Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.

It's anniversary day!

In with the old, in with the new

So this weekend Seth and I read thru some of my old blogs and somewhere along the way I forgot I used to do paragraph headers and Seth said they really helped the blog along and he missed them, so I'm bringing sexy back. Wait I mean paragraph headers. So there it is.
Also Seth has been encouraging me to take my funnier blog posts and try to make them into a book. So I've been trying to find a way to get all my blog posts into a PDF with the pictures or at least a Word document. Bar going thru one at a time (as of today there are 430 of them), copy and pasting them into a word document, I don't have any brilliant ideas. There is this website that will make it into a book for you, or a pdf for 7.95 but of course the man I love says that's a lot for something I can do myself. Apparently he still thinks I'm at work and have all the time in the day to dink around on the computer.

I'm slow to post
So of course I started this post yesterday but then all sorts of other things happened. Most excitingly, I got to spend part of the day in the hospital because I have been having dizzy spells. Of course they couldn't really figure it out.
Of course I want to the vagina doctor to find out why I was dizzy. Because I was dizzy and wasn't thinking. I have always went to the Olson Center for "Women's" health, but apparently that doesn't cover if you are dizzy. However they did address the rash on my boob from breastfeeding. Both cases they were like, we aren't sure, try this. What the hell?
And of course we had a lovely experience with a student. he did most of the exam and consultation. He was SUPER good looking so I was all about letting him see my boobs. Rash and all. His name was Ben. I like to think we are friends now. Although Seth and I had a few weird moments with him. One was he asked me if anything was coming out of my nipple in regards to my rash (which is no where near my nipple) and I went "Besides the breastmilk?" the other was when he was telling us about head injuries he randomly says "Last year when I got mugged, we I had some dizziness and it felt like I was drunk walking". We just kind of sat there for a minute, like what the fuck do you say to that? Finally I said, "That blows, getting mugged."
Then he brought in Dr. Hibbert from the Simpsons. No really, this guy looked and acted just like the guy. It was hilarious.
Why are all my doctor's visits comedy? Probably because I let the students in. I let the student nurse do all of my vitals, she got yelled at a couple of times for dinking things up. When she weighed me I almost cried and made some jokes but she didn't respond. How do you politely tell the students they need to work on their people skills?

I scream, Evie Screams, we all scream for ice cream
After we got cleared from the doctor, we went and Seth picked up some stuff from his work. (of course, even when he is ordered to stay away from work he can't) and then we went over to Dollar Tree because I had a project I wanted to work on for Evie (more on that in a hot minute). Then we went to Verizon where Seth almost threw his phone at the lady in there, so we had to leave. Then I went over to the used baby junk store and got Evelynn a cute little car (more on THAT later). After all that we headed to Olive Garden because remember when I "watered" the neighbor's plants? Well I found out what I thought was a 10 dollar gift card was actually 25 so we used that for our anniversary dinner. It was funny because we were both starving and Evie fell asleep and so both of us barely talked to each other thru dinner because we were so busy shoveling food into our mouths trying to finish eating before Evelynn woke up. She ended up waking up at the very end of dinner and then she just wanted to play with her food and drink some of my raspberry lemonade. (Really spellcheck? There is a "P" in raspberry? Who knew...)
Then we went to Cold Stone for ice cream because I had a coupon. I got the new oreo filling ice cream and OH MY GOD. It is amazing. Luckily I'm smarter than Seth and I ask for like four kinds of ice cream, one at a time and the scoopers don't really know how to measure the ice cream accurately so I always get a TON of it. In fact I ordered the "like it" and got enough ice cream for the "ours" to go container. I justify it that I have to share with Evie so I can get a lot.

