Like Mother, Like Daughter

People are always asking me which one of us C looks like. To answer the question, here is a side by side comparison of me as a baby (left) and C. D came into the room when I had the picture of me as a baby pulled up and he thought it was C. The crazy thing is that I am 3 months younger than C in that picture. C gets tons of attention because of her hair, but I must have been quite the little freak show with a mane like that at 6 months. C did get one thing from her dad though. She's in the 95th percentile for height, which she certainly didn't get from me.

Cheerios

I came into the kitchen the other day and found C looking down her shirt like this.

I figured she was looking for the missing cheerio stuck in her bangs.

Later that night when I undressed her for her bath, I discovered four wet cheerios down her shirt, plastered to her diaper. Lately, she sucks on her cheerios and then spits them out so we end up with cheerios stuck everywhere. Naughty little baby.

Baby Loves Whipped Cream

This went on for about 5 minutes.

The BIG 2-9!

Love,

Mommy and C

Happy Anniversary to Us!

Two years ago today...

As our anniversary present to each other this year, we went to an art shop and got some stuff for our new house. This huge antique world map is D's new pride and joy.

See how huge it is. Maybe we can get some furniture for that room for our next anniversary.

We finally put up the Van Gogh painting we ordered a while ago.

And, happy birthday to my little brother Garrison.

Cute Video

Be prepared to miss her even more.

"So lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely, There is nobody, I'm on my own..."

Who knew Mr. Akon could offer such insightful and deeply meaningful lyrics? Today is Day 12 since B and C abandoned me for Utah, and I'm pretty much miserable. Between spontaneous sobs, I ask myself, "What happened to the awesomely independent, I-don't-need-no-stinkin'-wife-and-kid, maverick you used to be?" Well, that guy is LONG gone. I've tried to make the hurt go away by watching movies (3 trips to the theater in 7 days) and reading East of Eden. Heck, I even weed-whacked the entire lawn and laid some sod the other day out of sheer boredom. But nothing seems to work. So I guess I'll go on with the Mr. Lonely routine for a few more days until I hop a plane to Utah myself.