David & I had a pretty fun "date" last night. We went to see
Transiberrian at an early show (4:35) & then had a fancy dinner at
Subway before picking up our baby. Transiberrian was pretty good, but
the last 30 minutes was a little intense for me. We enjoyed our
evening out & come to find out, still even like each other.

The main road by our house is closed due to a labor day run/walk
tomorrow morning. We headed up to David's parents & younger sister's
for the night, since we were planning to head over tomorrow morning.
We've enjoyed our evening with them & watched Eragon & ate chocolate
ice cream. Tomorrow we will spend the day with his sister, brother,
sister in law, & two nephews, as well as his parents & younger sister.
Emma can't wait to play with her cousins!

I'm feeding her her last bottle, then heading to bed. Enjoy your day
off tomorrow! Happy Labor Day!

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Date!

David & I are on our first date since our anniversary (mid July).
We're at the movies, in an actual theater! Whoo-hoo!

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Thankfully

Emma does not seem sick from our brown water scare. Thank goodness!!

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Brown Water

I make Emma a bottle of formula (powdered w/water) & put it in fridge. Make her oatmeal cereal (w/formula) & feed it to her. She's made a huge mess, so I wipe her down as best I can, give her a wet washcloth to chew on (she loves it) & take her up to give her a bath.

I start the bath so the water can warm up & go get towels laid out, a clean outfit & diaper, etc. I go to check it & plug up the water. Realize the water looks kind of brown. Toilet is still clear, so I flush it - brown. CRAP!

I wipe her down with wipes, get her dressed. Run outside to see if there are any workers - there aren't. Call David to take care of it because I am absolutely LIVID by this point. He acts like its no big deal & that "dirt" won't hurt her.

I made her a fresh bottle with bottled water & when she's done, I will pour the other bottle down the drain.

I am seriously worried that she's going to get sick over this. David still doesn't think it's a big deal. Whatever. I'm still mad.

I did it!

I shaved my legs for the first time in a week (yes, gross, I know.
I've been wearing pants all week since they've gotten especially bad.
Poor David.)

It only took me 4 tries to get them done this morning! Go me! I ended
up doing them in stages on the edge of the tub in between checking on
Ems. Someone was a bad napper this morning!!

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Tomorrow

I've totally got to shave my legs.

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Prilosec and Fried Chicken

My baby & I went to clean my parents' house today. We cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. She got mad at me & then I realized it was because she had been sitting in a stinky diaper awhile. Then I felt bad.

We saw Uncle Cory. He's still afraid of her a little bit, as he's not used to them, but he's starting to get more used to her. I made him hold her some. It's good for him. Builds character.

Emma slobbered on my parents' bed. I don't think they'll really care though. Nothing's as sweet as baby slobber.

Came home & she jumped awhile.



She likes it. It was a good investment, for sure.

Also, my crazy BFF decided to have panic attacks because of stress today. She had chest pain & a headache & felt like she was dying, but she wouldn't go to the school nurse (she's a teacher) to have her blood pressure taken until after the kids had all gone home. And wouldn't you know, it was 141/110. Like basically, she could have had a stroke. And then she went to a stupid staff meeting instead of to the dr like I & the nurse told her to. So basically, some stupid 2 hour meeting about ethics is worth risking your life over.

Oh, and get this, she finally goes to the Minute Clinic & her blood pressure is normal. So the stupid lady tells her it's just indigestion & to get prilosec. I'm sorry, lady, but you are an idiot. Anyway, I hope my BFF doesn't die because of the Minute Clinic lady & the fact she didn't send her down to the ER. Anyway, she seems to be fine now, I made her lay on her left side & rest. I had to do that when I was on bed rest at the end of my pregnancy for high blood pressure.

Zaxby's for dinner, gotta love the Zax sauce! That reminds me, today I had Chick-Fil-A for lunch (yes, I kind of have a thing for chicken, thankyouverymuch) & I got the new-style chicken strips. But last time we were there, we noticed as we were pulling out that they had a new sauce called "Chick-Fil-A Sauce." And we were really disappointed because we both wanted to try it. We had high hopes for this new sauce, for goodness sake! And really, I wanted it to be like Zaxby's sauce because that would make me love Chick-Fil-A all the more. But guess what. It wasn't. It was like honey mustard stuff. And I was very unimpressed and very disappointed. So, Chick-Fil-A, if you're reading: steal the recipe for Zax sauce. You'll thank me later. I told David & he was disappointed too. He already hates the Chick-Fil-A, so really this is probably the final straw.

So now that this post has really turned out about my crazy BFF & sauce for my fried chicken, I better quit while I'm ahead.

Night y'all.

Forget the oatmeal....

I just want the bib!

My girl this weekend

Baby-talk

I love baby-talk. I absolutely love it.

I'm sitting next to Emma on the couch (well, ok, she's really next to her daddy & I'm on the other end, but still) & she's just a coo-ing & a smilin' & basically I just think it's the greatest thing in the world. And yes, she was doing the coo-ing & smilin at me because Daddy is ignoring her & is on his computer.

I liked her back when all the noises she made were cries, fusses, & farts, but this is great! She's actually tries to talk! She tries to mimic what I say to her & she talks back to me when I talk to her, like we're having an in-depth conversation. My baby is so smart.

When I put our faces together, she just giggles & squeals like it's the greatest thing in the world. And in my world, it's pretty close. She then grabs my hair & it stops being so cute.

I can't believe my baby will be 6 months next month.