Happy Halloween

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Anya helped us scoop the guts of the pumpkin, and then Andy carved it. Yeah, okay, so it’s the day after Halloween, but she doesn’t know! She wasn’t too interested in the carving and just wanted to gnaw on the eyeball cutout parts. Nom nom!

Last week, Anya had her 18 month checkup. She’s about 22.5 lbs and about 30.5 inches. She’s leettle. We’ve also decided to take her to a speech person because she doesn’t really talk yet. Well, she talks but not in English (or Spanish or French or….I suppose it could be Klingon).

In other news, two more ducks got eaten. Only two left. I’m gonna breed a new kind of duck. One that has teeth and claws. Bye bye foxes!


GA Trip Pictures

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Thanks, Mom, for telling the rest of the trip story in a comment on the previous post! Here are a few more pictures from the trip.

Here’s Anya chilling in her new chair from Grammy and Grampy:

Grampy rollers acorns:

Anya scrub-a-dub-dubbin':

Time to feed the puppy:


Visiting with Grammy and Grampy and Uncle Bubba

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Anya and I are visiting my family this week. Here’s a short log of the trip so far:

Day 1: Drive a little bit. Get stuck in the state’s largest annual garage sale / flea market. Drive a long way. Get lost in the middle of nowhere. Drive some more. Baby farts. Arrive. Baby proof house.

Day 2: Wake up at 5:30. Baby poops two times before anyone else wakes up. Cook breakfast. Baby poops. Go to lunch at Sonny’s. Go to commissary and buy diapers and oreos. Baby poops.

Day 3: Go to The Goodwill Emporiumiumiumium and buy lots of very cheap baby clothes. Baby poops. Go to lunch/dinner. Baby knocks sippy cup into bowl of salsa. Baby poops. Watch four hours of Project Runway.

Day 4: Sleep until 6:30. Dad makes breakfast of french toast. Learn how to roll up acorns with the acorn picker-upper. Realize forgot to apply anti-stink to armpits. Go into room to get anti-pit-stink. Baby wakes up from nap in cage. Snuggle baby to get her to sleep. Fall asleep. Get hair cut by a real hair cut person for the first time in three years. Eat wings. Baby poops.

To be continued…


Consider This

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Andy’s birthday is a week from today, and he needs new undie pants ’cause his parts keep falling out of the ones he currently owns, and yesterday he re-wore a pair because he didn’t do laundry, and maybe if he had more that wouldn’t happen. (You’d think that if he had to re-wear a pair, he’d at least choose a pair that didn’t have TWO holes in them. [And I don’t mean the holes that are supposed to be there.]) I think he wears large and prefers boxers. I am too tired to go shopping, so if anyone wants to send Andy a birthday present, consider undie pants.


Cabol’s Best Birthday

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It was my birthday last weekend, and it was the best birthday in a long time. Andy made me an awesome cake floating in a lake of chocolate:

And then he (mostly) finished our bathroom!!!!!!! The toilet got a clog in it before anyone could even use it, but we had a plunger so no worries.

Here’s what we did….errrrr…what Andy did.

Before:

During:

After:

We (and again, by “we” I mean “Andy”)

+ removed the old, nasty wallpaper (okay, I did a lot of that)
+ removed the little shelf that was over the sink and toilet and the trim on the opposite wall that topped off the wallpaper
+ removed the old, nasty medicine cabinet, sink, and vanity
+ removed a light switch that was in the middle of the wall for the medicine cabinet light and patched the hole
+ painted the upper parts of the walls and the ceiling blue, and painted the trim we weren’t messing with white
+ replaced the old, nasty shower curtain rod with a new, groovy one
+ replaced the old, nasty light in the ceiling with a light/fan combo (thanks, Pops, for climbing on the roof to help with that!)
+ added beadboard and trim to the lower part of the walls and painted white
+ removed the old, nasty stick on floor tiles and replaced the rotting plywood under the toilet
+ did something with the toilet plumbing to move the toilet hole out from the wall so the new toilet would fit
+ installed concrete backer board on the floor
+ installed awesome hex tiles
+ installed baseboard trim and quarter round and a threshold at the doorway and painted white
+ framed the old mirror and painted the trim white
+ installed new, super-low-flow toilet
+ installed new vanity, sink, faucet, and mirror we got at the Habitat store about two years ago (!)
+ replaced the door handle, the outlets and light switch and their covers, and the towel racks

There are just a wee few things left to do:

+ install the tp holder
+ hook up the plumping for the sink
+ buy and install cabinet over the toilet

Andy is a rockin’ renovator!


Revenge of the Gnats

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I’ve spent the last week smooshing, swatting, squishing, flattening, crushing, and obliterating every gnat I could find in my office. I took the two worst offending plants home, cooked one of the pots of dirt in my car for a few days, dumped most of the soil out, rinsed off the plants themselves, and brought everything back to work. Yes, there were still a few gnats about, but as I got things together and put down a layer of sand on the most tempting pots, I felt pretty confident about my successful annihilation.

Then I made that fateful mistake. I opened Pandora’s box (or in this case the bag of violet potting soil).

As I unzipped the ziplock-type closure on the bag of potting soil, a cloud of gnats shot up into my face and scattered to the four corners of the office. I shrieked! “CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!” And I frantically tried to rezip the bag. A friend who was in the office practically jumped out of her chair, “What? What? You want me to close the door??”

“Noooooooo! Don’t trap us in here with them!!”