Fun things for Evie
So I noticed when we were in the doctors office, Evelynn really liked the shit they hung off their ceiling. Lately its been a helluva chore to change her pants or anything involved with the changing table because she squirms around and pulls herself up to see what is going on. Anything but laying on her back, GOD FORBID. So I went to Dollar Store and got some wall art and wrapping paper to put up on the ceiling in fun colors and some cut outs from the teacher section. Hopefully it helps. They had sheets of the stickers you can put on the wall for a dollar so I got TONS of those. I just redid my bathroom with bamboo reeds. Maybe I'll post a picture.
I have been looking for something to give Evelynn to push on when she walks around, hopefully to get her something to balance on and start walking sooner. I only encourage it because she hates crawling SO much. So we went to the used store and I got her this little push car that converts to a walker. She LOVES the car. But of course she has her Mother's princess genes and demands to be pushed around in the car. She will go over and sit on it and then put her feet up and start humping the handle to get it to move. She squeals with delight and then tries to get us to chase the cats around (as if I don't have enough problems with Baggy's anxiety). I also got her some foam letters that were for the bathtub but she likes them out of the tub more and we just do letters and she puts them in her mouth, no harm no foul, unlike the flashcards which get soggy and gross.

What I WANTED to post about on my anniversary
I wanted to do a cute little interview with Seth for a blog post on our anniversary but I couldn't find a good set of interview questions. So if you all have any, leave them in the comments or hit up the email and I will ask him. Here are a few I tried to ask him,
Me: Were you nervous to ask me to marry you?
Him: No, you were nagging me about it for almost a year so I knew you wouldn't say no.
Me: Shut up, I might have said no.
Him: No you wouldn't, you really wanted to marry me.
*Discussion descends into a fight about if I really would have or not, ending with him being right and me admitting it begrudgingly.*
Much later...
Me: What was the best part of this year for you?
Seth: Having Evie and getting to work on *super secret work project named withheld*
Me: Okay, I meant about with me.
Seth: Watching you become a Mommy.
Me: That's not really about me, that's about me and Evie. But ok. Why was that good?
Seth: Oh because I was worried you would have problems with it, but you didn't and that was good.
Me: What did you just say?
Seth: No you are a great Mom, I mean, I didn't have doubts you would be, but you used to worry all the time that you wouldn't so it was good to see that didn't happen.
Me: Okay but we don't say those kind of things aloud around the kid-ok.
Seth: Why, you said it.
Me: Oh Jesus. How long until you have work travel again?

So my own interview questions weren't working and I couldn't find any in google land besides pre marriage counseling questions. Any help my readers out there have would be most appreciated.

And I'm out
Alright the kid is awake, and demanding to be taken in her chariot to where Bags is hiding.
Hope you all have a great day!!

Love (being a pusher),
Carrie

Progress isn't made by early risers. It's made by lazy men trying to find easier ways to do something.

So as promised, here is the post about what my week looks like next week with the fall season kicking into high gear. Straight from my DVR...

Sunday:
The Glades (this is a summer show, but I have been enjoying it, I like the main actor)
Mad Men

Monday:
Chuck
The Event (new)
Mike and Molly (new, has Sookie from Gilmore Girls)
Castle (SQUEEEE)
Pawn Stars (this is Seth's)

Tuesday:
Glee
Raising Hope (new,I'm a sucker for a show or movie about people learning how to raise a kid)
Life Unexpected (really enjoyed this last season although the girl who plays Lux is supposed to be all grown up and more mature than the parents but she makes some really nerve grating decisions that don't follow her character at all)
Parenthood (LOVE this show)
Sons of Anarchy (one of the best written shows on TV today)
Teen Mom (don't you judge me.)

Wednesday:
Undercovers (new)
Criminal Minds (SQUEEE, even though I'm pissed they fired JJ and cut Prentris's episodes)
Law and Order SVU (Really, a two hour season premire?)
The Whole Truth (new, the concept is really intriguing, court drama from both sides of the table)
Top Chef Just Desserts (Oh man this show makes me so hungry, and so scared of dessert making)
Top Chef (this is over, this is just a reunion special)

Thursday:
Big Bang Theory
Bones
Destination Truth (Josh Gates makes reality TV fun)
Grey's Anatomy (Am I the only person still watching and caring about this show? I feel like I am)
Ghost Adventures (or as Seth and I call them, Meatheads yelling at ghosts. Funny stuff even if it isn't meant to be)
The Soup

So the new stuff, of course as always gets the three strikes and your out rule. I'll let you know how everything fairs.

