Ants

Peter has decided to do his nature experience about ants. I might have been somewhat involved in that decision. So I've been researching ants. I also wrote a mock paper about outlining the experiment. Here's the introduction, since I know you were all interested.

Ants are a rather endearing sort of insect. I think probably everyone has watched them scurry down the side walk and admired their diligence and strength. As I’ve thought about my interactions with ants, I’ve wondered just how far do ants travel and how long does it take them to get where they’re going.
While in this experiment I do not measure how far ants actually travel, I will determine at what speed they travel. Ants and their habitats are very complex creatures, thus, while I try to eliminate as many outside variables as I can in this experiment, many variables simply cannot be accounted for in the scope of my experiment.


While it's probably not as exciting as breeding table grapes it sounded fun to me.

Hanging out with Daddy

Peter took care of Brita so I could take a shower last night. Here's a little of what they did together:

My Daughter is Average

We just got back from the doctor. Brita's height and weight are average and her head is in the 40th percentile.

She got five shots and a vaccine in the mouth. The one in the mouth she really liked. The others it took her a minute to realize they hurt so they were over by the time her face got all squished up and bright red and she started to scream. So then I picked her up and she was fine. What a brave little girl.

Then she slept when we came home so I could do the dishes. See, she's thoughtful, too.

Now we just have to go to the post office and we'll be done with errands for the day. (I never thought I would be a person who did errands. It always seemed like old responsible people were the errand runners of the world.)
These are of Brita when we got back.

Posted before it's time

Blogger decided to post an empty post for me. So I decided to write something in here, so it wouldn't just be empty. But I don't know what to write....

Once, when I was little, I was afraid of dragonflies. So my mean older siblings threw me into a wall that was covered in dragonflies.

That might be my earliest memory. Or it might be when I saw my mom talking to my nursery leader by the door to the library and they started to argue. I think that they might have been joking with each other, actually, but it seemed like they were arguing. I was the best colorer in my nursery class, in case you were wondering.

Happy Birthday to Me

My birthday was great. The night before Brita fell asleep in her crib around 10, so I cleaned the house. It was lovely. Three and a half hours later my living room and kitchen were clean. And I read the Relief Society lesson. Ook ya, as they say in Russian. So I woke up on my birthday to a clean house. Happiness in a clean sink.

Church was good, too. I even made a comment in Relief Society. I made a bunch of comments in Sunday School, too, but they were mostly just obnoxious. We had a really good lesson about scripture study. It was based on a talk that wasn't about scripture study, but I guess it worked.

We ate food after church. That was nice.

Then I baked some cakes so that Peter could make my birthday cake. I guess before that I called a bunch of people to borrow some eggs. My friend Dani was nice enough to give me six eggs and invite us over for dinner.

Then I went to a fireside on finance. All about being a millionaire. It was good. We were supposed to go to dinner at seven but the fireside was still going, so I drove home, found out that Peter wasn't done with my cake, called to see if we could be late to dinner, and drove back to the fireside. I only missed about ten minutes of it.

Then I came home and we went over to Dani and Todd's house for dinner. It was only about three hours after they wanted us there. Dinner was really good. Really good. Then we played Fluxx. They let me win because it was my birthday. I won two games and had the winning card in my had for the other game, but I'm spacey so I didn't play it.

And then I went to bed.

That was my birthday. It was fun. I'll post pictures of my cake when I get them. It's so cool. It was a castle with the floor plan of our apartment. And the candles were in binary. It was a very nifty cake.

Brought to you by Brita

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Brita Smiles

It can't just be me....This girl is cute.

Laundry

I have a lot of laundry to fold. There are two more batches in the washer and dryer, too. How can three people have so much laundry?

Two hands for beginners

"You've got to stop dropping things--hamburgers, plates, keys..." --Peter

Yep, I just dropped my keys in the dumpster. Brilliant, I know. They were on my finger and I just dropped them in. Peter found them and got them for me. I asked if he had to go dumpster diving to get them and he said just a little bit.

He was nice enough not to mention the bucket of water. I dropped a bucket in the bathroom this morning. It had a lot of water in it. It made a mess.

I also dropped a plate yesterday and broke it. Don't worry, Scott--it wasn't one of the John Deere ones. :)

After dad picked us up from the airport in Chicago we ate at Fuddruckers. We all got our hamburgers and I dropped mine on the floor. I don't know how it happened: one minute it was on the counter the next it was on the floor. And on my pants. The nice girl at the counter told the chef to make me another one. She tried to be so nice about it.
He asked why he had to redo it.
Nice girl: "It fell."
Chef: "What?"
NG: "It fell."
C: "What?"
NG: "SHE DROPPED IT, OK?"
It made me laugh.

Night and Day

I think I just threw my little girl for a loop. I was really tired, so we took a nap. I didn't turn the light on and it was really dark when we woke up. I'm pretty sure Brita thought it was night time because she looked really upset when I turned on the light. She's just raising her eyebrow at me now and looking annoyed. And now she's smiling. She got over that one quickly. Or maybe she just thinks we're having a late night party. :)