Issue A) Garage Sales
Our neighborhood had a community garage sale, so being the little thrift master I am, we scored on some loot. Here's what we netted for about $50 bucks...
Bouncy chair for Nana and Pop-pop's house. Currently being enjoyed by one black and white kitty cat. |
Why don't they make these for grown-ups? I'm not ashamed to say I'd be first in line for that piece of merch. |
Baby's First Bible. Because second hand religion is how we roll at the Smoz residence. |
The Koala Pillow Pet is Nicholas's. Just wanted to make that point clear. |
Which moves us right along to:
Issue B) The Cabin:
My mom, dad, Nick, me, and Sheeba went up to the Cabin today for a day-trip. The Cabin is up in Medicine Bow National Forest in Wyoming - about a two hour drive from our house. While my dad stayed to help his brother and family slave away clearing off some trees around the property, my mom, Nick, and I conveniently slipped away to partake in some hiking.
Sheeba despereately wanted to leave to go play. "NO SHEEBA, SIT! WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A FAMILY PICTURE, DAMMIT!" |
Pregnant woman on wet rocks standing next to a raging river? Why of course that's a great idea! I can hear my wonderful doula sighing and shaking her head at me now... |
My Ma and me (with the "me" part of things looking pretty large and in charge.) |
It was all fun and games till we remembered that Sheeba can't swim. |
Nick looking very pissed off at this point in the photo shoot. |
We figured out that the last time a pregnant woman was at the cabin was when my mom was up there pregnant with Dan. How crazy is that? |
Oh how cute - Sheeba found a stick she wanted to play with! |
Upon further investigation, this is starting to take on some very suspicious non-stick-like qualities. |
Um yeah. That's a deer leg. With half its fur still on it. |
Deer-leg depression in the car on the way back to the Cabin. She will never be the same. |
****Tomorrow is the big day for an Eggy privy parts reveal! Keep you fingers crossed that we have baby cooperation!!! ***
You know your doula well. So, why I ask myself, do you insist on doing these things! (Imagine the sound of rapping nails on the table.) I need another cookie for the stress! Every pound is on you baby boss! :)
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