End of Vacation

My vacation time is quickly coming to a screeching halt. This afternoon, I have to to to work for a whole 4.5 hours. And then, I have tomorrow off. YAY!!!! I must comment, that working 1/2 day on Mondays, and having Tuesdays off, and then working 10 hours W-F, has really been working to my advantage lately.

Jer has had almost all of last week off, ironically. He's been on-call, however, no one has been calling! Which is good, because he's been working on the house, but not good, because he'll get a small paycheck. In any case, I think the time off has been a blessing for both Jer, and myself.

In this time off, we have done many things. We have graduated Isabelle from her small Rubbermaid tote bathtub, to the extra-long under the bed storage container. She is getting so big, and, as you know, I have no bathtub.

BUT, WE ARE GETTING A NEW PORCH AS WE SPEAK. Who cares about finishing the bathroom. Let's start a NEWER MORE EXCITING project. We are sick of working on the bathroom, anyway. **notice how I can put words into my husbands mouth**

Carter has been moved out of his old car seats, and into his 'big boy' car seat. Which, I don't t think he even likes. We went to visit some college friends of mine, which was a 30 minute drive.

Both ways there and back, at some point, Carter had gotten himself all worked up and was throwing a temper-tantrum for 10 minutes. I'm not sure if it was related to him being uncomfortable in the seat, or something else, but it was not fun. So, no long trips in the car anymore for us!

Since Carter's moved up in the world of car seats, so has Isabelle.

She sits on her own (finally, at 8.5 months), and claps her hands with excitement. She started flapping her arms like a bird...one day I'm positive she's fly away. Overall, she's happy, happy happy. ALWAYS HAPPY. The only times she'll cry, is when she's tired or hurt. She is a perfect little angel, and we are so lucky to have her.

Carter, in the meantime, has become obsessed over videos. He LOVES Nemo, Elmo, Madagascar, and Monsters Inc.

He is talking like such a big boy, too. This weekend alone, he had many new words: Shrek, back, airplane, and help. I am so proud of him.

I've been shopping on eBay for winter clothes for Carter. I got 6 pairs of our favorite brand of pants for $2.00/pair.

That includes shipping. WHAT A DEAL!! I can't even get them that cheap at the 2nd hand store!

So, with such a bargain, I decided I could afford to buy myself a new pair of shoes. YAY!

And tomorrow, I'm getting my hair cut. Short. Very short. I've decided that it's not worth irritation that my hair causes me. I'll just chop it off, and it will be gone. Then I can't complain that it is on my neck, shoulders, and it its HOT and all that hair makes my neck sweat. So, this is what I'm thinking:

I attempted to make apple crisp yesterday. The idea was inspired by Lisa. Now, we all know I hate the kitchen. This was not the first time I've make apple crisp. I happened to remember that it was a very easy thing to do. So, I thought Jer would be so proud if he came home to the smell of apple pie, and a big, fat, yummy pan of apple crisp. I went out to the apple trees, picked my apples, peeled, cut, measured and did everything I was supposed to. BUT, you know, cooking OR baking is not my thing, so something had to go wrong. It was all my fault, and I admit it. First, I put my 4 cups of cut up apples into an 8X11 pan, rather than an 8X8 pan. Second, I melted the butter completely instead of softening it, so my topping turned into balls instead of crumbles. And third, I put in the nutmeg because the recipe called for it. My mother later told me that she always leaves it out. I agreed. What I ended up with is a thin layer of cooked apples, with blobs of chewy stuff on top, that tasted like NUTMEG.

EWWWW!!!!!

Oh, whatever. There are worse things in life than not being able to cook. Or bake.

At least I'm good at shopping.