1 month photo

She's one month old! (Well really she's 6 weeks now, but I had some uploading and editing to do and no ambition time to do it)

I got the sticker on her onesie from etsy.com and the fabric from Jo Ann's fabric. I stole this idea from another blogger and hopefully will be able to find the time to fit it in each month. Any ideas on what to do with the left over fabric at the end of the year? I have a few things in mind but we'll see what my final decision is. Maybe by that time Josie will have a say in it!

Grown up outfit

Blurry, but lets focus on her outfit. I was so glad it was chilly today to get to dress her in this! Aah so cute.

Say what?

I just realized that a post I sent via my phone never went through which means I haven't posted for almost a week. .. sorry.

So to make your day better, I will give you a gift. This is my man at his finest.




He really knows how to rock the farmer's tan.



And we had a campfire. Love them but not so much the mosquitos.

Other highlights:

*Hannah jumped in the lake off the boat, and Mike caught her leg. The only reason I can think of that she would do this is that she saw our lake place and thought "this is my chance to escape!!" She's so weird.
*Buck fell of the boat as he was trying to jump to the dock. He fell in the water and swam first under the dock, then around the dock, then under it again before he was able to safely get out. Then his butt was so heavy with water that he could hardly stand up.
*We went to a church service at Phelp's Mill where it was "bring your tractor or old car to church" day. what?
*Hannah ate an entire rhubarb pie. Like I said, weird. Mom didn't notice until she was looking to serve lunch. Any time I mention Rhubarb pie I immediately think of this.
*Lara came out at midnight on Saturday night.  She didn't tell us (we don't answer our phones so its not entirely her fault) and mom didn't know she was here until the morning when she asked if we had heard from Lara. Tee hee...she's so sneaky that sister.
*I tried running again. Fail. I had an old blister on my heel and sore tendons in my ankles. Ankles, why must you always hold me back?
*Josie informed us that she prefers to lay on the ground and kick her arms and legs. She did this all weekend. It's cute, but sometimes I just want to hold my baby.

I love weekends with the fam. They are my favorite. :)

Walmart at its finest

Remember this post? I gave good old Wally world another shot. I can't say that it was horrible. It was ridiculously crowded, but they must be done moving things around because I could actually find things this time. I did have to ask for one thing (mosquito spray) and the lady gave me not one, not two, but three different places to find it. What what? That never happens. I even made a list ahead of time so that I wouldn't remember something when I was on the other end of the world. I know what you are thinking... why didn't I do that before I ruled Walmart out forever? Truth is that I did but I still was always lost. So things must be better organized because I certainly have not got it more together!

While I was checking out, I got to witness a painful interaction between the cashier and a rude customer. There was an item that wouldn't ring up, and the lady just stared at the cashier with daggers shooting from her tiny little eyes. She definitely didn't say thank you when they were finished, and she definitely gave more attitude than could possibly be necessary. I did what I could to be nice to the cashier, but I think her day was ruined.

Speaking of a ruined day, here is where it got ugly. So as I am leaving with an over stuffed cart (got some new laundry baskets - huge - diet coke, and mountain dew 24 packs, and some groceries), a lady yells out something (who knows what) behind me0. When I turned around, I noticed my diet coke sitting on the ground. It must have fallen off my cart so I quickly grabbed it and kept on. By the time I got to my vehicle, there was some serious leakage going on all around the case and I had to rip it open to find the culprit can. Luckily I salvaged half the can (I know what you are thinking... really? The can is that important? But yes it is. I love my diet coke people) by refilling an empty D.C. bottle I had finished off earlier. Don't worry, babe was safe in her carseat in the running, air conditioned vehicle while I ran around with exploding pop cans.

When I got home, I noticed that all the rest of the cans were scattered around the back of vehicle, so I got everything else inside and came back out to carefully transport them inside. Since the box they came in was useless, I decided to use the basket from my bike (I'm clever, you don't have to say it) to get the rest inside. I got it all loaded up, but my overworked brain was already on to the next thing which was recycling the can I had destroyed earlier. Just as I turned back to grab the basket, it tipped over and cans flew all over the driveway. I must have looked so cute running around picking up exploding pop cans. Seriously?? So I quickly gathered them, opened the exploded cans to minimize the damage, and grabbed a few more bottles to fill. I was not about to waste that much D.C. My priorities are so intact.

So once they were all secure in the fridge, I went upstairs with a now crying baby. To wrap this up sometime today, the rest of my night went like this:

Josie cried. I put her pacifier in her mouth. She stopped crying. She spit it out. Repeat.

Meanwhile, I knocked over a cereal container which flew all over the kitchen, ate a crappy supper by myself since Mike was working late, tried to finish up my bible study that I should have finished earlier (that is what I get for procrastinating), and unsuccessfully tried uploading a book on cd that I had got from the library. There must have been a skip on the first disc because I got to #19 and everything shut down. Oh did I mention starting my desktop took 20 minutes? Wow. I really wish I knew how to clean it up so it would be worth my time using it.

Thank God that I had bible study to relieve me of constant baby duty on a bad night and uplift my spirits. Now I am wide awake and it is 11:00. I'm old, lets not forget. 11:00 means I need to get to bed now if I want to survive tomorrow with a smile on my face. I don't get to nap when she does... it just never works. I suppose if I get tired enough it would though.

Also, thank God that my mom is coming up tomorrow so I can get some house cleaning done! Since when is this a highlight?? Oh well... its my life now, so I better find a way to enjoy all the little things :).