
Julia loves to birdwatch now.
Huh, spell check just corrected my spelling of “wedgie.” Who knew?
So I have been completely lackadaisical about blog posts, I know. The thing is that I really hate writing. I do. No matter how many people tell me that they enjoy reading what I write, I really won’t ever believe I’m good at it. Maybe because if I find that it’s true, people will want me to write more and I hate to write.
This month (or seven) has brought about a lot of changes (albeit mostly minor ones). First and foremost, since this is supposed to be about Julia, she’s almost potty trained. We only wear diapers for sleeping now and soon that will be a thing of the past because, “No, mama. I don’t WANT to wear a diaper. I want to wear UNDERWEAR.” I see rubber sheets in our future. Also, with the advent of underwear comes the inevitable wedgie. Julia likes to tell us.
She is definitely a bossy little girl just like her mom, but when she follows it up with, “Thanks mama, you’re the BEST,” how can I complain?
I’m repainting the basement and hanging a zip line and new curtains to match my pole that has recently been installed. I’ve advanced to the top level of pole dance class and have the many bruises to prove it. But you should see the awesome things I can do! I’ll show you when I can look graceful doing them. I’m sure that all of this home improvement will slowly trickle up through the whole house, but I have to force myself to think only of one room at a time.
Joe has a new job that he’ll be starting on June 7th at SAIC. And because he has to wear a TIE to this job, we’re going out this week to buy the man some clothes that fit. REALLY fit. He looked at me the other day, then down at his clothes and said, “Maybe I look fat because my clothes are twice the width that I really am.” … … … Yes, darling, I love you. I’ve been thinking almost the same thing for the last 8 years. (Read: yes, you’re clothes are way too big and no, you’re NOT fat.)
We have redone most of the backyard. By that, we actually put in a garden. And by “we” I mean “I.” Joe did help. A little.
We also put in a bird feeder and now one of Julia’s favorite things to do is watch the birds. She’s two and knows the difference between: morning doves, house finches, goldfinches, song sparrows, chickadees, cardinals (both boy and girl), blue jays, hummingbirds, and tufted tit mouses. Seriously??? Seriously.
Last weekend, we went strawberry picking and Grandpa Tom tagged along. Joe, Grandpa and myself did all of the picking. Julia just walked around picking and eating the strawberries. While at the pick-your-own farm, I also picked up some apple butter, pumpkin butter, and peach preserves. Here’s a tip: peach preserves and maple almond butter make a KILLER sandwich. Even if Julia takes one look at it and says, “That’s weird, I don’t want that.” What toddler doesn’t like PB&J??? Ours. She would rather have sushi.
For all of you who got anything food or kitchen related, Julia LOVES to cook food in her kitchen. Every now and then, she wants to be a chef and put on her chef’s hat and apron. There’s a video on YouTube now.
I know I’ve been lax in videos and pics, but as I type this, about 10 new videos are going up. They’ll probably still be uploading after you finish reading. Who knows? Now who is going to come over and help my pick the 16 leftover crabs from last night?
P.S. Joe got his first book published! Buy a paper copy and help support Joe’s ego our family.
http://rockablepress.com/books/give-a-rockstar-presentation/