Thursday, May 27, 2010

As Told In FB Status Updates

Perhaps I will finish her baby blanket before Avie goes to college. Assuming I ever get a working sewing machine.

Wore long pants on Memorial Day. In Utah. What the heck?!?

Whenever Betsy gets a time-out she now insists on "loves and kisses." I cannot fathom that someday when she's in trouble all she'll want is a quick retort.

Collard Greens: Nobody cooks 'em, 'cause nobody eats 'em.

Avie does NOT need any more blankets or silkies draped over her head. Thank you, Betsy.

Watching the video monitor while Betsy pretends to sleep. Why is she repeatedly telling herself she has a stomachache (a word I've never heard her use) and why is it being said so cheerfully?

Organized Betsy's dresser. Or one drawer thereof. Is that enough to call it a productive day?

Avie will take only one kind of pacifier: the kind we lost. Go us.

Are there any diet plans out there that mandate living off of Cheerios? I could do that.

Singing "The Memaws on the Bus" is getting a little old, yo.

Dinner, make thyself.

How long should baby acne stay around for? And how do I avoid ending this sentence with the word "for" without sounding uppity?

Betsy can now open the bathroom door. Goodbye, privacy.

I liked it better when Betsy's toys were her toys, instead of my cooking, cleaning, sewing, and organizing supplies being her toys.

I heart baby belches.

I think it has finally hit me that Scott has a real job. Too bad it's taken NEVER SEEING HIM to hit the point home.

Betsy just "taco"-ed her baby doll. Man, that was cute.

Betsy and I just watched our first movie together: the old R&H Cinderella with Lesley Ann Warren. She loved it. I loved that she loved it.

Definitively, there is nothing more delightful than the way baby feet stay scrunched in so close to the body.

It doesn't matter how delightful the day has been; bedtime seldom comes too soon.

Having two kids means a bit less time with your spouse than before. But the moments, now scarcer, are more treasured, more intimate, more sacred.

Hmmm. I think Avie is a pacifier baby. I've never had one of those before.

Drumroll please: Gospel Doctrine teachers... for the third time in our marriage.

Scott worked 70 hours this week. Hopefully someone will re-introduce us on his next day off. (Which, I think, is the Sunday after next.)

5 comments:

Kimmel Tippets said...

I love your creativity Mickelle! It's always fun to see how your children vary...like how Avie like spacifiers and Betsy didn't. So fun. And I totally LOVE what you had to say about bedtime seldom coming too soon no matter how delightful the day has been. I feel the same.

Rock and Jennifer Tolman said...

Mickelle! I loved reading through all of these.. FUN and I am so happy for you. Sounds like things are getting a little better but busier by the day! ..Let me be honest that I am SO BAD (if you haven't realized already) at calling people! I promise I will find the time once I send my Nephews, who have been around for a week, home.

Amanda said...

I have a few things for you:

First of all, if the acne hasn't cleared up yet, try Cetaphil cream. It has been the miracle fix for all 3 of my kids.

Second, you guys are such darn good gospel doctrine teachers. Seriously. I remember really enjoying your lessons--so keep it up!

Finally, yes, you are busier with 2 kids. But, once the baby is a bit older, things calm down again. It's nice because then the kids play with each other and you see your spouse more. Just make it through the now. :)

(Oh--and in response to your FB post--to Covington (Crestwood ward) nearly a month ago. The world is so small!)

Michele Sekaquaptewa said...

sounds like you have quite the adventurous household. :) Sorry Scotty is gone so much. Can't wait to see the girls again!

Grace said...

very creative Mickelle! FB does get crazy at times and often you can't see responses people leave or if you are like me at all...you forget you asked some questions :)
Your little Avie is adorable. How is Betsy adjusting to having a little sister? I bet she is so motherly