Tired and moving again

It's been a crazy month. We went to do our taxes and it turns out the lady was also a realtor. She offered up her card and services. Jack and I looked at each other and silently said what the hell. We told her what we were looking for and she immediately emailed us some listings. Three weeks and 6 houses later I found what I wanted. And now we're waiting for the title search and are scheduled to close March 25th.

A whole lot of painting needs to be done. The entire inside needs to be done. They painted. They got the oops paint and cut it with water to make it last as long as possible.

But... shit... I'm going to be a homeowner!!!

Across the Universe

In this time of writers striking Netflix has become important in our household.

On the menu tonight was "Across the Universe," Julie Taymor's latest.

In a nutshell it was moments of cinematic and artistic brilliance interspersed with the most boring and irrelevant storyline I've ever seen. At some point in the movie it turned into "Hair." When she allowed the entire song to play out there visuals were trippy and interesting and freaking brilliant. Eddie Izzard and For The Benefit of Mister Kite was so much fun. I wished it was more like that. Ok, that would make it one giant long music video.... and it's been kinda done before but there is a new generation of kids that something like this could make the music relevant for them. And that is the biggest thing that really bothered me.(ok, that and Bono's need for a better dialect coach.) How was this movie relevant in this day and age. Yes, we're in a bad war that in many ways is not unlike the war in Vietnam. There was nothing visually or narratively to tie the two together. It's a baby boomer movie. It's a movie for anyone who lived through the 60's. It's a nostalgic movie. How limiting.

Man... I don't know how I feel about this...

Your Daddy Is Johnny Depp

What You Call Him: Old Man Why You Love Him: He knows best

Who's Your Daddy?

Crawling

I come home from work on Friday and my husband, who is feeding Emma a bottle, looks at me and says, "I know I've said some strange things to you... but this one is true. Your daughter crawled under the couch and pooped." To qualify we have a futon couch. So, it is possible. I just looked dumb founded. He looked at me and said it again with emphasis. All I could do is look at my daughter and laugh. She's been trying really hard to crawl lately. We let her play on l/r floor and she gets around. She hadn't really crawled until then. Jack said that when she got under there he heard a big fart and then could smell it...... He had to get on the floor and drag her out from under the couch to clean her up.

It still makes me giggle.

Last night we were playing on the floor. I got up to get a drink. I turned my head 10 seconds. Maybe. When I turn back she's crawling. Backwards and headed under the couch. I looked at her and said."Do you need some privacy to poop now?"

She didn't poop but she bumped the back of her head on the metal bar a couple of times. I stepped in to avoid the inevitable screams when she gave herself a good whack.

sweater complete

I can't believe it's done. Finally! My first piece of clothing constructed using nothing but yarn. I'll be damned but it fits. Once she can stand if it still fits I'll take a pic to see the whole thing.



It's just a bunch of panels sewn together with an edging on it.

Woohoo! Now for the hat...

Sleeping In....

Emma finally fell asleep at 9 last night. I went to bed about half an hour later than she did. I usually wake half an hour before she wakes. This morning I open my eyes look at the clock and it says 7:30. I freak out because I've usually heard Emma squirming around by now. And usually by 7:30 she's starving. I run into her room and she's still asleep. ooookaaaayyy..... I go downstairs expecting her to wake any mintue. Breakfast is ready and waiting. Heck as I write this it's nearly 8 and not a peep. I'm on my second cup of coffee. All I have to say is

Woohooooo!!!!! I got to sleep in!!!!!!!!

Soo... behind

I've been sick since Thanksgiving. Jack's been sick since the week before. Emma's nose started running on Thanksgiving and hasn't stopped. But she's as smiley as ever. In the last two weeks I've had just enough energy to read a total of 3 comics. The pile contains about 13 more to go and that doesn't count tomorrow's books. I'm hoping to catch up on Wednesday. I'm taking Emma to daycare and have a lazy morning. I think I'll lay in bed with some coffee, toast and my pile of comics. Now that is a little slice of heaven.