Time: It is a flyin’!

Since Charlie’s birthday earlier this month she has made huge strides in not only her vocabulary but also her physical feats! She now constantly screams ‘Mama’ at me whether it be she’s happy, sad, pissed off or any other reason. I get the brunt of it, but I’m totally ok with that. She also is starting to try to say other words. She’s saying what I SWEAR is “doggie” but I really can’t be sure so whenever she says it I search for one of her million doggie toys and pick it up and say “Yes! Doggie! Ruff, ruff!” So I’m sure I sound like an idiot.

Also, she’s finally standing on her own! She’s gotten dramatically braver just in the last week and has finally cut the strings attached to our hands/couch/ottoman/toy that she happens to be closest to and LET GO! The first few times she would stand on her own a few seconds, get a HUGE grin on her face and dive bomb into me. But now, she let’s go, grins from ear to ear and continues to stand there all on her own! I’m so proud that I almost cry, start clapping and congratulate her and she gets excited and falls to her bum. But seriously, I KNOW she is close to walking now. She’s getting that bravery thing down pat and she’ll soon be all over the place! My baby is turning into a little girl right before my eyes.

I can honestly say that the past month has been the most fun with her. She is turning into a little person with ideas and desires and she is starting to voice them. And she is so entertaining! I could sit and watch her play all day (and sometimes I do b/c that laundry can wait!).

She’s starting to eat better (some days) and I’m hoping this will help her gain some needed weight. I’ve been spreading butter on a waffle for her for breakfast almost every morning and I’ve tried to get her to drink Pedialite but she’s not interested in it. So what else can I do? She eats what she wants, when she wants. I’m hoping the additional teeth she’s getting now will help b/c she eats SO DAMN SLOW I want to poke my eyes out w/ her fork. Seriously a meal w/ her easily lasts an hour.



Pizza Hut breadsticks & marinara = a HIT!



She now has 5 teeth (I think). It’s hard to get a look in that little mouth of hers! But I think her other top middle one finally broke through just last night. Her silly, crooked grin will soon be evened out!



Notice lopsided, goofy grin.  :)



Last Friday we took Charlie to the fair w/ our neighbor, Beth and her boys, Hunter and Mason. It was Charlie’s first time and although she was in her stroller for most of it I think she had a good time. She loves to people watch and what better place to do that than the state fair??? Hunter and Mason got to go on a handful of kiddie rides and stop in the butterfly exhibit but I think their highlight of the trip was the cotton candy and the chrysalis’ they got to buy and bring home! The first butterfly emerged Sunday and they were ecstatic and promptly named it Cedric Jack. What a name for a butterfly! That butterfly is going places I tell ya!



The boys & their cotton candy (and a Charlie sighting in the background)


In other household news, we’ve finally gotten our cabinets installed and the countertop fella is coming today to do final measurements for the granite we are ordering. Then it will be 2 weeks for delivery and installation. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that our project will be mosty complete as of September 12th (besides the backsplash and paint)! I’ll be sure to post a final picture once it is done but here is how it looks as of now.


I'm LOVING it!


Other than that we’ve just been living the life w/ the great MN summer weather! I am so sad to report that our crabapple tree’s leaves have started the annual change already. I guess it’s that time of year. We’ve got to get out and enjoy the last few weeks of summer b/c once it starts to get cold it gets cold FAST here and the damn winter seems to last forever. I love Autumn, I just HATE what comes after it.


Xoxo~
Kellie

A good weekend for the fair, a booze cruise and, oh yeah, puking at the table in front of my friends

Oh yes, what a weekend we had. It started out very promising. Wonderful weather for attending the MN State Fair. We headed down on Friday night for some fried food and beers accompanied by the entertainment of watching the “fair folk”. I consumed an over abundance of cheese curds and some fried pickles, drank a few brews, played 2 midway games and by then we were bored. The people watching was fairly boring this year for some reason. I kept wondering why every chick I saw was dressed like they are going to go clubbing downtown? Didn’t they realize they were at the FAIR? So we headed home and had a few more brews, Wade tried to get us to watch Dolemite (see previous post on how I felt about that movie) and then we called it a night. All in all, a nice night w/ a general lack of excitement, but it was still fun.

