Monday Funday

Okay, Monday is not really a "funday"...but let's keep 'er on the positive side! It's pure insanity in our household, as usual, and I'm mostly trying to keep my head above water. I've written an emotionally draining adoption story that I haven't posted yet. Mainly because it makes me cry (happy tears) when I proof it. Every. Single. Time. That's one thing they don't tell you about adoption...you may not have given birth in the scenario, but your "Mom hormones" turn on immediately. I'm not kidding. And for an emotionally stunted individual like myself, that's a tough one. I've somehow turned into my Mother... Yay, me. :)  I'll post one of these days...

Just a quick July update, before it's over! Baby girl - aka BAMR - is GINORMOUS...as in almost outgrowing her 9 month pj's - at FOUR months old. :) She's rolling over, more like flipping over like a baby seal ready to head out to sea. This new development has us a little freaked out about "baby-proofing" our house. If you've been to our house, then you know that this is going to be really fun. Remember all of that awesome furniture my brother built us. With the exposed fasteners and sharp edges. Sheesh. Way to create our own personal hell.

Here's a recent photo of the sweet little munchkin (with the delicious chubby thighs) at a wedding. Yep, she's all ruffled up in lace and she wore her great-grandma's pearls. She was too cute for words...until she started hollering during the middle of the ceremony. I can see that we're going to have that kiddo that acts all sweet and mellow...but she's really hiding her Eddie Haskell side. :)

 

Tank has been an excellent big brother since Day 1 of Operation Baby. He immediately learned that he was no longer #1 and my lap was not for him to lounge on. He now sits by BAMR's side and protects her. Apparently he thinks my singing voice requires protection, because he attacks me when I sing to her. Why doesn't anyone like my singing? Lame. Speaking of lame, this is the face he gives me most days.

 

 

Random July goodness:

Men doing housework. Oh boy...I poke a lot of fun at el husbando for vacuuming daily (sometimes twice), but it's pretty rad. I think he might be in love with his new Dyson vacuum, because he told about me some fabulous function last night. I don't remember because I was distracted by him snuggling on the couch with Mrs. Dyson. I saw him out in the yard with Mr. Husqvarna last week - delish!

 

We had a kick-ass trip to southeast Alaska over the fourth of July. BAMR slept through all segments of the milk run flight and the short wheel plane ride to the island. She's a trooper!

 

Mid-July, we took a road trip north to Talkeetna for a softball tournament. Mommy & Daddy's teams were competing against each other. Daddy's team won, again. Their team had three new baby girls...pretty cute!

Happy end o' July y'all! xo