Sunny 9 for 2005 August 3

Permalink [No comments] Uh-huh, Conan:

Can I just say that the sweetest most heart warming thing in the world is now Lily can give hugs and kisses when I ask her too. And even better is when she crawls up to me offering them without even me asking her too. Her kisses are pretty slobbery and to someone else may be considered gross, but I love them all the same.

This is a child that never let me snuggle her to sleep, it was either 1) I hate this woman for putting me in my crib alone so I am going to bellow and stand here peeking over the rail of my crib until she gets me out (the getting me out part worked on Lorna first time she babysat after seeing her peeking over her crib-it is pretty dang cute) or 2) awesome, she got me out and now I am going to stiff arm her neck and twist my body till she puts me down b/c now it is time to play. But now she does something I never thought she would. She lays her head down on my shoulder and puts her arms tightly around my neck and shoulder.

Sometimes if I am lucky she will pat my back just like I pat hers. I never realized that I did that with her until she started patting my back and I thought, "why is she patting my back, and I looked and I was doing the same." It is nice to have a snuggle bug around.

Permalink [No comments] I'm so tired, I feel like I am pregnant...or am I?!:

I have a slight dilemma living here in San Antonio. I like to go on walks as you know, but the climate is different here than in U-tahr. I like to sleep in as much as my daughter allows me, before she starts kicking the wall which shares my master bathroom's wall to wake me up. (I don't think she really knows it wakes me up. Or does she...) When I sleep in though, (and I am taking about a whole whopping half hour) while I do get to enjoy the softness of my 350 thread count sateen sheets and ecstasy of my down pillow, (thanks honey!) that is thirty minutes more the sun has to make everything hot and sticky. Trust me, it makes a big difference.

While it is not hot necessarily in the morning, the humidity around you makes you feel like you are sweating. Which brings me to another tangent...Why is it in lines at amusement parks they blow mist at you to keep you cool? If everyone hates humidity so much and thinks it makes you hotter than "dry heat" then why is it that mists temporarily relieve you?

Back to my dilemma. Should I enjoy that 30 minutes relaxation, or should I drag myself out of bed so that I can go on my walk with Lily before it gets too miserable? I know I should stop being lazy and get up.

Another thing about moving to San Antonio is that I feel like I am cheating. You know when you move to a new place you have to go through things like figuring out your way around so you can do everyday things such as go to the post office and store? Check, know all that. Also, you don't know anyone in your ward and you really have to put yourself out there to learn names and make new friends. Check, know most people and check have friends. It is crazy the way San Antonio works. Every stays here and everyone marries everyone. We had a B-B-Q at one of Aaron's old best friend's house. Here I was going to it thinking "here we go again, put on your social face and get to know everyone". As it turned out, I knew most people there and "getting to know" was actually "catching up on old times." I feel like I am cheating. I guess I am just used to when I moved around in Provo, the first and second and third time in RS, and every other time for that matter, glancing around the room thinking "who am I going to sit by now and learn their name and hopefully they will remember mine.”

I am also cheating b/c I get free babysitting, although I have only asked Lorna once since we have been here to baby-sit, and I think I am going to start paying her. As mush as she loves Lily, I am sure she has better things to do. Although it is nice to call upon the help of my family. As I type now, Lily is slamming my cell phone on the tile floor. A new thing she does is open the cell phone, close the cell phone and when that gets boring…slam it down, pick it up, over and over again.