Saturday was promising to be a fun time. We did some housework during the afternoon (not the fun part) and then got ready for the booze cruise. Zach, a friend of mine since elementary school, invited us to join him and some other friends on Lake Minnetonka for a 3 hour cruise around the lake. I was really looking forward to this since I’ve never been on one and have been wanting to since we moved up here 3 years ago. The night was perfect for it too. We met some new people who were all very nice and fun to talk with and then decided to continue the booze fest downtown. Zach graciously offered us his 2nd parking spot in the enclosed garage at his condo downtown and we headed out. This is where things get fuzzy for me. Considering I had already consumed a number of drinks on the booze cruise I was feeling pretty good, and I think I only tripped once while walking from Zach’s to the bar, not too bad considering the heels I was wearing. We get to the bar and I was having a blast. And things were going great. And then the shots were ordered. Who ordered me the first shot is a hazy memory. I can’t really recall. But I do remember gagging to keep it down. This should have been my first indication to stop. Instead I ordered myself a new drink to get the taste of that nasty shot out of my mouth. By this time EVERYONE in the bar is my new BFF. And lucky me, one of my new BFF decides to order me another shot. Why? Why? Why? But the better question is why did I take it? Well, in actuality, I only took ½ of it. It was huge and nasty, and I about puked when I took it. So I apologized to my new BFF and told him I couldn’t finish it unless he wanted to see what the insides of my stomach looked like. He agreed that he did not want to see that, so I thanked him and went back to my table. Little did I realize that within the next 15-20 minutes my whole table would get to see that not so pleasant site.

(I apologize before hand b/c the next part of this story is disgusting, I am humiliated by it, and am vowing to never have it happen again. I’m really not even sure why I am divulging this to you all, but it is the truth. I am a lush and a bad one at that.)

As I am sitting at the table I suddenly get hot; I mean sweating, gross hot. My mouth started watering and I’m pretty sure my face turned an unattractive shade of white. I knew I was going to hurl. I also knew there was no way I could make it all the way downstairs to the bathroom in time (seriously, who makes a bar w/ the bathroom all the way in the basement???). In that nano-second before my stomach contents came out to play I determined I would rather toss my cookies into an empty cup sitting at our table than in the stairwell where it would most likely end up on some poor disgusted bar patron. So I grabbed a cup, turned to my side, and let it fly. In that second I’m sure poor Zach regretted inviting me along that night and I’m also sure Wade regretted ever marrying me. How humiliating. Thank God I couldn’t see my friends faces (most of whom I had just met that night) as I tossed my cookies at the table. I’m sure most of them looked like this:

I don’t really remember leaving the bar at that point. I’m sure Wade grabbed me as fast as he could and took me out of there. We found a cab and headed home. Being the gracious pukee that I am, I continued to get sick while in the cab but I made sure every last drop of it went outside the car. I know the driver HATED me; however he should have been pleased that none of it ended up inside the car. You are welcome Mr. Cabbie.

Wade says I drink like a college freshman. I disagree with that though. I never did throw up in a cup at the bar my freshman year. Although it would have been much more acceptable had I done it back then rather than 10 years later. What a bad night it ended up being. To those of you who had to witness that unbelievably disgusting site, I apologize. A very deep down, honest apology. And Zach, should you ever consider inviting us out sometime again please realize, that’s not in my normal routine.

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In other, less mortifying news, we got the bench seat built on the deck. And when I say we, I mean Wade. Yay Wade! Now it just needs to be stained to match the rest of the deck and we’ll be set. The railing is going to wait until next year. It’s not even required for code, however we thought w/ all our drunk friends (i.e.: ME) we’d want something to stop their fall over the 2 foot edge. Safety first!

Talkie, Talkie, No More Talkie

Last night we went over to B & E’s house for a little BBQ get together. A friend was coming through town and staying with them for the night, so what better reason to have a little shindig. I ended up consuming my fair share of wine and wine daquiris (tasty!) but wasn’t trashed or anything, just a nice buzz going. It was a great night and perfect weather to sit out on their screened in porch and enjoy the company.

This morning as I am getting ready for work Wade informs me that I talked in my sleep last night. This is weird b/c we were actually just talking about that subject earlier yesterday and how Wade does it all the time and says the weirdest things which don’t make any sense most of the time. One time he muttered out “shave my balls”. Seriously. No lie. It cracked me up. Anyway, he said that I have spoken in my sleep before, but not very often. However, last night was a different story. (I have my beliefs as to why I would talk in my sleep last night = the wine made me do it.)

So I ask him what I happened to say to him last night in my unconscious drunk passed out state that I was in. This is how the conversation went according to him:

Me: His feet smell!
Wade: Who’s feet smell? (thinking I’m going to say Kobe, my dog, who is laying right in my face)
Me: Wade’s! Can’t you smell them? (pointing to the ceiling)
Wade: Honey, I’m Wade.
Me: Mmmphfff…

How true, how true.

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In other news, happy long weekend! Yay! We’ve got some fun plans going on. Tonight we get to go to the MN State Fair and consume every fried food made ever. I can’t wait. Cheese curds here I come! Tomorrow we are going on a Lake Minnetonka Booze Cruise and Sunday we are going to the Becker’s BBQ. All throughout these fun activities we will hopefully get some much needed work done on the ol’ house. I’m hoping we can get the trim in upstairs and all the new electrical stuff we bought for the upstairs and the office put in. Of course this all depends on Wade since I have no clue how to do any of that. So…here’s to hoping!!! I’ll keep you updated!