Reality

The beauty (and perhaps the entire appeal?) of blogging, is that one can portray oneself any way one desires. I'm a perfectionist, so I'm tend to post mostly the things that make me look... perfect. Thus, no pics of dirty laundry, or dishes, and especially not the room where I'm sitting now (and which I intend to clean today). Instead, and without further ado, my two favorite pictures from yesterday, Ethan in the Grass, and the before photo of Matt's Birthday Dinner:

I've Done It

For the first time in 20 years, I've done something I'm pretty sure I promised myself I'd never do... I participated in a chain letter. I've resisted chain recipe clubs, chain quilt squares (you'll receive enough quilt squares to make a queen-sized quilt!!) plain jane chain postcards and a host of other chains. I don't even participate in those Friendship bread things where you make a starter batch, and feed it, and it quadruples, and then quadruples again, and you give it to your friends who set it on their counter and have to feed it and give it away as well. I understand you can also make some kind of bread with it. But I digress...

I participated in a chain letter book club. I mostly did this for my mom, because my friends will be sending books to her, if they get suckered into it, too. I tried not to send it to anyone with young children, or some other deterrent to going to the PO. It's pretty hard with a baby. I'm also hoping to get one or two random free books. Want a piece of the action?? Email me or comment. I'll be glad to include you, too. (Bua ha ha ha! evil laugh).

Ethan Crawls

This video is from a week or so ago. He's doing much better at it now, but I had to try the new Blogger video function (much easier than figuring out how to do it with Utube).

Dreams

Dreams are funny things... I recently dreamed, for instance, that I was Paris Hilton's neighbor and that we became friends because she came over to swim in my pool, and because I was also a family nurse practitioner (in my dreams only, at this point), I thus became FNP to the rich and famous. Just like Dr. 90210. Only not because nurse practitioners are not as needlessly interventionistic.

Last night, I dreamed that I had gone to drill. For some reason, my sister, my mother and my son came with me. At the same time, I was also caring for two elderly and demented women, one of whom had a tendency to wander. I had forgotten my uniform for drill, had only one change of clothes, couldn't find the room where we were meeting, never had time to eat because I was always late for drill, and somehow, a good friend's wedding was that same weekend, in the same hotel, and I was supposed to be a bridesmaid. I had nothing to wear except the same pair of tacky jeans that I've been wearing for months because I refuse to buy new clothes until I can fit in my old ones, but I did make it to the rehearsal dinner where I sat the whole time, hoping I could think up some special memory to talk about if called upon. I think I might be overcommitted.

Trip to Corpus

We've just gotten back from two weeks in Corpus Christi, and now that the rush to wash laundry is over, I've uploaded a few photos...

Trip to Corpus Christi

Ethan Takes a Bath (Yes, he's done it before!)

Ethan in the Bath

A Shameless Plug

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Pics From Our Walk Today

The Three Houses

We were on a walk the other day in a neighborhood near our own, and I noticed two houses just like ours (except that Matt and I like ours more, signifying there must be some difference).
Ours, Theirs and Theirs:

Ethan Swims Some More and Sits in the Bumbo

Ethan Swims and Sits in the Bumbo