I may have possibly killed our fridge. Seth is in there now trying to fix it. You may have noticed it's two am while I post this. I don't know what is wrong, but I do know if we have to go buy a new fridge tomorrow, we won't be going to Orlando for a vacation or doing anything nice for our anniversary. Since Seth will be pouting thru our anniversary for having to spend that kind of money. I didn't get the door shut all the way when I pulled the meat out of the fridge this afternoon and so the fan part that made the cold air stopped working. I discovered I fucked it up and left it open three hours later, but of course I didn't turn the air on today, I just slept with Evie thru the hottest part of the day, and the water melting fucked something up. I just cursed and shut the fridge door and had NO plans on telling Seth about what I did. But of course when he was going to get ice he noticed everything was still melting and wasn't cooling.

Well Seth just gave up. He is going to the gas station to get ice to put our stuff in.
Shit shit shit fuck shit.
He wants me to tell you all that he fixed the light at least. I think he doesn't want you to think he is completely inept at fixing things. Poor guy.

Better start loading things out of the fridge and into the coolers. Shit how am I going to cook for Jazz on our green tomorrow.
Aye dos mio.

Love (for the fridge to be working),
Carrie

The most dangerous strategy is to jump a chasm in two leaps.

As I type from the confines of my "safe" zone (i.e. the bathroom) I can hear Seth trying to get Evelynn to say "Dada" or "Daddy" or any other remote variation of the word. Yes it's true, Evelynn now routinely calls for her Mama. And it pretty much makes Seth feel like a schlump, although I don't know why since I'm with her 24/7. But still, in between her squeals and giggles, Seth is tirelessly drilling her to say his name. It's like Destiny's Child with Wyclef up in here. Circa 1999. Yes that was a very random pop culture reference. You are welcome.
So I have SUPER exciting news. Hat tip to Seth's lovely co-workers who read the blog HI ALL YOU POOR PEOPLE *waves* I only have to listen to him chatter on about work maybe three hours a day, you guys get it ALL DAY LONG. I pity you, I do. Maybe you know what he is talking about half the time. I don't. But I make a hell of an attempt to make him feel like I do, or at least that I care to listen. Most of the time he just needs to do what I call "talking it out". If he can get it out of his head and try to explain to someone, he tends to solve his own problems. I have a very tried and true method of ensuring that he thinks I understand by zoning out just enough and repeating words or phrases back to him randomly to make him think I am listening. I love him, I do, and I wish I had even a CLUE of what he was talking about. But I like to think he does the same thing when I tell him about my theories on what is going to happen on Grey's Anatomy this year. It's called MARRIAGE.
So anyway because I'm a whiner, and I forgot Seth's co-workers read this blog (OH MY GOD he is so embarrassed by the way. He's totally afraid I'm going to talk about things he doesn't want people to know, like the fact that he doesn't snore, BECAUSE APPARENTLY HE'S A FUCKING Princess and Evie and I and the cats keep him up all night with our snoring) so they made magic happen and he's going to be around Monday for our anniversary and he is banned from working!!! HUZZZAAHHHH!!!
Now if I could just get him to take a real non working vacation, we might be in business. :-)
Thanks guys (and gals!)!
Evelynn and I had a great day of cuddling. She must be going thru another growth spurt or just taking after me all day but we spent the whole day cuddling, reading books, and snoozing.
Alright I'm so excited for fall TV to start next week, I'll try to get up for you tomorrow what I'm watching and trying out this year. But I'd better get a shower before Evelynn realizes that dude trying to explain to her why it is not condusive to knock down what he is trying to build for her and teach her about sound structures is NOT "mama".

