Mixed bag, yo.

I sat Presley down in the black rocking chair in her room so I could keep one eyeball on her so I could blow dry my hair. But, when I actually did look at her from the bathroom, she looked so independent! I grabbed my camera to record the moment; I have totally mixed feelings about it. I used to hear moms cry about their kids growing up and I couldn't understand why that was upsetting. I mean, didn't they WANT to have less to do? What was the matter with them?

But now I have my little one, who used to need to be rocked to sleep and now prefers to be laid down when she's tired, who used to be perfectly content to lay on my lap and now prefers to sit up on her own, who used to need me for all things mealtime and now can hold her own bottle and sippy. And now I understand.

She didn't even look over when I took this picture. I love it and hate it at exactly the same time.

The problem with posting...

It's really bad now folks. I'm officially compulsive about checking my blog for comments when I put up a new post.
Is it a need for approval and attention, a categorical character flaw or just a harmless side effect to putting something up on the web that actually matters to me?
I'm very sorry to say that I'm leaning towards the former. Sometimes, it's nice not to know everything about oneself.

Aunt Fannie's Day

I tried to find a dang picture of ice cream and I googled it for an image and it came up with the weirdest images, so...sorry, no cute picture of an ice cream sundae.
Mom and Dad met 34 years ago today in an ice cream parlor and, in honor of that, we celebrate Aunt Fannies Day to remember the beauty of love, commitment and keeping it all together, in good times and bad.
Paul knows I love him, but I don't mind the rest of the blogging world knowing that I appreciate him more and more every day. I remember the day we met, and, though we probably won't have an "ASU Student Memorial Building Day," (just doesn't have the same ring to it!) I am grateful that he's been a part of my life for over 10 years. The last 2.3 have been the best of my life.To all versions of "Aunt Fannies Day!"

PS- Who else besides me is surprised I'm this rabid poster now?

No big deal

I don't know why this is underlined. Wah. Anyway, we've had an eventful past couple of months and I've been pathetic about blogging about it. Now that I've got friends and family that actually live further away than 3 or 4 miles, I'm going to try to be better. (I know, AJ, you've been living away much longer so I have no excuse!)

We are in the process of remodeling our new home and we're getting pretty excited. I never knew how luxurious a garbage disposal is; I'll never take such waste removal for granted again!

Pics are from Heber and Rocky Point, both excursions taken with the Petersen family. We've had such a great time with them lately.

Paul and I already miss Ryan and Nicole and family and I'm missing KT, who's intrepid enough to live in Seattle and live the city life that I not-so-secretly covet.

Here's to more regular updates!

I don't know, is it wrong to think I've got a really handsome husband and a beautiful little girl? I guess it's not too much of a stretch because Presley is a mini-me of Paul. Everyone says so, so it must be true. Hopefully she avoids the mustache part...

That's right. See the above comment for what you're thinking about this picture. "Wow, she doesn't really look much like her mom..." Maybe it's for the best...the Greek look isn't for everyone. (OKAY, OKAY, I'm going with "Greek" because I like the sound of it to describe my strong features. If anyone out there wants to be mean spirited and call my "look" something else, just don't do it to my face.) If Presley really does take after her father, she won't get, "Now what ethnicity are you?" from strangers.

Being a minority is tough; I'm discriminated against regularly.


These are her cousins on the Petersen side. From left, Presley, Ava and Kole. All within 2 weeks of each other.

So I wish this could be wittier and more satisfying for those of you who still bother to check to see if I've updated, but this is what you get.