1.14.2010

See? I told you I'd come back SOMETIMES.

I just probably won't ever tell you anything useful or anything, and what I do tell you will only come in random short bursts. I give. Anyway, here's a little story for ya.

At Christmas, as most of you know, we went to visit the Reinhards for the week. We spent all day in our jammie jams, we drank too much coffee, we watched lots and lots and lots of TV, we mostly did nothing. It was farking heavenly. That right there is my absolute favorite thing to do, EVAR. Mom and I went shopping one day, and I was all, "you mean I have to put PANTS on???" The humanity. I totally hate going places. This might explain my unusual disdain for shopping, but I think that has less to do with the pants application/going somewhere thing, and more to do with all the strangers standing too close and trying to get me to make decisions/spend money. So it's much less painful to go shopping with Mom A) because of course that drastically cuts down on the amount of money I'm spending (thanks Ma!) and B) because if any of those pushy strangers starts setting off my weird social anxiety stuff, I have my MOM there with me, and helllooo? She does not mess around. Woman has a stinkeye that will melt your face off.

Okay, this shopping story was soooo not the point of this post, but I do have a couple of pairs of lovely work shoes now, so there's that. Ahem.

Claire was given a new memory card for her Blackberry as a Christmas present from her lovely boyfriend. Seeing as we all have Blackberries now, and I was without a memory card, Claire deleted most of the pictures from her older, smaller memory card, and passed it along to me. I (just today!) went through the pictures she left on the thing, since I took a picture of Iris this morning with my phone when my real camera had the nerve to die on me. I swear, you replace a battery then let the camera sit on a shelf for a couple of months, and all of a sudden it's running out of juice the minute you get the baby in a cute ensemble. So as I was uploading the picture from this morning, I looked through and found a couple more that were pretty precious in their own right. They're supper fuzzy, definitely not print-quality, but I thought you might enjoy nonetheless.


From Iris' Baptism Weekend - you can almost see how much less hair she has then (in July)


This morning, right before we left for school. I've been waiting to put Iris in that sweater since my baby shower, and I only had to roll the sleeves a little bit. There might be a picture around somewhere of big ol' pregnant me holding this sweater up to my belly.

It's Iris & Auntie Katie Pants! It would appear that I have a thing with dressing the kid in green stripes. I won't apologize - she looks darn good.


Okay, when I first saw this on my phone it was all super teensy, and my first reaction was, "WHO is that person holding my child, and WHY do my sisters continue to think it's okay to hand the baby to strangers just because she's cute?!?!?" All sorts of righteous indignation followed, only to be capped with a mighty dose of contrition when I embiggened the photo and realized that said stranger is my cousin Kate. Hi Kate! *waves* You're just lovely. No really. Love you! Hearts.




Aaaaand finally, Auntie Clairence and Iris wearing their matching PJ's. Does not get much cuter than that, folks.




1.07.2010

I've got nothing.

You know that awkward scenario that happens somewhere like, let's say, the grocery store? You are just trying to pick up some essentials so that dinner doesn't have to be cold sandwiches again, and you haven't been home since you stumbled out the door before dawn, and you're dragging the cranky kid with you, and all you want is to just please get out of the store as quickly as possible, or at least before said kid boisterously announces her crankiness to the rest of the shoppers, when you run into a friend/acquaintance/anyone who has ever met you and who really wants to hear just everything that you've been up to in the past however long it's been since you last saw them. Every time I encounter that moment, I am reduced to a sort of stunned stare while I try to come up with something of note to share. I just never know what to say. I'm way boring. My standard response is typically, "well, I'm sort of a hermit these days." The End.

We don't really do anything. We have this life that includes going to work, then staying home when we aren't there. We read a lot. Kyle or I will occasionally go out for a bit, but not very frequently. Iris is still pretty much just Iris. Maybe a little taller, a little louder & more mobile, but she's still the kid who fights sleep and wants to grab your face. She's stopped growing at her old break-neck speed, and seems to have settled at approximately the size of an 18 month old. She's almost a year now. She has four and a half teeth. She really likes mashed potatoes, and she really likes The Cure. Awesome, and also, wait for it... awesome.

Suffice it to say, we are happy. Really and truly cozy and happy and boring as tree bark. I want to keep posting here frequently and filling your days with all sorts of clever witticisms, but like I said, I've got nothing, and my cleverness was dubious anyway. So please, with all my apologies, consider this space tentatively silenced. I'll come back for the big stuff, and I do feel that I'll revive the blog to its former glory eventually, but for now I'll probably be pretty scarce around these parts (because I was so verbose the last few months anyway, right?), but please check in every now and then for picture updates as I'll probably make a little note here each time I update Picasa. Goodnight, Friends.