Thursday, January 31, 2008
So long my 20s. You were good to me!
Happy Birthday to Me~Thanks to Jessica and Leslie for taking me out for a wonderful girls' night. It was a great way to end the third decade of my life. Bring it on 30s!
Midsummer Night's Dream
The winner~!
I will begin forthwith on Bronwen's adaptation of the Shakespearean classic. Stay tuned.
I will begin forthwith on Bronwen's adaptation of the Shakespearean classic. Stay tuned.
Mardi Gras
I concede that my last entry was the epitome of lazy. I can claim that the pictures told their own unique tale, but the truth is I was feeling too uncreative and blah to add my usual sparky narration. In all fairness, I admit the blogging has taken on a few new challenges. For starters, little Bronwen is crawling around everywhere. She excels at arm/leg coordination--she is Jimmie Johnson of crawling (that is for you, Jess). In fact whenever she scoots around the floor, I envision the two flaming tire marks from Back to the Future. She is going 88 mph all over the house, and the the Flux Capacitor of her De Lorean is working overtime.
Therefore, she has upped the ante and started pulling up on things. On all things. Couches, bookshelves, my legs, just about no household item is sacred. If I am working on an entry here in the office, little B is no doubt getting into mischief under the guise of "developmental milestones." She is pulling my books off the shelves, pulling up on the floor lamps, and finding other interesting ways of making my blood pressure skyrocket. So I apologize now, my readers, for the brief entries to come, for I am unable to write much when I am worried about tumbles, falls, spills, and more! Oh, add to that the newfound separation anxiety, and it makes for interesting days indeed.
That said, here are some pictures from the Mardi Gras parade we attended this past weekend.
My wonderful friend Jessica flew in from places exotic to visit and celebrate the demise of my 20s. We attended the Mardi Paws parade--Krewe de Mutts or something like that. Basically people dress up their dogs in humiliating ways and show them off. Fun times! Here, I blink as Bronwen and the pimped out chihuahua mug for the camera.
TJ has his three favorite "B" things--Bronwen, Beer, and Beads.
Bronwen just hung out in her stroller--taking in the sights. Never fear, she lifted not her onesie for the beads!
Therefore, she has upped the ante and started pulling up on things. On all things. Couches, bookshelves, my legs, just about no household item is sacred. If I am working on an entry here in the office, little B is no doubt getting into mischief under the guise of "developmental milestones." She is pulling my books off the shelves, pulling up on the floor lamps, and finding other interesting ways of making my blood pressure skyrocket. So I apologize now, my readers, for the brief entries to come, for I am unable to write much when I am worried about tumbles, falls, spills, and more! Oh, add to that the newfound separation anxiety, and it makes for interesting days indeed.
That said, here are some pictures from the Mardi Gras parade we attended this past weekend.
My wonderful friend Jessica flew in from places exotic to visit and celebrate the demise of my 20s. We attended the Mardi Paws parade--Krewe de Mutts or something like that. Basically people dress up their dogs in humiliating ways and show them off. Fun times! Here, I blink as Bronwen and the pimped out chihuahua mug for the camera.
TJ has his three favorite "B" things--Bronwen, Beer, and Beads.
Bronwen just hung out in her stroller--taking in the sights. Never fear, she lifted not her onesie for the beads!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Sunny Days
The weather over last weekend was beautiful. Sunny, cool breeze, perfect weather for the end of March. Yes, I yearn for the days of ice storms and being stuck inside. However, I won't be bitter. Especially when Bronwen looks so cute in her hat.
We went outside for about an hour to enjoy the day--Bronwen was on her blanket in the front yard, eating leaves. TJ and I were chatting with the neighbor, unaware of the leaf eating incident--until she gaged and spat it out. This is one of the many reasons she isn't allowed to play in gravel yet.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Star Trek
It's really too bad that they cast Zachary Quinto (a.k.a. that guy from Heroes) as the next Mr. Spock, as I have found a much better choice. Of course, she is a bit vertically challenged, but I believe her acting chops would have proven more than adequate.
I feel a little bad since Aunt Jana was just telling me how beautiful Bronwen's eyebrows are. Truth is, I do pluck them. Sad, really, that she has the Bert-esque unibrow, but we love her despite her hirsute nature. I really wish I knew which one of us she got it from, though.
Turkey Pot Pie
Leslie was kind enough to bring "Girl's night" over to my house last week. Leslie's mom was awesome enough to donate a homemade turkey pot pie for our meal. TJ was sport enough to pretend to be a girl so he could join us and eat the delicious meal. It was fun--except I think Leslie and I got a bit tired of TJ's "girl" falsetto voice. We tried to tell him is wasn't necessary...
Bronwen had a chance to try the Turkey Pot Pie. Here, she is chewing it and getting the feel and flavor of it in her mouth.
She loved it! Thanks Mrs. Chauvin--best turkey pot pie any of us have ever had! Bronwen even saved a little on her chin for later.
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