Love (the power of the blog),
Carrie

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

How do you like the redesign blog friends?
It feels like Evelynn is going down to play by herself for while so I thought I'd share some of my random daily thoughts, because I miss you bloggy.
Yesterday I had lunch with my Mom and a lobbyist and I got all dolled up and got the baby looking and smelling cute. I was so excited to have intelligent conversation. Of course I go in there and flub it all up by talking about Kanye West on the VMA's.
On the way home I stared longingly at a guy who had his music bumping up at the light. I remember when I was the one bumping at the lights. Now I'm like, turn down that music you are hitting my kid's ears! And oh, is that the new Nelly? Nice.
I had this discussion about stay at home mothering with my husband last night. I think I would feel better about my decision to do it if society and the government supported it more. Basically, as awful as it sounds, I think stay at home mom's should get a stipend. I mean I'm not expecting to make bank here but a couple hundred bucks a month would be nice. I don't know how Mom's who are on formula are doing it! The lobbyist I met the other day went on and on about how being a stay at home mom is the hardest job. If it's the hardest job, why does society not respect it as much as say, someone who is a social worker. I don't know, I'm just rambling here.
Okay friends the cats are fighting and Evelynn is trying to get involved. Bagheera is obviously feeling better on his new drugs. He is more lovely, wants to play with Evelynn more and lets her just smash him with her love.

Plus she just crawled into my lap to cuddle, and I can't miss out on moments like that. Maybe that's my stipend. Works for me.

Love (cool fall days full of baby cuddles),
Carrie

The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.

I was going to celebrate the fact that I made two posts in one day, but I realized its 12:15 so it is now a new day so I'm just going to say instead, two posts in a row! Woot!
The new stats feature has made me all self concious and I check it almost as obsessively as I check my blackberry for facebook, email, or twitter updates. Thanks, just what I need, another electronic connection to tell me my social status in the world. Ah electronic validation.
If my husband had gotten home before 9 pm, here are the things I would have told him:
I bought a new candle warmer at Hobby Lobby. It was 4.99. Its literally a hot plate you sit a candle on, this one has VENTS, which is a fancy feature, and the reason its a dollar more than the 3.99 model well worth the extra dollar I think. And then he would have been like, why did you buy another candle warmer, we have one, my mom bought it for you for Christmas. And then I would have said, well the lightbulb on the damn thing went out and I can't find a replacement bulb because apparently, the company that makes the candle warmer bought the bulbs for the candle warmer from THE FUCKING FUTURE because these bulbs exist nowhere. I have looked at three stores now, including hobby lobby, which is where I found the NEW candle warmer, while looking for a replacement bulb. And look, the new candle warmer is just a hot plate so I will never need to buy a replacement bulb or go looking for one. Now if you would like to invent a time machine so I can go into the future to get a bulb for the warmer, I'll just take this new warmer back and use the time machine instead.
You know actually I would probably use the time machine to go into the past to just keep the damn candle warmer from my mother in law in the box and re gift it in the future. But don' tell her that. I actually liked the candle warmer, it was a very effective candle warmer, I mean it didn't have side vents or anything rad like that, but it did it's job, until the fucking bulb from the future went out and now it's a useless lump of junk cluttering up my already too cluttered house.
I also would have said to my husband-look I made six dozen cookies. Why did I make six dozen? Well, apparently Jesus Christ died again and the church is having a funeral for him and they needed four dozen. I know I made six dozen Seth. I made you two dozen, because I made the cookies a day early, and you will inevitable sneak at least a dozen cookies. And I'm pretty sure you will go to hell for stealing funeral cookies. Especially if that funeral is for Jesus. So I decided to just head you off at the pass and save your eternal soul and I made you your own non-funeral cookies. Once at a Bible Banger meeting when I was a teenager the leaders told this girl that she and her Mom were going to hell because her Dad was an alcoholic and didn't ever come to church. And apparently in the church I was attending at the time, your father was your represenative in heaven, so if your father didn't come to church and wasn't all holy, you all were on a one way ticket to hell, no matter how much you prayed. I don't know they said it was in the bible somewhere. Probably Leviticus. Anyway I'm just covering my bases in case that is true.
Your daughter pressed herself up against a window today and screamed at a squirrel. She was only wearing a diaper. Pretty sure the neighbors are going to call child protective services and tell them I'm teaching her how to be a good window hooker in the red light district.
Hey speaking of fun experiences your daughter had today, I think she met her first meth addicts. When we were in line at the grocery store this crazy looking guy and girl got in line behind us, after skipping around four lines. Then the guy stood so close to me that I was going to do an Usher style dirty dance grind on him because he was standing right up on my ass. But then I noticed he obviously did drugs. And liked vulgar tattoos. And then the girl who was with him, who also gave the "I need to be on Intervention" type apperance started to be really nice to Evelynn so I couldn't do it. Plus she looked like she could beat me up in a heart beat. I noticed they were buying four toothbrushes, a giant can of zippo lighter fluid, tampons, cold medicine, and ding dongs. I don't know what kind of meth that makes, but if it involves ding dongs, I'm in.
Anyway she was being really nice to Evie, and of course Evelynn was being a giant ham, per usual. Our daughter is a social butterfly. And then the woman starts asking me the standard set of questions and responses:
She is so cute! How old is she?
6 months.
Wow six months! She is so tiny!
Yeah, *insert witty response here*
What's her name?
Evelynn Ann
Oh that is such a sweet name! Fits her perfect!
Thanks! *insert clever comment here*
Then our friendly neighborhood meth head made a comment that threw me for a loop-she says "Whoa you look great for having a baby six months ago!" And then I had no witty response, but I really wanted to hug her. Lately I've felt pretty bad about myself, body wise. I've been trying to get out and walk with Evie, but the weather has been so erratic. I've tried to refrain from eating the ENTIRE contents of my fridge, but some days are harder than others, and some days my parents make excellent food.
(Speaking of which dad, when are you going to make mexican again? It feels like forever since I've had a good dad burrito)
So anyway the meth heads and I are friends now. BEST friends. You just don't understand how great a comment on your body feels when you are feeling chunky yourself. Especially from a skin and bones meth head. Love you methie!

