Friday, September 28, 2007

This is cool.

So glad the announcement is up because it's been killing me to keep it a secret!

Meet the 2008 Simple Gals!


Thursday, September 27, 2007

In less than 2 hours..

I'll be picking up Renee at the airport! I'm happy because I've so been looking forward to our weekend. And Michael's happy because her visit means the house is really clean right now. :)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

A nice surprise

So, this is pretty cool. Saw it when I read Simple Scrapbook's blog tonight.

Simple's blog entry - Fiskars TV

When you click on the Fiskar's link, it's the 9/17 episode. So fun!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

This is why Emma doesn't eat ravioli more often

Because it's a giant mess! After lunch, she had to have a bath to get all of the sauce off her. But, at least she enjoyed it. :)

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Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Stupid RLS

So, one of the not-so-fun pregnancy pains for me has been Restless Leg Syndrome. Or, as Michael calls it, Dead Leg. In my case, even more so Dead Foot and Ankle. I had RLS with Emma but it's been much worse this time. (Gee, seems like I've been saying that about everything this time!) Friday night I was up until 3 because of it. It's now 2:10 AM and here I am blogging. If you've never experienced RLS, it's the most annoying and awful sensation. I just lay in bed constantly moving my legs and feet, trying to make the sensation stop. Finally, I have no choice but to get up and walk around because it alleviates the discomfort. I decided to read some more about RLS when I got online just now. Something I've done before but I thought I'd refresh my memory. And I'm glad I did. Turns out an iron deficiency can worsen your RLS symptoms. Hmm...I'm anemic this pregnancy, and I haven't been taking my iron supplement because it makes me sick. Maybe that's why it's been so bad lately! Guess I really do have no choice but to start back on the iron tomorrow.

Enough of my complaining...

Here are some pictures of Emma making a mess in the house. As you can see in the first picture, she obviously got into a box of tissues when I wasn't looking! For the record, to reach this box of tissues she had to climb up on the couch and get them off the ledge. And all those toys? Yeah...that's what my family room looks like on a daily basis. :)


In 9 short days Renee will be here! So excited to see her. I'm really looking forward to a fun weekend of talking, scrapbooking, relaxing and picture taking.

Wednesday, I'll be 33 weeks. We've started getting ready for the baby. The first step obviously was getting Emma in her new room, which went off without a hitch. See this page The nursery has been cleaned and purged of Emma's items. Baby clothes have been washed and put away. This week I'll be getting the bouncy seat, etc all out and ready to go.

Nesting has completely set in. I'm actually starting to panic. I've had all these things I've wanted to do and kept putting off. Now I know I really need to get them done because once the baby is here there isn't going to be a lot of spare time. So I've made my list and am slowly checking items off. Am I going to get them all done? Probably not. But I'll make a good effort!

Time to go do some laundry and maybe by then, sleep will come!
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Friday, September 14, 2007


She's a little big for the swing, don't ya think?


We got the baby swing out for some friends to use when they were over a couple weeks ago. We left it out because Emma was playing with it, putting her baby doll in it, pushing it, etc. Then two days ago Emma climbs up in it, no problem, like she'd done it a million times before. And there she'll sit. She opens and closes the tray, says "Wheee" and just hangs out. Crazy girl.
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007


You should read this:

102 Minutes
From the Publisher
The dramatic and moving account of the struggle for life inside the World Trade Center on the morning of September 11, when every minute counted.

At 8:46 am on September 11, 2001, 14,000 people were inside the twin towers-reading e-mails, making trades, eating croissants at Windows on the World. Over the next 102 minutes, each would become part of a drama for the ages, one witnessed only by the people who lived it-until now.

Of the millions of words written about this wrenching day, most were told from the outside looking in. New York Times reporters Jim Dwyer and Kevin Flynn have taken the opposite-and far more revealing-approach. Reported from the perspectives of those inside the towers, 102 Minutes captures the little-known stories of ordinary people who took extraordinary steps to save themselves and others. Beyond this stirring panorama stands investigative reporting of the first rank. An astounding number of people actually survived the plane impacts but were unable to escape, and the authors raise hard questions about building safety and tragic flaws in New York's emergency preparedness.

Dwyer and Flynn rely on hundreds of interviews with rescuers, thousands of pages of oral histories, and countless phone, e-mail, and emergency radio transcripts. They cross a bridge of voices to go inside the infernos, seeing cataclysm and heroism, one person at a time, to tell the affecting, authoritative saga of the men and women-the nearly 12,000 who escaped and the 2,749 who perished-as they made 102 minutes count as never before.

I read it a couple years ago and it was phenomenal. Made me cry. Amazed me with the stories of heroism, how selfless so many were that day. Read it

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

That Peyton Manning is a hoot!

Yes, I really said that. After watching this commercial. Have you seen it? It's hysterical. Okay, maybe it's not that funny. But when I saw it last night and I laughed and laughed. Then I tried telling Michael about it. And for some reason, while explaining it, I found it even funnier. I was laughing so hard I couldn't talk and I was crying. Michael just said "What is wrong with you????" Then, after I could breathe and talk again, I said "Boy, that Peyton Manning is a hoot!" Which caused my husband to look at me very strangely. Yes, I said Hoot.