Protected: Noah’s new hair
Dec 3, 2007 Pictures
It’s a bit more orange than he expected but he likes it any old way. Being his mother, I miss the sheer perfection of his own fabulous natural self but this is fun, too.
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I have a great song for you
Dec 2, 2007 mp3
I don’t know why it’s a free download here but it is. It’s a great song for getting your brain moving when you’re, for example, stuck on edits. (Right-click to save.)
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Madison keeping secrets
Dec 2, 2007 The Story of My Life
“Mommy, we got you some candles but it’s a surprise. So don’t go upstairs. Don’t go into the bedroom closet. It’s a surprise.”
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My desk is a mess
Dec 2, 2007 The Story of My Life
Someone really ought to do something about it; it’s sure not going to clean itself.
I’m blogging in an effort to clear my cobwebs — I really want to get going on Becca’s edits but my head is still fuzzy. I’ve got paid work to do, too, but it’s the weekend so I’m only working for me, dangit. That is if I can wake up.
So. Shaking out cobwebs … what could I write about? Well, we got a new (to us) sofa. Brett and I decided that our holiday presents to each other would come in the form of new (to us) furniture. We set a budget ($400) to get a couch and started looking. This is what we ended up with (remember we’re working with a mid-century mindset for our 1959 ranch because we wish we were living in the house from The Incredibles movie):
Notes on the above pictures: Yes, the pillows really are that ratty. I blame the children. Yes, the family room really is festooned with that many random toys. Again, I blame the children. No, the tabletop doesn’t quite match the orange marmoleum floor. I blame the lighting. Also apparently I need to clean my camera lens. Either that or I have a lot of ghost orbs in this house. I think they all click bigger if you want more of our mess close-up.
Anyway, for a little less (like five dollars less) we got all that furniture thanks to Craig’s List (couch and sofa) and the furniture re-sale shop who really wanted to unload the table and chairs (we got six chairs by the way). We had one of these tables already but it was smaller and less sturdy. Brett was staring at it for a long time and the guy kept dropping the price so finally he went ahead and got it. (We’d been hoping to find an oval one for awhile now.)
The carpet in the family room is flor, which was all coming apart. Fortunately the flor people upgraded their modular system (i.e., the stickers that hold the stuff together) and now it’s holding up. I really love flor because you can take one piece up and wash it when, say, someone small spills frozen blueberries into it and then grinds them in trying to cover up her mistake because she was just told not to take her frozen blueberries out of the kitchen.
Also we’re painting the khaki walls chocolate brown (haven’t found the right brown yet) but will be leaving our beloved red wall because 1) we love it; and 2) it’s rocking feng shui there in the career part of our house. When I’m done painting (and by “I” I mean “Brett” who is busy retiling 1/3 of the bathroom and worrying about the other 2/3) I’ll take some pictures only this time I’ll stick the kids in there to make it more interesting. Not that Peanut, our dog, isn’t charming but she’s just not as photogenic as the kids.
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Baby book entry: Madison
Dec 1, 2007 Adoption
I didn’t go with Brett and Madison to pick Jessica up from work because of this cold. Madison asked if she was going too (she always asks if she’s going on errands and then has a fit if the answer is no) and I said, “Of course you are because you’re picking up Jessica.”
Madison: “And Jessica is my birth mommy?”
Me: “Yup.”
Madison: “Jessica Jessica Jessica! And you are my real mommy?”
Me: “No, we’re both your real mommies. I’m your real mommy because I take care of you everyday and Jessica is your real mommy because you grew in her tummy where she took care of you.”
Madison: “Oh. You are my regular mommy.”