At loon Lake.

Emily’s ocean wonders crib hangey thing is dying. She reaches up to adjust it, but the song it’s singing is going out of tune. Reminds me of a certain Walkman incident in a canoe not to many moons ago. That’s right I said it. Walkman! It’s hard to even describe the sound of batteries dying and a barenaked ladies song playing slower and slower until it finally stops. If you never had a Walkman you missed out on a good many humorous events. I’m going to have to remember to get batteries for the tiny ocean for Em.

I decorated for Christmas!!! I couldn’t handle it anymore. between our Christmas movie fest and the Christmas music I needed to decorate pronto! It was weird to decorate this year with the notion that Emily could reach pretty much anything under 4 feet. I ended up decorating my bathroom and my kitchen more instead. I hung stuff up in the living room though. I did most of it while Emily was having a nap. The fist thing she said when she got up was “OOO Pretty…mine…I hold it….have it…pretty…..mine have it” It was really cute. I have a couple of Christmas bears that I put at her level and a nativity puzzle my Gramma sent that she loves.

Ive been working on a collection of Christmas ornaments that I call my bathroom band. I’m up to six of them already. Every year I look for different ornaments that have instruments with them. It’s cute. They ended up the bathroom band because I ran out of counter space to put them so now they are happy while I brush my teeth. It’s surprisingly hard to find little animals or people that are all Christmas-ey with instruments. My favorite is a moose with a drum and you can put a candle in the drum. Kinda nerdy, but I love Christmas I cant help it. I’m sad that people cant say Merry Christmas anymore. Im going to keep saying it even if nobody else does. Seasons greetings sounds silly. And Happy holidays is supposed to go with Merry Christmas. If you don’t celebrate it then don’t celebrate it. I just don’t think I should have to change my holiday because someone else doesn’t like it. If you celebrate “Happy Hokey Pokey day” then celebrate that, but leave Christmas alone. oops I ranted…Merry Christmas! Happy Hokey Pokey Day!

I want to play my guitar and paint and take pictures and play with Emily and finish reading my book, and finish writing my book, and design something, and practice my German. And cook, and highlight stuff(geek I know), and draw, and write songs, and memorize scripture, and write a children’s book, and exercise consistently, and have time to plan youth thing. I just needed to remind myself that I want to do those things.

Sometimes I get carried away and don’t do any of those things. I forget I even like to. I’m back to being the all all or nothing girl again. If I cant paint a Rembrandt I think I’ll paint nothing. If I cant write a song in 10 minutes I think Ill just skip it all together. I get my point. haha. I just needed to write this down.

Don’t worry I’ll tell Emily’s poop story tomorrow. It’s a gooder. Heres another Fifth Element Tidbit. If you dont get it go watch it.

Leeloo: Leeloo Dallas mul-ti-pass.
Korben Dallas: Yeah.
Leeloo: Mul-ti-pass.
Korben Dallas: Yeah, multipass, she knows it’s a multipass. Leeloo Dallas. This is my wife.
Leeloo: Mul-ti-pass.
Korben Dallas: We’re newlyweds. Just met. You know how it is. We bumped into each other, sparks happen…
Leeloo: Mul-ti-pass.
Korben Dallas: Yes, she knows it’s a multipass. Anyway, we’re in love.

The Mondoshawan.

So I go in to wake Emily up this morning because she is going to go with me to staff meeting. Bye the time I got there she was already awake. Standing there in her crib with NO clothes on. Diaper gonzo! not good not good! panic! This is gonna be gross. I guess this was just a warning for next time. No messes to clean up. YAY! She must have only taken the diapey off in the few minutes before I got her or we would have had issues. I thought she had managed to get all her clothes off, but I guess the sitter put her down in just a diaper cause there wasn’t a sleeper to be found. Whew. Takes me back. Apparently my parents called me Houdini baby and had to pin my sleepers on backwards to keep me in them. Please no baby finger painting! NOOOO!

We went to the garlic festival on the weekend. It was pretty fun. Morgan cached in one of his triple dog dares to get me to eat a spicy clove of garlic. It was ok at first cause I like garlic, but after a sec my mouth was on fire!!!! Then I didn’t feel so good. My stomach was like “You jerk!”. so We went to another concession and got some delicious ribbettes and a big bottle of water for me to down. I think I probably still smell like garlic 2 days later. healthy though. I tried a garlic Jelly Bean. It was good. Maybe not my snack of choice, but good none the less.

We took Emily to see the Llamas. LLAMA FACE!!(sorry couldn’t help myself – Emperors new groove – See it!) She loves them. There was this “winner” standing out side the petting cage smoking with serious 80′s Ray bans. I was talking to the petting zoo guy about the pictures they offer. I said “could she get her picture taken with a sheep or something”. About then the “winner” pipes up.”Thats a llama!”. I was like “um duh. I meant the sheep over there. The one that looks like a sheep”. Ok I didn’t say that, but I wanted too. I wanted to be like”Actually it’s an alpaca, Mr. Winner”.

He then gets his little girl who is about 4 or 5 to come out and they walk away with him blowing smoke all around her. I cant really handle that. They know stuff now that they didn’t years ago. Nobody thought second hand smoke was bad before, but it IS! I so wanted to be like “Um Mr. Winner. Your damaging your daughters lungs and I hope she sues you when she gets older!”. Sorry. I just get frustrated by people whose habits effect kids. Its dumb. It should be considered child abuse to smoke in your car with the windows up and kids or babies in the car. It would be if you put any other kind of smoke or gas in there for them to breathe. Done ranting. Sorry

Heres a couple of pictures of Em and the Alpaca/sheep/llama/elephant.

Melissa and Holly with Me and Emmy.

Emily and Holly.