Brita needs to shave

... at least that's what it looks like from this picture. She was having fun tonight feeding herself (or at least trying). I don't blame her for wanting to play with the food; it didn't smell very appetizing. Anyway, Brita managed to get her hands, arms, face, hair, clothes and legs covered in banana-berry food. She knows how to get a bath if she wants one.

Visiting Teaching

Brita and I started to go visiting teaching. We were supposed to go this morning, but my companion forgot. She did remember this afternoon, though. My companion is the only person in our ward who home schools her kids. We were walking (because I think Peter has Brita's car seat with him at work)to our first appointment (if you can call it that, because we actually didn't have an appointment) and met one of the people who we were going to visit. She was on her way to go visiting teaching.

I'm so excited, though, because she's the one who I'm taking over the Sunbeams class from and she seemed like a really fun person. And my companion said that she was really neat. And Her daughter is in my class and she has a little boy who seems pretty fun. And she was excited that I'll be her visiting teacher.

Anyway, the other person we were going to visit wasn't home, so we never actually went visiting teaching, but we started to. Maybe we'll get to go for real on Friday.

And here's some pictures from today. She was wearing jeans earlier, but they came off by the time pictures were taken.

Pictures

We put pictures up on gallery a couple of days ago. So if you want to look at them there's a link at the side of my blog page.

It takes three

I just wanted to show everyone how incredibly coordinated we are as a family. See the green and the blue and the dots and stuff?
We're good. I know.

If it's not broke..

You know those annoying people that fix things just by being around? Things can be broken for days and then they ask you to show you what is broken and it magically fixes itself. Peter's like that sometimes.

A couple nights ago Brita was having a really hard night. It was about 3:00 in the morning and she wouldn't sleep. She would fall asleep for about 30 seconds and then wake up crying or trying to crawl somewhere. Finally I'd had it, so I woke up Peter and said, "Peter, I need you to watch Brita for me for a little while." Right then she rolled over and fell asleep. Why do I try?

The Moment You've All Been Waiting For

At least you should have been waiting because I've been meaning to post this for over a month now.

Just look at that grout. It's amazing.

When we first moved in it was black. Peter's dad cleaned it. Well, he started out cleaning the floor and then he told us that the grout wasn't really black. It took him two days. Thanks, Dad.

Basement

Well, the Moose decided to make himself useful and touch-up the scratches on our new freezer. Unfortunately no one told him the difference between a drip pan and touch-up paint.

Strange--no one explained the difference to Sears either.

Putting things behind you

Brita spent most of the afternoon putting things behind her. We try not to emotionally scar our baby, but some times you just have to stop and sort things out. Oh, wait, that's not what she was doing. She was just literally putting things behind her. Anything she ran into. And kept putting things in front of her so could do things in the bedroom. Here's a picture of her with her trail.

Quirky things

I got tagged by my friend Dani (a long while back). So, here are six quirky things about me.

1. I don't fold my baby clothes. Ever. I kind of think it's a really big waste of time.

2. I hate making phone calls. I would rather drop by someone's house than call them on the phone. I'd rather miss an activity than call to find out where it is. I'd rather believe the world hated me than call and make friend with someone.

3. I like having friends but I'm bad at making friends. So we don't feel lonely we have people who we count as 'almost friends' and 'potential friends'.

4. I love to play games. I really really love to play games when I win. I just like playing games when I lose. Peter used to let me win so I'd be happy, but I hate being let to win, too, so there's really no way to get around it.

5. I cut my own hair. Sometimes the process takes months.

6. I'm a first-grade dropout with a Master's degree.

Wow I'm boring.

There's a Moose in Our House

He seems to have found all the rooms (except the basement). I followed him around with the camera, but don't worry, I didn't get too close.



(We must have left the front door unlocked... oops. Not a regular habit.)



Here's the living room, just inside the front door.



Then into the kitchen.



Dining room, including Brita's cute highchair.



Bedroom. (Do you like our curtain?)



Computer/Book room. Some day we'll get the boxes out of here and have a place to read books.



Going upstairs, we run into the bathroom. This could be yours if you come visit us.



Game room. You could play games with us in this very room. As a side note, I think meese prefer redheads.



This is another box room, but the moose found his way to the sewing machine.

Remember, this is just a preview. To get the full experience, you'll have to come visit! We promise to have the moose under control. He won't bother you. Promise. You could even play "There's a Moose in the House" with us. Everybody needs to play it at least once.

I finally decided that I couldn't wait for a clean house to take pictures. So, enjoy the pictures.