13 January 2013

If This Isn't Nice, I Don't Know What Is.

The first week of 2013 wasn't kind to us.  The weather was kind of gross, and we were feeling whiny because I had to go back to work, and it seemed that all of our things went in on a suicide pact.  In one week my ipod broke, Matt's phone broke, the car got a flat tire (which I had to change by myself at night in an empty parking lot all pregnant--it's fine now that I wasn't murdered, but it was a little scary at the time), and then on the way to get the tire fixed, the doughnut got a flat.  On top of that, our sweet pup was on too high a dose of his mange medicine (yes, he STILL has mange) and it was making him very sick and unlike himself (and after reading scary stuff on the internet I was sure we'd poisoned him and he was on the verge of death).  Then we found out that our lovely car needed a shitton of work done, work that would cost approximately 3,000 times more than the car was worth.  It was just one of those weeks.

But this last week has been just amazing.  I found out that I'm going to be teaching AP next year (!)*, and our dog recovered wonderfully with a lower dose of meds.  Matt got a new phone, I realized that life does go on without an ipod (though, let's be honest, I'll get another in the next few months), we got a new [to us] car (!!!), our landlord replaced our dishwasher, the weather was amazing, and we were crazy productive.  Everything seems to be falling into place.  We have company coming next week (thus the household productivity--don't want them to think we're dirty barn people, now do we?), we have a refrigerator full of food, a car that just starts every time you turn the key, and a dishwasher that actually washes dishes**.  Add to that some cheap Fresh Market steaks, Downton Abbey, Girls, and the fact that it's 8:00 at night and our windows are still open.  I can't wipe the smile off my face.

Meatball eater.

Meatball beggar.

First family trip to Skidaway Island State Park.  Um, amazeballs. 

Open window dinner prep.  Ahhhhh. . .

Mitch passes out as soon as Charlie goes to bed.  It's hard work looking after a baby brother! 

Haha.  This is Mitch's "We're sorry you have mange" special toy.  We call it his Baby Krampus.  He's obsessed with it.  Has there ever been a scarier toy?


**I mean, who are we?  The Rockefellers?


  1. I still haven't adjusted to life without an iPod. I miss it dearly. :(

  2. Are you going to go for a Mrs. Maurer AP style or a Mr. Richardson AP style?

    Love the crampus!

  3. @Carly, hmmmmmm. Well, I wasn't planning on copping any cheap feels, but I do like the level of irreverence that Randy had. Can I shoot for being a composite of Maurer, Richardson, and Holt? Is that a completely unattainable goal?

    That dog toy is really nice, by the way. I don't know if Ein is a toy destroyer the way Mitch is, but this one seems pretty indestructible. It's from Target. I know you're probably surprised by that.

  4. That sounds like a good combo!

    Ein is definitely a destroyer of toys, so I'll have to look for it.



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