Job

I have re-entered the rat race. As much as you can consider a part time administrative assistant job part of the rat race, that is. I know, I'm kind of a big deal.

I am super pumped to get myself out of bed at a reasonable hour and interact with other adults. No offense Britta, but you are just not one for scintillating conversation. So far I really like it and the best part is that I have Fridays off. Who doesn't love a three day weekend?

Here's to hoping I haven't let my brain go totally to mush in the last year. Wish me luck.

Look who's walking.

This one woke up from her nap on Monday and decided to start walking. Before this I only been able to trick her into taking one step without holding my hand.  guess when they're ready, they're ready.





Check out the sly binkie snatch at the end of this one.

Utensils

We are working on learning how to use utensils.



It quickly degrades to this most days.

If you are wondering why she is wearing a giant flower at breakfast, its because her hair grows weirdly down instead of to the side and thus I grab the nearest clip every morning to keep it out of her face. Plus, she is super fashionable and can't possibly go to breakfast without her hair did. Who can blame her?

Oh, and I know my curtains are like six inches too short, they were just placeholders while I was hanging curtain rods.

Since this is my phone:

and I consequently haven't jumped on the instagram bandwagon, here's an update of the mundane happenings around here. 

 A dresser I re-finished last week, which actually turned out how I envisioned, which is a miracle because that never happens.

 Butt scratching is a daily occurrence; we are working on it. 

 Baths are pretty much a daily occurrence too.

 She likes to get in her toy box with her toys, which is nice because it makes less of a mess. However, she can't always seem to get back out.

 We spent Mother's Day weekend at the beach soaking up the beautiful weather. Seventy degrees has never felt so good. 

 Rocks never tasted so good, either.

 That smutz on her face--that's summer. 

 Tell me this hat on Grandma doesn't make you smile. 

Teeth brushing with Dad.

What's going on in your neck of the woods?

Crawling

You may not remember, but a few months ago I was starting to get worried because Britta was not showing any inclination that she would ever crawl (or move for that matter). She was happy as a clam to sit on her butt for hours each day and heaven forbid I stick her on her stomach. Well, at about 11 months she finally figured out how to pull herself into a standing position. With her seemingly new lease on life, she started "crawling" the very next day.

Everywhere we go, people comment on her crawl. It has become so commonplace to me that I forget not all kids crawl like this. For some reason, I never blogged about it, but now that she is closing in on walking I realize that it is definitely blog worthy. Check out the way she moves-- seriously, this is how she gets everywhere. Sister definitely wanted nothing to do with her stomach or knees, I just hope she isn't developing really strong muscles on only one side of her body.

This is where I live.

I sure miss the sun, but I guess this isn't so bad either. 

Easter in Pictures

Sometimes you just need a little extra support.

Great-Grandma's bra seems to be just the ticket.

Party

B tuned 1,oh...two months ago or so...and we had a party way back then. The babe sure knows how to party. Here's the proof.

 I was seriously happy with how these cupcakes turned out.

 Cousin love.

 She had absolutely no problem eating her cupcake. She looked at me afterwards like: "Um, that was delicious. I'll take another."

 She got a ton of new toys and I am rationing their introduction so I don't have to buy any new ones until Christmas. Yes, I am that kind of mom. 

Happy very belated posting of your birthday, Britta!!

Moved

We moved. It's what we do every six months--just to keep things interesting. You may have noticed that for the past few months my blog has been bore city, and the reason for this is that since we moved to Washington I have been "capital D" depressed. Let me just say, if you have severe S.A.D. and a husband who travels 100% of the time for work, you should never move to the Northwest. Never. That being said, we debated long and hard about moving back to Utah (my vote) and staying, and despite my desires we really felt like we were supposed to stay here. Enter many, many tears here.

We decided that we were going to make a move to Anacortes to be closer to Chris' family so I would not be alone 24/7 and could have child care since I am thinking of making a return to the working world. So far, so good, except for the fact that spring seems to have sprung everywhere else in the nation, but where I live. Don't worry, I use my lightbox religiously and it helps. In the process of moving, our house got broken into (more demerits for Washington) and my computer was stolen. So, you are going to be graced with a backlog of old posts now that I am finally catching up.

Feel free to place bets on where we will be moving six months from now.