After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

That beer commercial

I don't drink beer. I don't like beer. I don't have any grand or fancy or moral reasons for that. I simply don't like how it tastes or even smells.

I love the Olympics. I don't normally watch television, but I've been watching on and off. That swimming dude I had pegged as basically a big dork who was saved by swimming and is now showing the world what he's made of, not just all those kids that picked on him when he was growing up. And then I read in the paper that all he wanted to do after winning his 8th medal was go see his mom. That absolutely endeared him to me. Then I watched Bob interview him and his mom and I was way impressed by both of them. Shoot, she's a middle school administrator. That's a special woman no matter how you look at it.

But I digress. Tonite we were watching some diving and those darn draft horses and that dog. "Maybe next year, Hank." I am ashamed to admit that I cried! What is wrong with me?? I cry at a dumb dalmation (we had one; it was dumb and I will admit that I therefore judge all dalmations by that dog) barking at the horse pulling a freight train. And that horse coming out of the barn all ready to go after he made the cut. I'm getting all choked up just typing this. My gosh!

But then I realize that it's a beer commercial. And then I remember that tonite when we came home our neighbors on the hill (or maybe they aren't home and it's just their kids) were having a pool party. And apparently that beer company is sponsoring it--at least that's what I assumed by the giant banner hanging on their balcony.

So here I am all choked up by a horse and a dog and rolling my eyes at a giant banner hanging on a balcony. And it's all silly, really. And I'm just left feeling hormonal and emotional because of that beer that I don't even like. I guess that's what I get for watching television.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Finally! Photographic proof that it works!

I've known it works. I've seen it and I've done it. But I've never been able to catch it on camera. I tried, believe me I tried. But all my friends were having babies that weighed in at nine to eleven pounds AT BIRTH! I told them that those are not newborns--they are 3 month olds!

At any rate, I had to have my OWN baby that weighed in at 7 pounds when she was born and about 8 pounds here at just shy of 3 weeks old. And since I didn't design this carrier until my previous baby was about 5 months old, I finally got to REALLY play with it with a newborn. And I must say, the Silly Goose Baby mei tai is fabulous for a newborn!

Since playing with this extensively (she LOVES being worn! Yay!), I've figured out that wrapping the staps around her little back and spreading them, tying behind me is seriously comfortable and it stays put. (I adhore extra long straps. I can still do all that wrapping with regular length straps. And so can my husband. See previous blog post for pics!)

So, here is my little eight pounder who is just shy of three weeks old in these picutres--and me, just shy of three weeks post partum--caught on camera by my wonderful husband at his parents's house at a party I was forced to get "fixed up" for (i.e. I wore clothes that aren't stained and I fixed my hair). Without further rambling (and drum roll, please!), pictures of a newborn all snug and happy riding legs out in a Silly Goose Baby.

Happy Babywearing!

Monday, August 4, 2008

I love my husband

You know, sometimes I just look at him and think, "What in the world did I do to deserve such a great guy?" On Sunday he braved the mall with me because I literally didn't have a thing to wear that wasn't stained or even the right size. (Gotta love post-partum.) So, in addition to him coming to the mall with me, he does this:

And then we get in the store and our almost 5-year-old realizes that her shoes are hurting her feet, so she obviously needs some assistance. Daddy to the rescue!

If everyone had a husband and daddy like we have in our little family, the world would be overall a much happier place. I love this guy!