Funny dialogue

We have a neverending struggle, my hubbie and I. When we make the bed (if we get to it, mind you), he doesn't like to put the decorative pillows "pretty". It frustrates him to have it looking "perfect".
This morning:
Me: Grab those pillows to put up here.
--DH sighs and frowns--
Me: Jacob, please just grab them and let's make the bed.
DH: I don't like them perfect
Me: Jacob, please just put them on there. We're running late.
DH: I don't like them like that.
Me: Jacob, just give me the pillows.

-- DH places pillows on his side up the bed, standing on end, W-R-O-N-G--

DH: I'm expressing my inner artist.

Now, if you know my dear hubbie, you know that he is not the "artist". He just loves to put them how I DON'T want them. A laugh for my Tuesday AM, anyway. Cheers!

She did great!

Little miss is such a little trooper. We had to wake her up at 510 or so and got her to Presbyterian at 5:30. She did great but came out of the surgery like a true fighter - kicking and SCREAMING. She was ticked off b/c she was groggy from the anesthesia and didn't know why. She was screaming, "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU PEOPLE THINKING? MY APPENDAGES ARE NOT WORKING UP TO PAR AND I AM STARVING!" She was so freaking adorable. After she screamed at everyone for a good half hour, she pooped out and slept in her crib for like 2 hours, and woke up like a precious angel, all cooing and talking.
It was definitely one of the scariest things I've done, passing my 9-month-old to an anesthesiologist. I wish I could figure out how to transfer my cameraphone pix to this page b/c she wore a mini hospital gown, tied in the back with tiny diaper hanging out.
I'm thankful that the weekend is here soon so we can just hang out together. She is already much better, hearing sounds differently and even talking more.

Did I mention I'll be glad when she gets tubes?

Well, I think the SECOND we pulled out of the driveway for vacation this weekend to Winterplace, WV, with my brother and sister-in-law, Issa got an ear infection. After a weekend of battling a fever of 103 and my sweet Mom taking care of her, we came home early. Last night we were up all night. I took her to doc this AM and the antibiotics aren't TOUCHING her infection. She got a shot (poor thing) and we're holding tight until Wednesday. The vacation was fun while it lasted. We got LOTS of snow while skiing on Saturday, and it was so beautiful. It was also so nice to just get away with Brent and Rachel.
My brother installed a cool house alarm today - thanks bro! It's so neat. We haven't hooked up service yet but it has a nasty sounding alarm sound - so beware burglers!
So I've missed yet another day of work and I'll miss on Wednesday for surgery too. I need to take out stock in Eastover Pediatrics - we are there at least weekly!!!

It's tube time

Well, little Miss is going to get tubes. The surgery will be on 2/22 at Presbyterian Hospital, where I had Issa! We have to be there at 5:30 AM and she has to fast after midnight. I imagine that from the time she wakes up until the time that she has the surgery, she'll be SCREAMING: "what the heck? Where is my morning bottle???"
She is too funny. We kept her up for a while tonight, just playing and cuddling. Is there anything in the world more amazing that when she reaches and cuddles?

I slammed my left hand index fingernail in my door today - the speech door at Amay James. It is now a pretty shade of greyish purple, expected to fall off in the future.
Here's a few new pictures for your viewing pleasure!
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