So I had to finish this post in the morning because I was exahusted. Evelynn is still sleeping for once, Seth didn't wake her up with all his banging around he does in the morning. I might even sneak back to bed for a while once he leaves. Of course knowing my luck she will wake up as soon as he leaves and want to play.
Hope you all have an excellent day!

Love (people who tell me I'm skinny),
Carrie

Idleness is not doing nothing. Idleness is being free to do anything.

So the good news, I'm back on the food committee at church! My mom swears I was never off of it, but I'm not so sure. Anyway I think I have redeemed myself in the salad department. The bad news, for some reason the requests for food this week are LARGE.
Jesse and I went to Sam's and dropped two and a half bills, and for some reason I grabbed the bag of shredded salad, which I had told myself I wasn't going to do anymore because even though it was uber cheap and the lettuce was perfect...for about two days, if that. But for some reason I felt moved to buy the lettuce. That night I got a request for salad for 8. So someone must have been talking to me up there.
Then today I got a request for a funeral, but just cookies...only 4 dozen. Who died? Jesus?
I just finished banging them out, and then re-read the email and realized I made them a day early. Shit. Oh well, as long as Seth and I don't eat them all before Thursday, we are golden.

I have bad news about Bagheera. The baby is giving him anxiety, and he is peeing on things. Pretty much everywhere AROUND the cat pan. I really don't deal with cats who pee on things. After some google-diagnosing, I've decided he has anxiety because Evelynn has become increasingly mobile, including chasing him down the hall with her weirdo half crawl (which looks suspiciously like Bagheera walking). So today I went to Petco to get him some kitty drugs. Now he is wearing a funky collar and has some drops to put in his food. I also got him some special treats and some more wet food. Hopefully that's enough to have him stop peeing on things or else he is going to live somewhere else. Maybe the garage. Or the laundry room. Stupid cat.

I'm excited for fall tv to start, although none of the new shows are really jumping out at me. I'm DVRing a few of them just to see what's happening but I'm not counting on any of them to come thru.

Seth and I's two year anniversary is next Monday. I have nothing for him and he will be out of town. He says that our trip to Orlando in November will be our celebration but he is going there for work, so I can't imagine it will be much of a celebration. Is it wrong to wish your husband would get moved to a different project so you can see him more? I mean, it wasn't very fun when he was working on a project he hated with people he hated. But it's almost as bad when he is working on a project that he has a passion for with people he likes. Then he feels committed to make the project its very best and to not let the people he likes to work with down. Which means that he works insane hours. For example he went in at 7 this morning and as I write this, it is 7:41 pm and I haven't heard from since noon when I called him to ask what kind of cat litter to get. By the time he gets home we will have about four seconds to eat, and he will have about five seconds with the baby, and I'll bet you money he wants to work out which is an hour and a half of more time not with us, but time he thinks he needs to relieve the stress of his job.

