Perfect

Last Saturday I did something I haven't done in months. I went shopping. By. My. Self. Wonderful! My MIL was kind enough to watch the darling boy while I went on my quest for the perfect black pants (light weight wool blend, wide leg, high waist, fitted through the hips) and some new black pumps. I found the pumps and the almost-perfect black pants...and (da da da DA!) the most gorgeous pair of yellow pumps. For $15!! Does it get any better??

You may be asking yourself, "Yellow?? Why would she need yellow shoes??" The answer is: I don't. But I really like them and I plan on wearing them with everything. And I plan on cleaning out my shoe collection, so it's okay if I buy new ones. Right? 

Just some Jack pictures

Here are just a few pictures of the little man. We think he's pretty cute.

Yep, he's sitting in the fruit bowl on the kitchen table. There's no fruit in it, don't worry.

Jack sits on Nate's hand and balances there. He thinks it's hysterical.

This monkey is his favorite toy. He absolutely screams at it. I think he may turn out to be bossy. Wonder who he gets it from??

The Vacay

Jolleen, Stephanie, Jack, me, Mandy, and Sarah. Krystal had already left. Bummer.

I said in an earlier post that I'd be writing about my little girly trip with my college friends. I had been waiting for some good pictures since I didn't take many, but my child is sleeping (for the second time today! More on that later) and I figured I seize the moment.

About three weeks ago, my favorite girls and I rented a house on the Oregon Coast. It was wonderful. We were just about a block and a half from the beach and the house was just perfect  for us. We hadn't all been together at the same place for two years and it was so great to just be us. In case you didn't know, we're really funny people. And we're more fun to be around than most people. You'd like to hang out with us. 

We really didn't do much while we were there. We shopped one day, played at the beach, ate way too much and watched some movies (in fact, we watched You've Got Mail twice. Good movie.) It was perfect. They all loved Jack, at least that's what they told me, and he loved them. One night we were sitting around singing Sandy Patty and the Friendship Company songs (you know, 'cause we're down like that) and Jack just loved it. Jolleen was starting all of the singing and when we'd stop for a minute, he'd look at her as if to say, "Excuse me, lady! Keep the singing coming."

It was much needed. Now that Mandy doesn't live in stupid Kansas City anymore, we can probably do it more often. Yea! Love those girls.

On another note, Jack is sleeping in his own bed again. For the second time today.YEA! I think it's because he got his shots yesterday and they're making him sleepy. I'm kinda okay with it. Would I be a terrible mother if I wanted him to get shots everyday? Yeah, probably.

Miracle

He's sleeping. In his bed. For the second time today. Let me say that again: my darling boy is taking his second nap of the day in his very own crib. And he's been there longer than ten minutes.

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

MIA

   Yeah, it's been a while. We've been out of town a lot and life just really hasn't been very interesting besides our little trips. All three of us went down to Gray's Harbor for Nate's aunt's 50th birthday party, then Jack and I went to the Oregon Coast to play with my college friends (more on that later), and this last weekend we all went to the Leavenworth area for a family reunion.

   Other than that, our life has revolved around trying to get our rotten child to sleep. It is my goal this week to get him to eat normally and after that, we're working on the sleeping thing. The little angel has decided that he wants to hang out in the middle of the night, not to eat or anything. I think he just misses us. It's not as sweet as it sounds. We have to get him to start sleeping more before I go back to school or else I'm going to be one cranky, tired teacher.

   Those of you without kids must be thinking, "Wow, she's a little obsessive about this whole sleeping thing! Isn't that what her last post was about? Get a life, lady!" And those of you with kids are probably nodding in sympathy as you read. At least I hope you are. I can't have the only non-sleeping child out there.

  I just wanted to let y'all know we're still alive and kicking (mostly at about 1:30am) and that there will be more exciting posts to come. Sarah, I hope you're satisfied. I posted again.

Sleepless in Skagit Valley

Since we've gotten back from my parents' house over the Fourth of July weekend, Jack has been a terrible sleeper. While we were there, he woke up several times during the night, but I just figured it was because we were away from home. Boy, was I looking forward to coming back home!

A lot of good it did me! He's still waking up every few hours for no apparent reason. He doesn't want to eat; he just wants to socialize a little. 

It may be my punishment for bragging, umm...I mean, saying that he was sleeping six to seven hours a night. Aaarrggghhh! I don't know what I'm going to do.

Of course, he's sleeping now. You know, at 10:30 in the morning. This is not working for me.

Getting it done

About a year and a half ago, Nate and I bought our house that we lovingly refer to as "the dump." And when we bought it, it really was. Initially, we worked really hard to fix her up. We ripped out carpet, refinished floors, painted inside and out, redid the trim,  and remodeled the bathroom and the kitchen. (and since we only have one bathroom, that meant we were using Nate's parent's trailer when our's was out of commission. In Februrary. It was cold.)

So  we've obviously done a lot of work, however, we have the tendency to almost complete our tasks. Right now the kitchen floor is almost done, as is the trim in several rooms. But the thing that has been bugging me the most is the hallway and connecting door frames. The people who lived here before us must have had terrible taste because they painted all of the trim the most puke-inducing shade of green. Flat, dirty, gross green. And I've been meaning to get around to painting it for over a year. It's finally happening. When I told my mom yesterday that we were going to get it done she said, "Oh, your dad will be so relieved. I'm not sure why, but he's been really stressing out that it's not finished." Thanks, Dad!

My dear MOL came up yesterday to help paint everything and the woman is a champ. (To be more accurate, I was helping her.) So, we've painted the hall and primed all the trim. She's coming up today to finish. Yea! I'll be sure to let y'all know how it goes, as if you really care about the state of my hallway. At least my dad and I will be happy it's done.