I ALMOST DIED TODAY

I really did. I almost had a heart attack. And it wasn't even because Brooklyn did something crazy that scared me. It was a bug. But a BIG bug. Remember that post from when we moved in 3 weeks ago? The post with the picture of the un-identifiable bug? Well, today I met it's mom/dad/sibling-- I'm not sure which. I didn't stop to ask it before it tried to eat me.



It had been a quiet morning. A few birds were singing outside. The sun was shining. Brooklyn woke up at her normal time and we ate breakfast like normal. I did a load of laundry and was working on the dishes. I was putting away the clean dishes in the left side of the sink when it saw me and thought, "I want to eat her." As I lifted the clean frying pan (which I later realized was contaminated with bug-ness and therefore needed to be cleaned again), I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. Luckily, the tap was on, so I quickly moved it so the water was running on the moving thing. And I say "luckily," because I'm pretty sure the bug was about to run up the side of the sink and leap across the kitchen to my arm, where it would then begin eating me. The water slowed it down enough that I could see what it was that was moving in my sinkload of dishes that shouldn't be moving. It was a relative. A relative of the bug that had managed to climb on the ceiling above the shower. You know how I know it was a relative? Not only did they look very genetically similar, but they both placed themselves in strategic locations (above the person showering and underneath a sinkload of clean dishes) to attack. THIS one though, was 5x as big.

Though the water was running and slowing the bug down, he continued to try to climb out of the sink to get revenge. I made a quick grab for a spatula without taking my eyes of the little devil. The spatula is what saved me, I know it. I used my long-handled spatula to keep him in the sink where the water was weakening him. He got weaker and weaker until I felt safe enough leaving for 2 seconds so I could find a glass jar. I tried to get him to climb into the glass jar but he was so weak he couldn't do it. The spatula came in handy again and I used it to force him inside, afterwhich I covered the jar with a plate. Then the jar and the plate went outside to the deck where they will sit until Tim gets home tonight.

Animal cruelty? I don't think so. Sometimes you have to shoot the bear before it eats you. Or... put the bug in an airtight jar that will sit in the sun all day so it can bake. Yuck. Hey, what were my other options? It might have killed us!

I still don't know what it is... but maybe it's best that way.

Domesticity?

So now that Tim is working everyday... I'm getting bored. Brooklyn and I have a pretty good routine set, but I need some ideas for things for me to do-- preferably ones that don't require me spending any money. That's the catch, I know. For example, I could make baby blankets, but then I would have to buy fabric. I could make cookies and cakes and candy, but then I would have to eat them, and then I would have to pay for lots of liposuction. I could go shopping, but clearly, I would be spending money. I could ... well, you get the idea.

With that said, I need some ideas. I am totally open to becoming more domestic and house-wifey. So what should I do all day?

I am a nerd

I was re-reading some posts from before and realized I have lots of spelling/grammatical mistakes in a lot of them. (now if this doesn't make me sound like a dork, I don't what could). And it was driving me nuts. So I'm sorry. This is my apology to all of you nerds that read any of my posts and the mistakes drive you nuts too. I obviously don't care a whole lot or I would edit the posts instead of making a whole new post about it for you to read and waste your time with... but that's ok!
Here's my excuse. When I'm blogging I am typing as fast as I possibly can because I have limited "Brooklyn nap" time. And when she's not napping and I'm blogging-- well, it's a race to type and publish before she turns the computer off or tries to steal the keyboard/mouse for herself. hmm.. I think I had another excuse too, but since I can't think of it right now... maybe I'll post again later.

EEEEEEE... why do we do it?

I was playing with Brooklyn the other day and realized that everything she was pointing to for me to name, I put an "eeee" sound on the end. Dog is now doggie, horse is now horsey, pig is piggy, duck is ducky, blanket is blanky, cat is kitty... you get the idea. Why am I doing this?! Are kids attracted to this "eeeee" sound?

Arizona= Majorly Flawed

I'm sure every state has it's flaws... but my first, and the only one I have to complain about Arizona so far is that they don't do daylight savings. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal... but I didn't realize the sun would be up before 5 AM every morning. That's ridiculous! I know, it's shocking, and you may not believe it, but trust me-- it's up. It definitely doesn't help our sleeping during the early morning. Apparently it doesn't help Brooklyn's sleeping either-- she was up before 6 today. Yay...

Happy 4th!

We had a great day on the 4th exploring our new little town. We watched a parade for a few hours, got lots of candy, and saw John McCain. Then we wandered around and I won a dollar because I knew the preamble to the Constitution. Then that night we went to watch fireworks. All in all, a great day.

You know you're moved in when...

You have bowls and ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies! Yay!!!

Climbing on everything

Brooklyn has developed the skill of climbing.

No, I haven't found her on top of the refridgerator yet, but I wouldn't be too surprised if I found her there tomorrow. The past few days she has been exploring climbing onto the couch and into her stroller.

The first time she climbed into her stroller she went over the front wheel, OVER the handbar, and into her seat. The second time, when I actually had the camera handy, she went under the handbar. Both of which looked impossible to me.











...And I thought her walking everywhere was bad. Now what do I do?

Where Do Monsters Come From?

Ever wonder why little kids-- and I mean really little kids-- seem to be scared of the dark? For the most part, I don't think it's because we expose them to horribly scary movies, music, or ideas right? Is being scared of the dark a "learned" behavior? I've been thinking about this alot for the past few weeks. It's amazing to me that Brooklyn will wake up when it's dark and be shreaking like she's afraid.
I don't know... maybe it comes back to the fact that we are drawn to light.

Here's another idea.

You know how you sneak back into your kids rooms at night to check on them before you go to bed? You know how sometimes they stir, and even wake up while you clumsily stumble around in the dark? And you know how you dive out the door when you realize that they are awake/waking up and have seen you?

Yup, that's where the fear of monsters in the dark comes from! It's you-- the parent, the MONSTER.

New Apartment, New... Pets?

Saw this on the ceiling above the shower our first morning here. We weren't sure what to make of it. Gross huh... Got any guesses as to what it is?