Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Hot tip: Buy stock in Clorox
Well, the time has finally come. I've been planning on it since the beginning of the summer, but there have been lots of reasons not to. Vacations, a new baby, a broken toilet seat. (PS, you CAN still find toilet seats to match retro avocado green toilets!) We're going to try potty training. So far, we're going about it all backwards. Grace pooped on the toilet yesterday, on her second time sitting on the loo. Good for her! I always heard that was the hard part. Now I just need to figure out how to get her to pee! I've tried running the water while she sits there. Dipped her hands in warm and cold water (isn't that an old camp prank?). Evoked images of waterfalls. No luck. But then again, this is only day 2. I hope that soon I will be posting a picture of Dora panties! Wish us luck :)
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Congratulations Universe
One of my favorite moments from The Office is when, after dealing with Andy for a while after Dwight is forced to leave, Jim says "I miss Dwight. Congratulations, Universe. You win."
I've felt that way a few times. Like, after being in a ward where I complained a lot about the Relief Society teachers (this was way back in college, when I lived at the Colony!) in the next 4 wards I was in, guess what my calling was. Yup, RS teacher. Lesson learned :) Universe, you win.
So, if you knew me way back when, you probably know that cheerleaders were not my favorite people. Let me be clear: I now have friends and family who were cheerleaders, and they are very nice people, I have nothing against them! But you have to understand, in high school, I was a nerd. Painfully shy, painfully uncute, and painfully never noticed by guys. So not liking the cheerleaders was just a matter of self-defense. I probably said at some point "I would like, totally DIE if my daughter wanted to be a cheerleader." (And cheerleaders were probably saying "I would, like, totally DIE if my daughter were a nerd." )
Fast forward 15 years, and Grace is born. I wasn't there when she made her entrance to the world, but I'm pretty sure she came out of the womb with pom-poms in her hands. Here is some evidence:
Grace at 10 months, watching some boys play football in the street.
I've felt that way a few times. Like, after being in a ward where I complained a lot about the Relief Society teachers (this was way back in college, when I lived at the Colony!) in the next 4 wards I was in, guess what my calling was. Yup, RS teacher. Lesson learned :) Universe, you win.
So, if you knew me way back when, you probably know that cheerleaders were not my favorite people. Let me be clear: I now have friends and family who were cheerleaders, and they are very nice people, I have nothing against them! But you have to understand, in high school, I was a nerd. Painfully shy, painfully uncute, and painfully never noticed by guys. So not liking the cheerleaders was just a matter of self-defense. I probably said at some point "I would like, totally DIE if my daughter wanted to be a cheerleader." (And cheerleaders were probably saying "I would, like, totally DIE if my daughter were a nerd." )
Fast forward 15 years, and Grace is born. I wasn't there when she made her entrance to the world, but I'm pretty sure she came out of the womb with pom-poms in her hands. Here is some evidence:
Grace at 10 months, watching some boys play football in the street.
Grace at 2 yrs. just entertaining herself. Warning, you might get exhausted just watching.
Congratulations Universe, you win!
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