Friday, February 27, 2009

The power of suggestion

It's funny how suggestive we are. Well, I guess it's kinda stupid. I was raving to James about how good this chicken salad sand which was that I had. Let's just say that I had more than one of them so I'd tasted enough to know I really liked it. Then he takes a bite and starts making comments about how it isn't any good because it tastes too oniony. I took another bite, and you know what, it did taste really oniony, a little too oniony. Before I knew it I found myself picking out all the onions. I just couldn't eat it in it's natural form anymore.


Then there were these veggie potato chips. I thought they were pretty tasty too, at least at first. I mean, they were no oil filled ruffles chips, but for half the fat, they were pretty dang good. Then James once again decided to dis my food. After about the 5th remark about how gross the chips were they magically started to taste not so good anymore. It's like their composition suddenly changed. Thanks for ruining a perfectly good bag of chips for me James.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Tag-a-rama

I was tagged. I feel so very special.

1- Post the rules on your blog.
2- List 6 random things about yourself.
3- Tag 6 people at the end of your post.
4- Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.



1) I've got one eye that is bigger than the other one which I actually totally forgot about but was reminded of with my friend's post. Too bad she had to mention this. I totally forgot about my crazy eyes.

2) I like the temperature of my food hot. I don't mean just warm, I mean hot. Like if it gets any hotter it'll burn my tongue...which unfortunately often happens which makes me think it might be time to change my preferences regarding my food temperature.

3) I cry pretty much every time I hear an LDS adoption commercial (excuse me, I mean a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints adoption commercial) or that song The Christmas Shoes. It's totally embarrassing.

4) My name is Rachel

5) I am a female

6) I like to eat food



If you didn't notice, I kinda ran out of ideas at the end. Sorta used them up here. Oh, and sorry I went hyperlink crazy in this post.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

It's Bundle Up Time


I eventually got so sick and tired of the cold, miserable weather that I decided to go on walks with Joshua anyway. Plus, doesn't he look so cute all bundled up? I'm sure there are plenty of disapproving people (especially older ones) looking at me as I walk down the street in 30 degree weather with a baby considering whether this deserves a call to child services, but oh well.



Even the rain (and rain, and more rain) in San Francisco didn't stop us. This rain cover on our new umbrella stroller (my first ebay purchase!) was amazing. We almost didn't bring the cover with us but remembered at the last minute. Good thing because without it we would have had to hang out in our hotel room the entire time. Maybe Joshua would have found enough to do there unraveling toilet paper rolls and stuff, but I'm pretty sure I would have gotten bored out of my mind.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Quirk #31 : Conveyor belt organization

I always organize the things I'm buying when I put them on the conveyor belt at the grocery store. I put all the boxes together, cans together, frozen stuff together etc. What can I say, I'm an organized person (or OCD, you choose). Besides, I always figured it helped out the grocery checker. Today, for the first time, the checker commented on how organized everything was and how it helped her out so much. You know it!

Finally, some recognition of my awesomeness (or weirdness, once again you choose).

Wondering where Quirk #31 comes from? Check it out here.


Rachel
Hug hug, kiss kiss, hug hug, big kiss, little hug, kiss kiss, little kiss

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Subscribe Me!

It took me a while, but I finally figured out how to set it up so you can subscribe to posts either in a reader or by email. Now you don't have to worry about missing out on any of our blog's coolness! I probably would have figured this out sooner except I still can't figure out all of the crazy blog lingo, especially on feedburner that I set this up through. It was like trying to read another language. So frustrating. If I want to feel stupid I've got plenty of other places I'd rather go to than my computer thank you very much. Honestly.

Anywho, just take a look at the link at the top right of the page. Personally, I love the email subscription because then you don't have one more thing to remember to check (assuming you look at your email...but who doesn't now a days except for maybe my mother in law...who is very sweet did I mention?).


Rachel
Hug hug, kiss kiss, hug hug, big kiss, little hug, kiss kiss, little kiss

Sunday, February 08, 2009

What DRAMA!

Sure, he looks all innocent, but just you wait until his mom tries to give him a bottle/sippy cup of milk. All heck breaks loose. He doesn't just cry either, he goes berserk. He starts thrashing his body around like he's possessed and will carry on like this until I take the milk out of his site. Then he'll start attacking his poor mama (you nursing moms know what I mean :) And it doesn't stop here. He's suddenly clinging to me like his life depends on it all day long.

I just don't get it. For someone who acted like he couldn't care less about nursing he sure is putting up a fight. Apparently he does care about it... ALOT. Who would have thought.

If this is how my supposed I could care less about it son is acting I can't imagine how it is for those babies who are obsessed with nursing. You know, those ones that still eat like 10 times a day at 10 months and don't quit until they're like 2 years old... or later. I have to admit that I've always thought that the idea of nursing a 2 year old was a little insane (don't get made people, I'm simply being honest). I'm not sure why. I don't think I have a good reason for feeling this way, just a bunch of ones that probably aren't true and simply are based on cultural views and stuff. Bad I know. I should be better than that. I guess it doesn't seem as weird as it used to be since I nursed Joshua past the 11 month 30 day mark which is when it seems to go from "Oh, great! You made it to a year!" to "You mean you're still nursing?" {worried frown} That said, I'm pretty sure you'll never see me nursing a two year old, or even an 18 month old. Plus, I'm beginning to like my new found freedom. I couldn't see myself waiting like 2 years for this "freedom" with my future kids.


Rachel
Hug hug, kiss kiss, hug hug, big kiss, little hug, kiss kiss, little kiss

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

My New Addiction...to James' Dismay

I admit it. I absolutely LOVE buying baby clothes. I've even had to hold myself back a number of times from buying girl baby clothes. Not only do I not have a girl, I'm not even pregnant with one. I'm pretty sure James would totally freak if I came home with girl baby clothes. He already doesn't understand why I ever buy Joshua any clothes as it is. In reality he is right. I have plenty of clothes for him. My wonderful neighbor actually gave me a bunch. BUT... how could you possibly deny a mom an occasional splurge on kid's clothing?

Also, I admit to spending much of my time going through Joshua's clothes in his closet with no purpose in mind other than to take in the cuteness of it all. Am I crazy or what? OR am I simply just a MOM.


Rachel
Hug hug, kiss kiss, hug hug, big kiss, little hug, kiss kiss, little kiss