Me = POS

Few things:

1. I'm going to change the name of this blog to "Yearly Elle" that way if I post things any more frequently than once a year I'll be doing pretty well.

2. I've literally been consumed with applying for/interviewing for/studying for a job as a high school guidance counselor at a high school in the area for the last 2 weeks (at least) and finally, after I thought they were going to ask for a drop of my blood, to name my next child after their superintendent, or perhaps, for me to submit to some sort of genetic screening they offered me the job. And I said no....

hahahahah just kidding, I said yes.

I'm pretty sure the only person they DIDN'T call to ask for a reference for me was the babysitter I had growing up. For real. They were calling people that I 1. did not tell them they could 2. did not give them the name of 3. did not give them the phone number of and 4. Ok, I don't have a four but holy FBI. All I have to say is good thing I have a squeaky clean background because I'm sure they know about that time my dad found a bottle of Bicardi Limon under the seat of my car but never told me about it. Hi Dad.

Elle was a little sick yesterday. On the way home from daycare I called her doctor to run through her symptoms, etc. They were supposed to call me back shortly, so I got home, was carrying her in when, what did she do but puked everywhere. E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E. Literally 30 seconds later the phone rings, and I'm thinking "oh good, the Doctor is calling" and, I answer. With a moaning/fussy covered in puke baby in my arms. and who do you think it is Mr. FBI (AKA The superintendent) offering me the position. Can you say poor timing. So I talk to him for a bit, explain that I am covered in puke, he offers to call back, and I say "there's no way this is going to be cleaned up in a reasonable amount of time, so we can just talk now" and that was it.

Afterwards, when running through the story with Bryan he says "I wouldn't have answered the phone, you could have called him back." Well isn't hindsight just 20/20 Mr. You Didn't Have Puke All Over and Thought It Was The Doctor Calling to Help But Instead the FBI Called to Offer Me A Job So Shut Your Face

Anywho, in the picture above Elle is wearing my necklace, probably some lip gloss, and bronzer. These are her new favorite toys; my makeup and my jewelry. To say that both Bryan and I are terrified of what's to come is an understatement. She knows how to put makeup on, she knows where earrings go, she knows how to put on these necklaces, and will stand in my closet moving her arms back and forth through the clothes like she's trying to decide what to wear.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I've created a monster.

Did you know she could spell?

I asked Haley to sit with Elle while she was in the tub for a second and look what I came back to!

What a smart cookie she is!

PS That's left over mac and cheese on her face from supper :-)

Kahn's a kNifty Knitter

Suprise suprise, FOX News is on the TV. This is our basement, otherwise known as Bryan's Cave. We don't spend much time down here, mostly because, the TV is too small (says Bryan). I said we shouldn't even have a TV down there, make it a space we go to have a fire, relax, read a book, etc.

That went over like a lead balloon.

Anywho, Con stitched all of our names into the stockings. How fancy, right?!? He's a very crafty and yet, very straight, man. Even though when I was in high school we started a rumor that he was boyfriends with my friends uncle - it was just a rumor. And, even though whenever he goes out to the bars he, without fail, gets a drink bought for him by a very friendly gentleman, he is still not gay. Nope, not gay. Just crafty. You can be both crafty and straight. It's a new generation.

Sick Babies are THE WORST

This is how Elle spent most of the day today. Either laying on Bryan's or my chest, sleeping or just kind of vegging out.

It's such a horrible thing to see Elle sick, mostly because we have no idea what's wrong, aside from a fever. She woke up around 1:30 this morning and her fever was 102.5 which was pretty scary. We gave her some Tylenol and then ended up giving her a cold(ish) bath to cool her down. We were back in bed around 2:30/3:00 am and up again at 6. She's been in her crib asleep for almost an hour now, so I'm running around like a crazy woman trying to load the dishwasher, do some laundry, put clothes away, etc because sick babies are like having newborns. You can't put them down, you just hold them and while I was used to living in an unorganized house when she was little it was driving me NUTS today.

So I stopped running around like crazy to post this - but I'm off to go finish running.

SNNNNOW!

This was last weekend, Saturday, Elle's first official snow fall. Even though she was born and lived through plenty of snows last year she was between 2 and 5 months old when there was snow on the ground, I doubt she remembers it. I mean, she's the smartest baby ever and all, but I'm fairly certain she does not remember. Anywho, she loved it.

PS No need to call children's services regarding the lack of appropriate hand coverings, she now has gloves.

Short story, Con, the mittens you bought to go with her hat last year, well, they don't have thumb holes! WTF? So, Toben's wearing them since he has no thumbs, or a brain, but mostly thumbs.

Elf Yourself

Check out our dancing!

This is how I know she is mine. Volume 1

Elleanor laughs when she farts.

Which reminds me, dad, do you remember when I had a note sent home in 3rd grade because Kelly and I couldn't stop laughing in class (due to some drilling in the hall that totally sounded like a fart, by the way.) And you said you couldn't sleep all weekend because you were worried that I was becoming a bad kid. I feel like you may have overreacted on that one, no?