Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
- The disagreeable physical aftereffects of drunkenness, such as a headache or stomach disorder, usually felt several hours after cessation of drinking.
- —Synonyms 1. queasiness, sickishness, qualm, nausea.
The site of my kitchen brought on an instant head ache. The lingering smell of "all things needing to have been refrigerated," was an open invite to nausea of all forms. Perhaps you think this a poor analogy? Well then, Eliza's face does a great job to adequately describe what I feel when I wake up to a room full of bacteria infested dishes. Eliza immediately volunteered to help by pulling everything out of the cupboards as quickly as possible. I sure love that spirit of service she carries with her. With my mini-ipod in hand, I began the hour and a half process. Thanks to the High School Musical soundtrack, the time passed by quickly.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Pull out her shirt and let her juice dribble out of her mouth and down her chest. This process was repeated 5 or 6 times.
This child is my life. I love her dearly and look forward to more surprises.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
The Auras family was nice enough to take me and Eliza to a swimming pond. Eliza loved it. I loved being with her all day. Here is a Picture of her new "Look at how many teeth I have" smile.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
My mom's curiosity was peaked. Not knowing what it was, I encouraged her to put the entire thing into her mouth. She decided against that and took a bite into her piece. Her large eyes grew even bigger as she said, "Is this liquor?".... All of the descriptions of alcohol I had read about matched the disturbing sensation that was occurring in my mouth. "Hmm... can I have some of that?" Eliza asks. That's an easy one, NO WAY!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
This outfit is cute, but the moment would have had that extra pzazz if she was wearing red. "Exactly, what moment?" you ask... This one! Eliza walks to her nana and papa for the first time to say "Guten tag - you look SO TIRED""MY MOMMY IS HERE!"Cherish the moment... brought to you by Hallmark. After all of the stress and hassle of traveling, my dad just needed something to help him unwind. We enjoyed a little BBQ with the neighbors and now, it's 9:40 pm and my dad is outside yakking. Time to put these kiddles to bed. Wish me luck.
Monday, July 16, 2007
I am proud to admit that I am a "mama's girl" through and through. I've mentioned before that my mom is a gifted artist. In addition to her Martha Stewart qualities (minus the whole lying under oath and going to jail thing), she is an extraordinarily thoughtful, loving and beautiful person. Behind her gentle, quiet manner lies a quick wit and strong sense of humor. Like her mother, she is a true lady.
I was on my way to becoming a lady once, but then I married my husband. Let's just say that he brings out my not-so-lady-like side (you know, the one who occasionally out-burps her husband to impress him.)
Without giving it to much thought, I would say that I am more like my dad in terms of my personality and abilities. I have his memory - I don't know all the he does, but I have the uncanny ability to remember random information. My dad is a great communicator and teacher. Like him, I have no problem speaking in front of people - unless my two older brothers are in the room.
I admire my brothers. I always have. I look up to them and have always wanted to be "cool" and "funny" like they are. And we all know that when someone tries for those things specifically, they end up making a total fool of themselves. At the age of 23, I am still caught in this cycle of trying to impress them.
I also have a sister. She is eight years older than I am, has her degree in elementary education, is married to a successful CPA, has two beautiful girls, has great taste in clothes, doesn't lose her jewelry like I do, lives in a HOUSE equipped with a dishwasher AND laundry machines (*Oh the pangs of jealousy!) and is 15 pounds skinnier than I am. But!! People often mistake me for her which is a huge compliment (she is a beauty) or they ask if we are twins.
If my siblings gave me permission, I'd totally be posting their pictures to serve as a visual aid.
And finally, there is my baby brother. You know, the one that makes me automatically begin to tear up if I begin to contemplate whether or not I should blog about him. He's the miracle child that's now serving a full time mission. I gained portions of my testimony at a young age simply by observing him and even now, without trying he motivates me to quit slacking off and to live better.
All in all, I have a great family. I wish that they were all on their way over to see us. However, because of child birth appointments (my sister in law, Jen is having her third baby this Thursday - *insert more applause, cheers and whoop whoops), siblings who have a phobia of flying and Primary President responsibilities, they won't be able to make the trip!
I am almost prepared for my parent's arrival. All I have left to do is pluck my eye brows. Let's hope I do a better job then when I plucked them before my wedding day. Yikes.