DO-mesticated

Curt and I are, what my brother Russell would sneer at, domesticated.

We are both dancing around.
With separate headphones and music.
Me cleaning, happily.
Curt slicing, dicing, frying, and boiling chicken.
(We are starting to follow Aunt Em's good example and only buying meat that "had a good life.")

Well, the only chicken I have so far found in Jefferson City that remotely meets this criteria is the organic free-range chicken at Walmart.
A WHOLE chicken.
Filled with stuff that fills chicken.
With smaller breasts (so very Un-Hollywood) that didn't grow so big the poor stupid thing couldn't walk and isn't laced with "rib meat" (whatever the heck THAT is).

Just looking at the mound of raw meat would've been enough to send me flying out to buy the first BAG of processed chicken I could find and who cares if the darn thing never saw daylight it's a giant bag for $6.99 and rib meat sounds healthy and my aren't these large breasts? (If I had a penny.... just kidding).

Enough about chicken.

The thing is, THIS is what makes/keeps us happy. Happily doing domesticated stuff. Stopping every once in a while for a quick kiss or story. Making our little house/world better. Anna is snoozing in her "tobbler bed". (Oops, just realized I didn't tell the story of that transition. Will do so soon.) We are blessed and happy with what we have despite the fact that our bank account is dangerously low. Again. A few days in to the pay period.

We are NOT going out to drink or dance like other 30ish people I have seen in the two (yes only two) times I've been in a bar in the past year. It was the SAME group of post-frat-party-lost my mojo in college-don't know how to get on with life gang. Both times. In the bar.
That is not a life.

I'll tell you what a life is.
A beautiful daughter safe, healthy and happy in bed.
The Beatles, Micheal Jackson, and music from Slumdog Millionaire on the SAME playlist.
Finishing My Sister's Keeper today for the second time.
Curt making mock moaning sounds when he eats the chicken liver he just fried and acting like I'm uncultured for not taking a bite.

Life.
Domesticated.

Mom car

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I've been saving money for a mom car and we don't have enough to buy one yet, but I'm dreaming of the day I roll around in a hot mom car! No more bumping Anna and I's head on the way in. Room for the stroller or groceries. Not being the "little man" on the road.

BUT

In reality, we really can't afford one yet. Plus, nearly ALL of the time, it's only me and Anna hot rodding it. Why do I need anything other than a car? There's no guarantee that we'll have another little kiddo any time soon. Plus, I hate, hate, hate the idea of going DOWN in gas mileage (and I was very unimpressed with the Ford Escape Hybrid I test drove.)

I'm torn.

Sigh.

Taking a cue from Auntie Em...

Figured I would take a few minutes to share a few things that Anna has been saying:

She likes to say, "Don't you dare" now. Can't imagine where she ever heard that (innocent look).
She says it all. the. time. now...
"Donchoo dawe take my gwapes!"
"Donchoo dawe jeweous (Julius the cat)"

Whenever Anna pretends to take her temperature, her temperature is always "19 pounds"!

Daddy asked Anna to draw a face yesterday. With absolutely no help, this is what she drew.

She is 2 years old!

Random pictures...

Here's my little one cooking up a storm: (Uncle Joshy would be proud!)






Here's what happens when a bucket of water and Anna mix:






Here's what happens when Anna and paint mix:


Here's Anna in her party hat (now with TWO candles!):


Here's what happens when daddy buys Anna clothes:

Conversations

I've taken to sitting in Anna's room for a few minutes ("Sit heaw free minettes, Sit heaw two minettes" - whatever I'm ordered to do that day) in preparation for changing Anna's bedtime routine to begin NOT including her "mommies mookies".

I was sitting there before nap yesterday and she was having a marvelous conversation with herself. She was laying down with her two pointer fingers pointing towards the ceiling. Here's how her conversation (with herself) went:

"Dis is Anna" (pointing one finger up)
"Dis is Mommy" (pointing the finger from her other hand)
"Dis is twiyangle" (making a star)
"Dis is shape"
"Dis is plane" (spreading fingers apart)
"Dis is birwdy, fwap, fwap, fwap" (flapping her hands)
"Dis is circkle"
"Dis is people" (then she began going into the hand motions from, "Here is the church, here is the steeple..."

And the conversation went on and on. I LOVE that I stay at home and get to catch these little things she does throughout the day! I have friends that have been able to go on vacation out of the country when their child was 4 months old. That's just not me, people.

I want to, have to, be there to catch this Anna magic. It only lasts so long. They are only little for so long. She's my bud.

Because you haven't heard from me in a while...

Here's some footage that just HAS to be seen: