The Big Party

So we survived the big party for my parents. The combined joint birthday party for Dad's 50th last month and Mom's 49th on Monday. We were a little worried about attendence as the day began; and how to grill our pork without ruining it. But everything turned out okay when the food turned out great and we had quite a few people show up. Thanks to everyone who came--Mom and Dad both said the next day what a good time it was. They also compared it to their last raving party (about 30 years ago) and since there were no holes burnt in carpets or masses of beer cans on the lawn; this was much better. I also pointed out that their friends have matured a little bit since we were done partying by 10pm this year.

A few of my favorite things I heard:

Mom: "How's the drink Cowboy?"
Cowboy: "Strong."
Mom: "Good--that's how we like them" and she grinned. (Note: Mom is a 2 beer drunk)

Rayven after she'd been squeezed by Kira: "Stop it, you'll squeeze all of the juices out of me!"

I didn't hear the whole story; but apparently Dr H won for best story of the evening. Raccoons and culvers+guns equal entertainment.

Thanks everyone for coming!

Eyebrows

Sunday morning I was in the bathroom plucking my eyebrows, washing my face, etc. The standard ritual before I shower. Paige and her Dad appear in the doorway and stood there watching me. Cowboy asked Paige what I was doing. She turns and looks at him and says, "Mommy's picking her. . ." (I start to smile because I think, "Wow, she's going to get this right.") She pauses and finishes the statement with ". . nose!" She things Mommy's picking her nose with the large magnifying mirror. Nice.

Boots

So Cowboy's new boots finally arrived the other day. I was walking past the rug where our shoes are and I saw this.

He says I have a lot of shoes; at least I don't have 3 pairs of the exact same shoe! He does; plus his aren't the $20 sale rack specials. I just had to laugh; it looks like a bunch of cowboys live here!

Paige & Mac

Mac is the dog that lives on our place--not our dog but our 'neighbors' dog. He is pretty old--which means he is perfect for Paige. He's not a hyper puppy who jumps; and he's old and doesn't care about much so he doesn't bark. He is kind of big and that intimidates her sometimes. But, she thinks he is just the greatest thing. I realized I didn't have a picture of the two of them together; so I made them pose the other day. He was too busy eating a dead bird (we don't pet him much because he eats dead things. . .ick) but Paige plopped down beside him when he was done. I told her to look at me and say cheese; so she did. Mac didn't look, so she tells him, "Mac--say cheese!" It didn't work too well but we tried.

Footy Pj's

So a few weeks ago it decided to get cold here--like cold enough we realized that Paige had no warm pjs that fit. Plus, our furnace didn't work so it was a little chilly at night in the house--a frigid 62 degrees! Anyway, our friend Sarah was kind enough to get us some when she was shopping and drop them off that day. Paige tore them out of the package and had to put them on right away. She pranced around all night in her new 'jammies' as she calls them. I love that she is still little enought to wear them.

College

Peanut went to Gramma and Grampa's house about 6 pm last night to spend the night. I vegged out and did nothing--read, watched TV, etc. Its odd to watch TV without a little person climbing all over you. I don't know what to do when she's not home; especially at night. I looked in her room about 4 times out of habit. The silence was almost scary--but it makes me think that she can never go to college!

Wi-FI

I love technology-the little bit I know about it! My Mom got me a Palm for my birthday (thanks Mom). I discovered it can access the internet; and I can do it for free with a certain kind of wi-fi card. Well $55 later and three days of staring at the help page; I accessed the internet on my Palm. I don't know how often I will even do this; but the concept is I can. As long as there is a free wireless spot to mooch a connection from :)

Bears

So some little curly haired girl didn't cooperate and take a nap on Sunday afternoon--not entirely her fault since we weren't home and were outside. But we get home and she was almost sleeping--then boom, awake. So we watched Nemo and I fell asleep instead. She got a little crabby as the evening progressed. Cowboy and I were combing her hair after her bath and she was standing on the counter. I told him she was going to be a bear tomorrow unless we got her to bed early. She scowled at both of us "I no bear!" and if she could have; she would have stormed away. And for the record; she wasn't even a bear today. Guess she told us.

Kisses

So Paige is normally pretty mushy, doling out kisses to anyone who asks. Earlier on this week her Dad tried to give her one and she cried out "No". He then tried again and she just smiled and held her hand over her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to grin when she realized it stopped him from kissing her. I tried to kiss her later and she stopped me with "Kisses get me wet." Apparently she's sick of being slobbered on by her parents!

Happy Labor Day

Its been a busy week for us catching up on some things and enjoying the long weekend. As it concludes I thought I had better jot down a few things I have learned this week.

1. There are imaginary horses taking over my house. I was in a different room from Paige the other day and I heard her talking to something. She was saying "Come here, come here" over and over. I closed my eyes and thought, please don't be a mouse. I saw here bending over talking clearly to something only she could see. I watched for a few minutes and then asked her what she was talking to. "Horses." I asked her how many. "Two." They are brown if you want to know that too. They also eat a lot and don't move where they are supposed to.

2. There might be a monkey in the herd. She was upset with something and I heard the phrase "No! The monkey will eat it." I just walked away and am hoping this is all just a very creative two year old.

3. Two year olds will clap when people are done singing. . .at funerals. Cowboy's uncle passed away and we were at the service. Paige was behaving very well and then the hymn was over and she started to clap--thank goodness it wasn't loud and I caught her hands on the first clap. She did it later as well.

4. She knows her name very well. We were all eating supper and I said, "I'm starving." She announces right back, "I Paige."