Celebrating Ph.

Crusty face, darling girl. (I don't wipe faces very often. I think I should, maybe, so pictures like this could be framed and displayed.)

Cheers!

Our Phoebe Laura turned 2 in February. She's a delight to everyone! Her most common word (until chicken pox) is "YES!" Who ever heard of a 2-year old loving YES? Now, sadly, it's "ope" (nope). Hopefully she'll be a yes girl once she's rid of the nasty scabs. I think she will. In these pics, she's playing with some new fun birthday presents. She loves Polly Pockets and can literally play with them on her own for an hour. This is a whole new world for me, and I love it.

And by the way, a month or so ago, we were eating dinner at my parents' home with my grandparents. Out of the blue when there was a slight lull in the conversation, Phoebe lifted her sippy and said, "CHEERS!" We all started laughing and smiling. It was one of the cutest moments of my life. We had done cheers several weeks before for my grandpa's birthday, but hadn't done it since. I love to think of her brain pulling that one up and deciding it was a cheers-worthy moment.

New Home and the Chicken Pox

Like I've said before, housework is NOT my forte. These pictures do not show our house in the best light because I can't manage to get anything done. So why pretend that it looks awesome when it doesn't? We still have lots of work left to do (there are some pretty atrocious light fixtures), some more bathroom remodeling, pictures and art to hang . . . but it'll happen. One funny thing: People in our neighborhood keep asking us how we like the house. When we tell them we LOVE it, I've had responses such as, "really?" and "We wanted to buy it, but it needs SO MUCH work." Jon and I laugh. We've done a lot of little projects, but we're wondering what they're talking about for the most part. I guess some people might want to gut it and add a crazy colonial facade or something. As for me and my house, we love the clean lines, sleek exterior, and cozy feeling. It's definitely feeling like home.

This last couple weeks have been pretty fantastic. (Sarcasm noted.) Phoebe has the chicken pox. A bad case. A sad case. She's on the mend. And no, she didn't get vaccinated. Not because I'm against the vaccine, but because they were "all out" last time we went to the Dr. Argh. One cute thing, though: it's been rough, we were at the ER one night because she got a secondary infection in the diaper area and it looked like the flesh eating bacteria. The other morning Ph awoke next to me in bed. I asked her, "are you ok?" She looked at me with sleepy eyes and said one word: "HAPPY." Now that's a day maker!

New Digs---Just a Peak!

A little disjointed, a lot messy. But when is it ever going to be perfectly tidy? Never. Trust me.