Rude Rude Rude

It used to be that rude people made me want to cry.

Actually lets be honest, rude people make me want to cry. Sometimes in fact, I get watery eyes for real.

However, now that I'm not 7 (or 26) anymore, sometimes they tip me past the "I really feel like crying right now" stage and straight into "I am going to scratch your eyes and then kick you in the shins" stage. I just don't understand why people choose to be such horrible humans sometimes.

Let me quickly interject that I actually don't meet many rude people in my life. I'd say most people are very nice but the few that aren't really deserve a good eye scratching.

A particularly upsetting one to me is the rude driver. Occasionally a person gets stuck behind you who would rather be in front of you and their solution is to driverightontopofyouuntilitdrivesyoucrazy! Why? Why do people do this? It's DANGEROUS! I'll admit I'm a lead foot, I truly enjoy speeding (I could actually call it a simple pleasure in my life), but I don't try to run people off the road!

I recently had the pleasure of driving in front of Rammy Rob and didn't drive my car off the road fast enough for him so he shot past me in the right lane just as I was moving right to let him by! He could have KILLED us! Not only was I furious because of his rudeness but mother bear was ready to jump down his throat for endangering my baby! I might have actually prayed that God would get him stopped by a cop. Believe it or not, about 5 minutes later not one but TWO cops showed up but sadly, they were already busy with two other speeders. Probably Rammy's inlaws!

I also shook my fist and yelled but he (or she actually now that I think of it) had tinted windows so I have no idea if my vicious threatening had any impact or not. I like to think it made Rammy cry.

I can understand impatience, I am sometimes impatient too. But not on the road. Not where impatience can lead to death and mayhem.

On this cheery thought...I've run out of steam...

Pictures

A friend of ours who does fantastic photos had a quick photo shoot with Evanie a few weeks ago. You can sample some of them here.

Funny kid...

Untitled from Carolyn Wiebe on Vimeo.

Evie Update

I was talking to the mother of a cute 6 month old girl the other day and I thought, wow, her baby is so big. Then later I was holding Evanie and I realized that actually the two were pretty much exactly the same size. In my head she's still my tiny baby but in reality, she's my 14lb 11oz almost 7 month old little girl!

I really have enjoyed every moment, (except the sick moments when I can't help but worry a little) even most of the night-time moments, and have tried to soak up this time but it's still going by too quickly!

I'll be honest, I want another one. Who would like to be pregnant for me?

Some updates on the munchkin:

• She takes a bottle. I was shocked, SHOCKED, that she took it first try because she's always hated soothers. What a nice surprise! I bought this nifty little hand pump and suddenly, Justin and I can plan a date!! I'm actually very excited about it!
• We're having troubles with starting solids. The day she hit 6 months old she tripled her appetite so we've doubled her feedings and tried out solids. I've been grinding and pureeing like Martha Stewart! She loves them but her poor little baby system is struggling.
• She pees on the toilet! It's not foolproof but it is the cutest thing! And no I'm not potty training her, just getting an early start to hopefully keep it from being such an intimidating transition later on.
• She hasn't rolled once since she started sitting. Not once.
• Justin has been practicing "dada" with her for several days and now she says it constantly.
• She also fake coughs which I think is funny and adorable every single time and Justin says is "terrible, just TERRIBLE!"
• Thank goodness so far she doesn't seem to have inherited my distaste (some might call it fear) for water. She loves both showers and baths and doesn't mind getting it all over her face. I cringe just watching.

• For all the extra eating she's doing she's slowed her weight gain a little. I like to think it's all going to the brain.
• We've quickly realized that she's got the long torso, short leg syndrome. This was a joint effort by both her stubby legged parentals.
• She likes to cross those stubby legs at the ankles when she sits.
  
• She growls.
• She hisses.
• Every now and then she makes girlie sounds. But this is rare.
  
• She chews on EVERYTHING but her item of choice is strings. Strings on my hoodies, on her booties, on scarves...my shoe laces. If you notice I smell like saliva please tell me.
• No teeth yet. Just a big gummy smile. And occasionally a big gummy scream...as the following pictures illustrate.

DON'T take my picture, get me OUT of here!


Nobooooddddyyy looooooves me!

Even her grouchy faces make me want to kiss her!

Out With a...Fizzle...

What an anticlimactic way to end a blogging year....silence.

Don't worry, I have excuses. Like H1N1. It sucked. Evanie got an ear infection as a result and that was honestly probably the most horrible 24 hours I've ever spent. My poor poor screaming baby. At 1am on the second night of screaming I lost my wits entirely saying I was either going to take her in to the hospital for morphine or jump off the balcony with Evanie. Justin rescued both of us even though he had a soaring fever and rocked her until she finally fell asleep and then Praise God, when she woke up in the morning it was finally gone!

Also I've rediscovered a reading addiction. I actually counted it up the other day and I think I've read 28 books since Evanie's birth. Most of these books were aimed at 17 year old readers. I feel a little silly about this. And a little bit excited to start the next one. It's gotten to the point where I actually have to hide my books from Justin because I feel guilty. Especially when he comes home after work to no dinner and me in my pajamas, breakfast crumbs still scattered across the counter....

...that was an exaggeration.

Lets see, what else, oh yes, bronchiolitis. Evanie got it. And we were away for Christmas. And I've started babysitting a 2 1/2 yr old.

I think that's all of my excuses.

Not to worry, 2010 will, I'm sure, be filled with sporadic updates and stacks of pictures of the little munchkin. There are too many relatives who live far away....wait...make that ALL of our relatives live far enough away that there is currently no danger of me scrapping this blog altogether. The Grandmas and Nanas would rise in revolt and we wouldn't want that.

And on that note....

See how proud she is of her newest trick? She hit 5 months at Christmas and decided it was time to grow up so she started sitting.


And another one. I wonder if she'll always have a little crooked smile...

She also just started sucking her thumb and makes farting noises with her mouth. Not blowing raspberries, actual farting noises. Justin practiced with her and she mimicked him. I know, it's lovely.

Happy 2010!