Stella, Just Lounging

  • Posted on July 5, 2009 at 8:43 pm

I took this picture of Stella last weekend at my cousin’s bridal shower:

Stella smiling

Isn’t she growing up quickly?

A Corner of My Own

  • Posted on July 4, 2009 at 8:43 am

This is the start of a new chapter in my life:

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I have a new Mac and a new desk (from Walmart–I’m Klassy with a Kapital K). I don’t yet have a room of my own, but I’ve got my own corner.

I won’t say much right now, but I CAN say that it is very exciting. More details to come later.

Just a Regular Old Ride Home From Work

  • Posted on April 4, 2009 at 6:36 am

I was driving along the beltway, next to a truck strapped with GIANT MISSILES.

They could have at least put a tarp over the weapons or something! Sheesh! Only in D.C.

Best Kiss.

  • Posted on February 4, 2009 at 8:21 pm

Check out the Best Kisses website. This picture made it as one of this week’s best kisses!

aw, what a kiss

aw, what a kiss

First Haircut

  • Posted on February 2, 2009 at 9:43 pm

Lately, Stella has been sporting a very nice emo hairstyle. I decided it was time to get her a haircut and get her bangs out of her eyes. Plus, I am not a big fan of emo.

So on Saturday we went to Tyson’s Corner mall and found Cartoon Cuts, my
top choice for my child’s first overpriced haircut. I tried to explain to Laida, the stylist, that we just needed her bangs trimmed (the $5.99 option), but she gave her layers, which ended up costing $15.99. Because every nine-month old needs layers! It was only slightly traumatizing and she barely cried. Plus we got a nice souvenir–a plastic bag of hair–that I’ll save forever.

Before the haircut, looking a bit scared

Before the haircut, looking a bit scared

Snip snip snip

Snip snip snip

Ouch, the pain

Ouch, the pain

Getting $10 layers

Getting $10 layers

Grrr...I really dont like this

Grrr...I really don't like this

All done....5 minutes later

All done....5 minutes later

The important First Haircut Certificate. Yes, the stylist wrote 2001 instead of 2009.

The important First Haircut Certificate. Yes, the stylist wrote 2001 instead of 2009.

Quirky, Me?

  • Posted on January 31, 2009 at 1:19 pm

People are always telling me that I’m quirky. And by “people”, I specifically mean my father and my husband. My father is always saying “oh, you and your quirks.” And my husband told me recently I have too many hang-ups with food, and I am a picky eater–totally news to me. I thought I was an adventurous eater.

So this got me to thinking–am I really quirky? Really? Or am I just… normal? Doesn’t everyone have little things that bother them? Maybe mine are just weirder than most….

1. I hate pulp in orange juice.

2. I hate meatloaf. I have ever since I was a child and my mom tried to trick  me by  putting carrots in it.

3. I hate celery, carrots (see #2 above), bananas, turnips, parsnips, and beets.

Bananas Suck Go to hell, beets

4. I can’t stand socks. Especially dirty socks lying on the floor. I can’t touch them.

5. I hate ice–I will not drink anything with ice in it without a straw. Ice cannot touch my teeth. And I’ll shudder if ice touches my fingernails.

Ice: booooooo

6. I don’t  like stews, goulashes, beef burgundy, or anything that’s too “meaty”. I can trace this quirk back to my childhood as well, when I was eating beef stew at my aunt’s house, and the meat was so overdone that I kept chewing and chewing and chewing, unable to swallow the dry meat, but too embarrassed to spit it out in front of my family.

7. I hate loud chewing.

8. I hate the word “huh?”

9. I have an eye phobia–I can’t stand the thought of anything touching my eyes, including fingers, contacts, medical instruments, needles, etc. I can trace this phobia back to fifth grade, when I saw a movie in school about Ellis Island, and the immigrants had to flip their eyelids back for the immigration officials. I had never seen this done before and thought it was the grossest thing ever (I am throwing up a little bit in my mouth right now just thinking about it.) A boy in my fifth grade class named Tim Stapula thought it was awesome and he would flip his eyelids and chase me around the playground. Thank you, Tim, for scarring me for life.

eyeballs make me vomit

So what do you think: am I quirky? Normal? Just to the left of normal?

