I passed a car wash yesterday that showed the time and temperature. It said that it was +266 degrees Fahrenheit. (I took a picture but it was too small and blurry...I was driving after all.) So, I've decided that I'm through with Utah's crazy weather. We've up and moved to Hillsboro, Oregon. Yep, we're camping out (almost no furniture) in a cute little apartment, in a city just west of Portland, and being amazed by how pretty it is here. Millie is enjoying her new "room" (our walk-in closet) and I am enjoying our washer and dryer. I can't believe I've been this long without them!
I'll do my best to document our adventures here.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Life Changing and Completely Obvious Realization, About 3 Months Late
The other morning, I peeked into Millie's bed to check if she was still sleeping. Her eyes were wide awake, and she had guilt written all over her face--like I had caught her in the act of not sleeping when she was supposed to. And then it hit me.
I'm a mom.
I had given my parents that same look when I thought I was smarter than they were, and could get away with breaking rules in the name of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
And then there was the look that meant, "Are you crazy?"
(Sorry the picture is so blurry. I took it on my phone...)
But now, I'm on the other end. What am I going to say when Millie is in kindergarten and asks me if she can have a cell phone or an iPad? Or worse, when we're having dance parties in the kitchen and she gives me that "are you crazy?" look, am I going to just tell her that those moves were cool in "my day"?
Luckily for me, I have all kinds of blackmail photos already. Like this one of little miss binkie-ear.
I'm a mom.
I had given my parents that same look when I thought I was smarter than they were, and could get away with breaking rules in the name of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
And then there was the look that meant, "Are you crazy?"
(Sorry the picture is so blurry. I took it on my phone...)But now, I'm on the other end. What am I going to say when Millie is in kindergarten and asks me if she can have a cell phone or an iPad? Or worse, when we're having dance parties in the kitchen and she gives me that "are you crazy?" look, am I going to just tell her that those moves were cool in "my day"?
Luckily for me, I have all kinds of blackmail photos already. Like this one of little miss binkie-ear.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Updates...
We love toga parties! Millie's thigh rolls are much cuter than mine are.
To account for my disaster in the kitchen (Who uses timers when they're baking? Apparently only smart people), and in honor of the season, we named this our unleavened Easter cake/cracker.
This morning I heard what sounded like Darth Vader with hiccups. Maybe Millie has a future in film?
To account for my disaster in the kitchen (Who uses timers when they're baking? Apparently only smart people), and in honor of the season, we named this our unleavened Easter cake/cracker.
This morning I heard what sounded like Darth Vader with hiccups. Maybe Millie has a future in film?
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