In the time it took me to reseal the bag and my friend to run out the door, all billionityeleven of the freed gnats were gone. Where are they? I’m a little frightened.

Also, I saw an albino fungus gnat. I called my friend over to see it. She’s all, “That is NOT an albino gnat. That is a piece of lint.” I think she’s just trying to reassure me that the gnats have not begun to mutate. This is a research facility after all. Who knows what sorts of wild gnats could have escaped from a lab to mate with my fungus gnats.


Darn Gnats!

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My office is infested with fungus gnats. A coworker just inhaled one up her nose. My desk is littered with their teeny corpses. At least they are slow and fairly easy to kill. They also have no shame or decency and are having sex on my plant right before my very eyes. I already quarantined one plant, but they just moved to another one. DARN THEM. What are they doing?!? My plants aren’t fungusy!

(As a MG intern, I should know all about this and how to stop it, shouldn’t I? No, no. I’m learning that being a MG (intern or full) doesn’t really necessarily mean you know anything about plants and gardening, but everyone expects you to. I want to tell them, “Dude! I listened to people talk about trees and looked at pictures of pretty flowers for a bunch of hours! Yes, I can tell you the parts of a plant, but I do not know what that strange thing growing in your backyard is!” Someday I’ll talk about MG and what it is and stuff, but not now. Now I will go back to the gnat massacre.)


Sweet and Innocent

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Anya is sleeping in her brand new Little Anya bed this very moment. (At least I hope she is. I suppose she could be out partying with the sheep or on her way to town for a beer.) Up until now she’s crashed with us, but ever since she learned how to sit up on her own and also at the same time decided not to cry the instant she woke up we haven’t been able to leave her in the bed alone for fear of Baby Go Thud. This basically means I have to go to bed when she does, and while I really do like to sleep, I don’t always want to sleep quite as much as she does. So, this weekend I bought a little teeny Anya mattress and put it on the floor at the foot of our bed. Eventually we’ll get her bedroom cleared out, but eventually is probably a long ways away.

In other news, there was first a raccoon and then a possum on our porch the other night. They were digging through the “compost trash can” looking for goodies. Too bad for them all they found was carpet lint and cat hair from the vacuum (okay, and probably a few orphaned cheerios).


How we spent our 4th of July weekend

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Friday morning bright and early, I headed out to a blueberry farm owned by a guy who works in my department and his honey, who taught one of the classes for my Master Gardener training. I went with my friend and her son and my boss and her family. (Did you know fresh blueberries are sort of green on the inside…kinda like grapes?) After about five minutes, boss’s kid was ready to go. After about half an hour, friend’s kid was ready to go. Too bad, so sad! I ended up with about three pounds of berries. Made some blueberry pancakes yesterday. Yrm. Anya liked them, too.

While I was out frolicking through the berry field, Andy was at home hard at work…sleeping. He did wake up eventually, though, and chiseled the yicky, sticky vinyl floor tiles out of the bathroom. (Notice the rotten wood to the left and the nice pretty wall to the right.)

He started complaining about his legs hurting, but he figured it was from sitting on the floor for so long. He finished cleaning up the floor, went to Lowes for plywood to repair the floor, and returned home and proceeded to work on a nice little fever complete with body aches and a desire to barf. He’s been sick ever since.

Someone please tell me why he couldn’t have gotten sick BEFORE he took the toilet and sink out of the nice bathroom?

This morning while I was out feeding animals, I spied some nice, ripe black raspberries. I picked some but was kept from many by the poison ivy. Maybe this evening I’ll suit up and steer the lawn mower into that living barrier. Or, maybe I’ll get a sledge hammer and smash up a wall in the bathroom. Or maybe I’ll just take a nap.


Teenager: Thirteen and Fourteen Months

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I know I said I wasn’t going to use months for Anya’s age after she hit 1, but that doesn’t encourage me to make little monthly posts. I suppose I could say she is 1.2, but then I would have to do complex fractiony-algebra-type stuff, and I do enough of that at work.

Anya’s first birthday was pretty low key and a few weeks after the fact. My parents were going to come up for Anya’s real birthday, but my Mom got sick so we waited a bit. When my folks made it up, we baked some pink cupcakes topped with pink frosting, cheerios, and a candle (or something that looked like a candle). I was going to make her a giant cheerio cake, but someone informed me that wouldn’t that just be a bundt cake or a donut? and it didn’t seem so cool. Plus I am lazy.

It took a little coaxing to get the birthday girl started on her cake, but once she discovered the pink goodness, Anya could not be stopped.

Here are some things Anya has been up to the last two months. She:

+ Finally sits up on her own. Before that she would just flop around on the floor like a fish on the bottom of a boat until we’d give her a finger to pull on to sit up.

+ Mastered the scoot. Some babies wear out the knees in their pants; she’s gonna wear out the butts.

+ Correctly placed the cow puzzle piece into the cow puzzle spot.

+ Threw a temper tantrum in the grocery store. Mean Mama for taking away the bag of frozen lima beans so we could check out!

+ Started drinking cow’s milk.

+ Started drinking out of a sippy straw cup. When she’s not banging it on the floor. Or waving it around. Or tossing it over her shoulder.

+ Somersaulted. A gymnastic feat or what happens when a baby tries to scoot down a hill quickly?

+ Began wearing clothes without snaps in the crotch. She does still have snappy clothes, but she has “regular people clothes” now, too.

+ Swung.