But who am I to complain, I spent most of his money today and made 4 dozen cookies, right? Right.

Exciting! Blogger has put up this thing where I can see all sorts of interesting stats about my blog. I have 29 followers now too! Woot!

Alright well I'd better pay attention to the little one. Hope you all are having a good week!

Love (being back on the team),
Carrie

We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.

Here is some randomness I just thought to tell you on my walk...

Every time I see a bunch of marigolds, I smile. Not that they are a particularly pretty flower or that they smell nice or anything. I think they are just the first flower I remember learning about from my Mom. I also remember that she used to let me "deadhead" them and spread the seeds anywhere I wanted and for some reason that felt really special to me. Especially since if I did that with a dandelion, my Dad would come after me with a rake. (by the way, there is an "e" in dandelion? Really spellcheck? Huh.)

Today it is overcast and cloudy, but as you can see from the previous post Evelynn and I made Brownie's for Seth's celebration of the kickoff of the NFL season tonite (I would call it a "party" but I honestly think it might be just us there-which means, as usual, I have made ENTIRELY too much food) and I had to test to see if the brownies are any good since I am, categorically the worst brownie maker ever, even with the "perfect" brownie pan. So anyway after snarfing six brownie bottoms that got stuck to the bottom of the pan, and Evelynn's stout refusal to take a nap longer than five minutes we decided to take a walk even though it looked like rain.
I was pretty grumpy about it, but I ran out of ways to entertain her and was starting to get frustrated that she wouldn't just lay down and take a freaking nap. So off we went. Along the way it started spitting rain. Evelynn was taking in the sites, and generally having a grand old time, which is new for her in the stroller. I didn't want to pull the hood over her and make it so she couldn't see around her anymore and piss her off. As much as I read that I needed to invest in a one-hand operational stroller, it was just too far out of my price range. Carrying Evelynn and pushing the stroller is a feat best left to the gods. So we just enjoyed a little rain. She was giggling and holding out her hands and kept touching the top of her head to see why she was feeling wet on her head. We had our first walk in the rain. She felt the rain on her face for the first time. It was special.

So I'm going to go ahead and just come out and say it, because I've officially had it confirmed by three doctors and a nurse. Evelynn is advanced. I know that it may not last and she may even out eventually, but man, I don't know many six month olds with her fine motor skills, her ability to learn, and her determination to walk and stand up. If she could get the balance thing down, which she works on constantly by pulling herself up and hanging on with one hand, she would be on the move all the time. Its what she wants. She hates being left out. She hates having to look down to crawl so she has invented this sitting up one legged scoot thing. She opens drawers and is happier to be sitting on the counter in her bumbo than playing on the floor, but if the kittes are down with her or I am, she will hang out there a while.
I've been following all of the developmental games that Carol has taught me, I read to her constantly, yesterday when she wasn't feeling well from her shots we just laid in bed and read the original Winnie the Pooh stories. I recently got her some flash cards that are Dr. Seuess themed with colors and alphabet flash cards. I really like the Baby Einstein books. She loves to read those. I like them because it gives me a lot to read her. I kind of hate the normal baby books because there are like five words and they are usually boring. I need to start working on numbers with her. Right now we are teaching her mimic numbering, where we do a task like bang on the table three times and count aloud while we do it and then she mimics it back and we praise her. I can't wait for her to start talking, I just want to know what is going on in that little mind!

Alright well I'd better take my shower and go back to bed to snuggle. I just thought I'd say hello!