Dad, Larry: did I forget anything?

My Wittle Wabbit Hat

  • Posted on January 25, 2009 at 11:20 am

It took me over a month, and I had to start over four times, but I finally finished knitting Stella a pink bunny hat. The pattern is from Stitch n’ Bitch Nation.

I was able to get a few pictures of Stella modeling the hat, just before she pulled it off and stomped on it. Because by the way, she hates hats. I thought maybe, MAYBE, if it was a bunny hat, she would wear it, but she wasn’t so impressed. I even tried wearing it for a while to get her excited about it, but it was a little too small on me.

Heres a view of the bunny face.

Here's a view of the bunny face.

The reluctant model strikes a pose.

The reluctant model strikes a pose

     The upside-down view, otherwise known as the little bunny foo-foo wants to be picked up angle

The upside-down view, otherwise known as the "little bunny foo-foo wants to be picked up" angle

If you want a bunny hat, I’m taking orders. But for the amount of time it took me to make this, let me warn you–it’s not cheap!

Would You Like Fries With That?

  • Posted on January 6, 2009 at 10:20 pm

Stella took her first trip to Indiana over the holidays.  She loved Indiana, except for the part where she threw up five times. Luckily, I was there to catch her puke in my hands (oh my god what was I thinking why did I stick my hands out and why did I do it it MORE THAN ONCE. Because, like, god forbid we get a little throw-up on the changing pad. The machine washable changing pad.)

No one’s first trip to Indiana is complete without a trip to Steak N’ Shake. Behold, the family tradition:

Brandon, Eric and I after our first trip to Steak N' Shake, 1994

Brandon, Eric and I after our first trip to Steak N' Shake, 1994

This picture was taken when my family went to Indianapolis to buy a house in February of 1994. Steak N’ Shake was a novelty to us–hello, Steakburgers? Milkshakes? Skinny little french fries? We thought we were soooooo funny, wearing the hats and the bibs. The photographer (my mom) caught me mid-sentence, my mouth hanging open so that I look like a big grungy dummy. (It was 1994, almost 15 years ago. Kurt Cobain was still alive and flannel was, like, cool.)

And now, 15 years later:

Stella at Steak N Shake, 2008

Stella at Steak N' Shake, 2008

It looks like they’ve updated the hat slightly–notice the sleek new double line look. The bibs, however, are exactly the same.

(P.S. I’m playing around with the look of the blog–so please excuse the dust while we remodel.)

Gallery of Firsts, Part One

  • Posted on December 8, 2008 at 11:03 pm

Because I am too busy and too tired to write anything even remotely interesting, I present to you: a Gallery of Stella’s Firsts, Part One:

As you can see, Stella has been a busy little girl. Next on the agenda: growing teeth, saying mama, and high fives.

Quel Weekend

  • Posted on October 20, 2008 at 9:13 pm

We had a very busy weekend. I am too tired to write about it, so I’ll let the pictures tell the story.

On Friday, Stella had her six month check up, complete with shots. She screamed and then it was over.

On Friday, Stella had her six month check up, complete with shots. She screamed and then it was over.

On Saturday, we went to the zoo with Timmy, Chris and Maggie. Stella didnt really notice any animals.

On Saturday, we went to the zoo with Timmy, Chris and Maggie. Stella didn't really notice any animals.

On Sunday, we had friends over for playing. The adults ate chili and the kids learned about sharing.

On Sunday, we had friends over to play. The adults ate chili and the kids learned about sharing.

Stella is a big hit with the boys.

Stella is a big hit with the boys. nomnomnomnomnom!