Another Battle Lost

B and I rarely disagree on anything, but if we do, it seems to come down to one of two subjects: my cookies, and toilet paper. We'll leave the cookies to another post, and for now, focus on the latest debate about the TP. B really loves a certain kind of TP that is really nice, soft, thick and consequently, expensive. (Which is funny because between the two of us, he's usually even more the frugalisto than I am.) I like the stuff, but every time I go TP shopping, I can hardly bring myself to spend the extra dough on something that we're going to throw in the toilet and never see again.

Last week, I bought some TP that was on sale, and it turned out to be not only inexpensive, but also cheap--like the stuff they use in gas station bathrooms. Bad decision. I can live with it, but you end up using twice the amount than you would with the good stuff. Too bad. B wins for now and probably forever more on this issue.


Does this mean I should start couponing again?

GIVE ME A PIECE OF THAT CAKE!!

Another Obsession Post--I promise to be more interesting soon

My friend Kierstin took some pictures of little miss Millie before she grows up too much. Here are a few of my favorites.

It's Just Be-Cousins

Millie got to meet her cousin (well, second cousin once removed to be exact), Molly for the first time. They are 3 days apart, and look to be about the same size, and have about the same amount of hair...just different colors.:)

My cousin Suzana (Molly's mom)
Molly seeing someone else with as much hair as she has. (Millie didn't want to wake up for the photo shoot. Hence her mad face.)
Millie's reaction

Check it Out

Yes, I am obsessed with my baby. Wouldn't you be?

Check out this video to see what she surprised us with today.

Best Birthday Ever

Yesterday, I turned a quarter of a century. I just never thought I'd make it to my mid-20s, and here I am. Wow. It seems like 25 is a significant birthday--not quite as significant as 12 or 14 or 16 were, what with all those stake dances and starting to date and drive to think about, but still significant. So, in honor of my extreme age, we dropped off Millie for her first babysitting gig with her Grandma and Grandpa in Bountiful, and hit the town.

Here's where I would put the photographic evidence if I had any. Sorry.

We went bowling, ate Mexican food with horrible salsa, and danced by the light of the stars by the Bountiful temple. It was possibly the best date I've ever been on, and arguably my best birthday as well.

It seems that every year gets better.

I wonder what she's dreaming about