Friday, May 20, 2011

Dancy dance

This is how we dance around our house. Norah is already better than me. But she does get to do it topless, which I think gives her an unfair advantage.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

About the stuff and the things

So...I haven't updated in a while. Not because there's been a lack of material; it's more of a lack of motivation. You see, season 4 of Mad Men is on DVD and I'm just so tired. It's way better to ogle the secretaries and wish I had access to their wardrobes instead of actually doing something after Norah goes to bed.

But. But! I have made actual meals at least four or five times in the last two weeks. I do believe that is more than I have cooked the entire year. No wonder I'm exhausted, right? We've also made our yard look respectable and Nic is nearly done tiling my bathroom. Oh, oh, I also starting going to yoga and spin again. And, and I've also stopped pushing the snooze button ten times meaning I don't regularly look like a hot mess at work. It's the little victories.

With the warmer weather Norah has embraced grass as an acceptable crawling surface. That means lots of plants, and dirt, and what is that? in her mouth at all times. It's good for her, right?

And can I tell you about her hair? She was born basically bald but with three long strands sticking out up top. Now that's multiplied to this:

Which reminds me of this:

I suppose I could try to tame her hairs, but, no, it's just not going to happen right now.

She's just so...awesome. Like, full of awe and also ahhhh. All of the sudden she's turning into a little person with opinions and likes and dislikes and how did this happen?

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


Our weekend "getaway" literally started with a tire flying off our trailer. It didn't just go flat; it removed itself completely from the structure it was supposed to be supporting. Like, we don't know when it came off or where it ended up. We did retrace our route, so we do know that at least it didn't cause an accident.

Norah was such a good sport. Just waiting patiently for Dad to figure out what the heck.

New tire and a few hours later, we did get to Moab. Then we drove out of the camp ground and immediately ran out of gas. Here's me trying to make the best of it.

But look! No big deal. We made it on a trail Friday evening, but it was freezing cold and Nic's brother didn't have a top on his Bronco--so this was short lived.

So, so beautiful.

There goes Nic and Norah. She was a champion Jeeping baby.
Even though the whole day was exhausting.
I know that my parents took Josh camping when he was just a few months old. So at 10 months, Norah is pretty grown up. But our version of camping involves a truck-bed camper with a heater, sink, microwave, and toilet. I have no idea how anyone camps with a baby in a tent.

On Saturday we decided to go on a trail called Moab Rim (i.e. trail on the side of a cliff). Totally amazing and gorgeous during the day. Not as incredible when it took us four hours to get down in the dark.

I told Nic that I lost track of everything that went wrong. The things I remember: running out of gas again, broken power steering, something that caused a tire to have to be switched out, hardwiring a fan so an engine wouldn't over heat, and on and on. There were three vehicles in our group, so these problems weren't exclusively ours, but added up to us getting back to camp at nearly 11 p.m.

But did I mention that Norah was a trooper? You guys, she was so good. She only got upset toward the end, and at that point I think all of us wanted to cry, so can you blame her?

Oh, earlier that morning Nic also rolled his friend's Jeep. In the parking lot of the Motel 6. Not on a steep hill or gnarly obstacle. Just on flat ground. Messing around and then bam! Jeep on its side. Nic may be a little upset at my mentioning this, but really? How does that happen?

Again, Norah was so nice to us--even when we put her in baby prison because of all the dirt.

We were planning on going out again on Sunday, but after Saturday night, everyone was over it. So we went to Hole in the Rock and toured its bizarreness.

As we were leaving our house Friday morning a pelican flew over us on Pioneer Crossing. "Look," I told Nic. "That means we're going to have the best trip ever!"

So moral of this story: Pelicans are a bad omen.