Love (marigolds and walks in the rain),
Carrie

Getting ready for the start of the NFL season

First we got dressed

Go Bengals! Mommy decided that was our team because she likes a lot of the players, like our good friend Dhani Jones, from "Dhani Tackles the Globe".
Then we learned a little about football from Daddy during the start of the college season on Saturday:

Go Huskers and Mavericks (Daddy played for the UNO Mavericks)

Now we are "helping" Mommy in the kitchen:

These are two of Mommy's favorite things in the kitchen, her kitchenaid mixer, and me
We are making Pioneer Woman Cooks! Brownie Bites - yum.



Happy start of the NFL season!!

Love (chocolate),
Evie

Shared photo book from Carrie

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If we were not all so interested in ourselves, life would be so uninteresting that none of us would be able to endure it.

The weather grows cooler and I feel the need to wax poetical about how much I love this time of year. I love the feeling that fall brings, sort of like a settling in. Its like, spring everyone wants to open up and get everything out and clean, start afresh. Summer everyone wants to be outside and enjoying the sun and doing productive activities outside and cultivating life outside. Fall feels like the outdoor adventurous part is over and now we are settling down for the winter, canning things, preparing things. In our house we have rearranged the closets. I finally conceded the master closet to Seth. He needs the space as his career and wardrobe grow more respectable. Plus I was tired of having to reiron shirts that had been smashed into his closet.
Also I'm not that person anymore who cares to have 65 pairs of dress slacks, shirts, and skirts. I've finally let go of my desire to hang onto my youth and "fashionable" identity I worked so hard to cultivate in my teens and early twenties. Now I wear t-shirts, and I save my nice clothes for when I leave my house. I find I'm a lot less angry or disappointed when my kid poops on a shirt I got for free from a chiropractor.
Today I accidentally answered the door with no pants on. I was wearing a long tshirt I got free when I bought the "Troy" directors cut DVD. I could have sworn I was wearing my gym shorts, in fact I was not. And the revelation of the fact that I was not wearing pants came to me in the middle of a kid's song and dance about me needing to buy wrapping paper so his school could buy gym equipment or something. I quickly told him no and backed away slowly into the house careful not to lift my arms any higher. Yeah its come to that people. Somewhere a kid was sitting around his dinner table or writing on his friends facebook about the crazy lady with a flirty baby who answered the door with no pants on. I am that woman. So I'm going to own the identity and stop pretending I still need my white pant suit, which I'm sure, people could see my underwear thru as well.

Here is a random Motherhood TMI for you all-
I remember reading in Cosmo that blue balls wasn't real. I also remember rolling my eyes and scoffing at boyfriends claiming I gave it to them and calling me a prude.
People, breastfeeding has given me a phenomenon which I can only attribute the pain of as to that of what I have heard blue balls described as. (Kind of like when men say having a kidney stone is like the pain of childbirth)
I get blue boobs. Evelynn has started this thing where if there is anything remotely more interesting in the room- one of the cats, Seth talking, the television, my cell phone, a flying piece of dust- while she is breastfeeding instantly she yanks off the boob and has to play, talk, or watch it. There is this part of breastfeeding where you are like AHHHHH and all the swelling and pain go down and you get this relief that sometimes gives you goosebumps. Also it causes a waterfall of milk. Doctors call it "let down" I call it "OH THANK GOD." It takes a couple minutes of good strong sucking to get to that point. Also a good latch. With Evelynn's newfound attention span of a gnat, sometimes she gets you right to the edge of that point and the screws off and it is the worst pain in the world and it is so hard not to be so mad at her.
So I get blue boobs. And I imagine I owe an apology to all my high school and some of my college boyfriends. But not really about that apology thing. You all can go suck it you pushers. So I thought I'd share that little friendly motherhood tmi for you, because I know that is what you really come to this blog for.

Alright friends, it's two in the morning, I just got Evelynn in a deep enough sleep that I can sneak off and take a nice long bath and enjoy my book. But I missed you all so I thought I would say hello

Love (snuggling on these fall nights with Seth and Evie),
Carrie

PS if you head over to our photographer's website (http://www.ajzphoto.com/) he has redone his site and we are featured on it in his banner! I feel kind of special and beautiful because I know that when I was picking him I did it based on his work from his site and to know that other people might be doing it and thinking about how lovely my family is, well it just makes me all proud as a peacock. Yay!