, especially if she's biting. I told him I wasn't ready to stop, because she wasn't, and he said he thinks I should continue then. It just got me worrying all over again that the person I hoped would be on my side on this trip now might not be, and I don't want people to pressure me. I'm not good about telling people to back off!

Finances have also been an issue lately after a few home repairs, so I decided I need a break from all the stress. Me and my visa when to the salon where I treated myself to a spa pedicure, while I sat and sipped a Chai frap from St@rbucks and flipped through a M@rtha Stewart Living magazine. Paradise. So worth it. Now I have pretty feet!

I'm trying to look at this trip as a break, but it never really is when you bring a baby, is it? Also, my mom sees Olivia every day, and she's going to be sad without her for 8 days. I feel sad that my mom is sad. Ah, too much sadness. I need to perk up.

On a good note, the wedding was lovely. They are family friends, probably around 60. They both lost their spouses in the last few years, and they just praised God over and over again for bringing them together. He talked about how much he loved her and what a fine woman she was. It was just beautiful.

Tonight, my grandma and I made dinner for my family to help out my parents since they moved this weekend. My parents live next to a horse farm, so we walked Olivia down to see the horses. Her mouth dropped she was so amazed, and then she pointed and yelled, "hos!" There are horses in her books, but she hasn't seen too many real ones, but she said it over and over again, so she definitely knew what they were. When my dad asked her what she saw on the walk, she said, "hos!" So cute!

Tomorrow I have stroller exercise, errands, and lots of packing. We're going to watch the season finale of "The Tudors" which means no more hottie Henry for a while, but I've got my hottie hubby, so I'll be ok. :)

BUSY, BUSY BEE!

There's so much to do today! AAAAAH!

I have to:

>meet mom from playgroup to buy carseat (we want an extra for my mom's car)

>replace O's outfit that got damaged in the wash (color catchers do not always work!)

>go grocery shopping

>go to Target for last minute trip things

>get gas

>make a million sandwiches for a wedding tomorrow

>attend rehearsal dinner tonight

Yesterday, I went and bought a dress for me for the wedding, went to the post office to mail a package, returned something at Kohl's, returned libary books!

And there's still tons to do this weekend. Oh, and my parents are moving so we need to help.

It's going to be NUTS for the next few days.