G'oss and Babies

Scarlett's new favorite word is "gross". She's quite unaware that it has an "r" in it, causing a cute "g'oss" included with furrowed  brow. 

She busted open the door while Michael was doing #1, looked in the toilet, said, "Poopoo? G'oss!"

She also found our fake barf, slapped it on the table, and you guessed it..."G'oss!"

Anytime you talk about poop or something stinky or barf, or if she hears (or thinks she hears) someone fart/burp there is sure to follow a "G'oss!" from somewhere in the house. It makes me laugh every time!

Scarlett also loves her babies! She feeds them, makes sure they are constantly naked (the only clothed dolls in our house are the ones with sewn on clothes), wipes their butt, puts them on the potty, hugs & kisses them, swaddles them, gives them rides in her mini stroller, sings them "Teentoe teentoe" (Twinlkle Twinkle),  and even rocks with them in the rocker...and don't forget the blanket!

That's why we are so excited to add something not so g'oss to our family. 

Something along these lines...

Still don't get it?

Arriving July 2, 2012.

The last few weeks have been...interesting.

Christmas Day: We get stuck at a gas station, because our lemon won't start.

Anniversary: I am so sick and barfy, I can't get out of bed. (But Michael brought home flowers and made me homemade chicken noodle soup...awww).

New Year's Eve: Michael gets sick and barfy. Only one problem: Michael physically cannot barf (if you are really interested look up achalasia and heller myotomy). We spent New Year's looking at Michael's gallbladder via ultrasound in the ER.  Luckily, we were in St. George for New Year's, so the ER wasn't as crazy as any Vegas ER would have been.

We don't know if he caught what I had and coincidentally found out about his bad GB, or if the symptoms of his bad GB were exactly the same as what I had a couple days earlier. Weird. We'll say goodbye to his GB in the next month or so, since our insurance kicks in today. Oh, the irony.

Although 2011 brought us a lemon car and all the above, it also brought Scarlett's first birthday, Michael's graduation, moving closer to family, a new job, and 5 years of marriage. So, I guess I really don't have much to complain about....

First photo dump of the year.

We went for a little hike at the Red Cliffs in St. George, before heading back home to Las Vegas after New Year's. Sorry for crappy quality...these were from our GPS.

Scarlett loved hiking.

"Cheese!"

She lead most of the way, except for the uphills and downhills.

Scarlett and Grandpa

So pooped, she fell asleep on the way home with her sunglasses on.

This was such a nice end to such a crappy-feeling weekend. We are now all trying to catch up on our sleep!

Worst tasting cookies ever.

We made cookies out of salt and flour. 

We painted them.

We did not eat them. 

(Even though we made them in the kitchen, put them on a cookie sheet, tossed them in the oven, then put them on a plate at the dinner table. No. We did not eat them.)

And we painted some more.

Painting is a messy job.

You can't have these. 

We hung them. 

I guess they are called ornaments, not cookies. 

My bad.

 I took a bath.

The End.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

I've been wanting to make stockings for years. One year (3 years ago) I even bought fabric....this year I finally made a stocking out of it! It's the stripe fabric if you're curious. Thanks to Michael's niece for the patteren...now we have cute stockings just like her!

And isn't our fireplace cute? It needs some puttying and paint and baseboard on the right, but it sure beats this.

We luckily got my great uncle's tree passed down to us. They are just getting too old to put there's up anymore. I got so ambitious I even made a tree skirt for our new beauty. I thought it was going to be a simple project. Note to self: never sew anything round ever again. And use an effing pattern.

Scarlett is wanting on the computer to type up her post. Go to her blog to see more of our festivities!

november in a nutshell

I found my trick or treat bag. I like chocolate. And what better place to eat it...right next to the trash can while sitting on a pack of TP.

You like my new glasses?

We set up the Christmas tree and got out the nativity, complete with garden gnome.

We like baths around here. I especially like to pee on the floor afterwards!

Happy November!

days like today

Four weeks ago we bought a 3rd car.

Yes.

A 3rd car.

If you really wanna know: Both our cars have been registered in Wyoming since we've been married, because technically we've been students and you're exempt from some rule that says if you live in "where ever", your car needs to be registered in "where ever". Well, not where ever...you know what I mean. Since, we moved to Vegas, neither of us are students, we do reside here, and we do work here. So, register our cars we must. But one big problem--Michael's car won't pass emissions, and it's pretty much on it's last leg. 300,000 miles is a long way for such a little Jetta. It would cost a couple thousand to fix. In hind sight...we maybe should have done that.

The "new" car was also a Jetta. We'll call it a lemon, so we mustn't get confused between old Jetta and "new" Jetta. Said lemon has spent the last few weeks in the shop having his transmission rebuilt.

Today was the day we were to get it back! I was so excited. I even made plans to go grocery shopping even though I didn't need to, just for the sake of shopping during daylight. Then, maybe we would hit the library and even the park.

We went together to get the car, and it wasn't done! We waited, and waited, and waited, and then, proceeded to pay them out the wazoo for all this. (What's a wazoo anyway?)

Michael, who was already late for work, took the lemon, and I drove home in the Corolla. I was almost home when he called from a gas station saying the car won't start. All this is 2 hours past nap time, mind you, and Michael's boss is calling him saying patients are backing up. I pick up Michael, drop him off at work, go back to the gas station to give the key to the mechanic, and finally head home to put exhausted baby to sleep.

I guess if we didn't have days/times like these, maybe we wouldn't appreciate the really good days. Here's hoping to have our car back by Thanksgiving!

And since a post is oober boring without a picture...

"What? Is there something on my face?!"