Trash

Our apartment in Utah was on the third floor.  There was a trash bin in the parking lot below us and we decided it was absolutely ridiculous to have to walk down all those stairs just to throw away a bag of trash. So Bryan started throwing bags from our balcony down to the trash bin.  This provided hours of entertainment- waiting until the coast was clear so no one would witness our escapade, betting if the bag would actually make it in the bin, and watching as Bryan ran down to grab the bag when it wasn't on target.  Anyone else at Union Square enjoy this pastime?

Now we live on the first floor (hooray for no steps) and we have a long journey across the parking lot to our trash bin.  About a week ago our apartment complex started a valet trash program.  Every night we can put our garbage bag right outside our door and it will be picked up.  Do I feel incredibly lazy?  Yes.  But if someone else wants to (gets paid to) take out our dirty, smelly diapers, they can be my guest.

sick

Back when we were in Virginia I started to get a little cold but I had many willing helpers and it never got very bad.  My little sister asked, "what happens when moms get sick?"  My mom replied, "moms don't get sick."

"Awesome," I thought, "I've developed immunity!"  Wrong.  Oh, so wrong.  This weekend I learned that what she really meant was mom's choose to not be sick.  They're just as susceptible to germs as the rest of the world, but moms don't have the luxury of allowing themselves to be sick.  This weekend we've all been hit with a humdinger of a cold and as much as I would love to lay on the couch and watch Friday Night Lights all day long someone needs to feed the baby, change her incessant diapers (it seems like there have been WAY more than usual this weekend), play with her, get her dressed, wake up early with her, and generally keep her alive.  Besides that, all the good medicines are off-limits.  How I miss the days of popping a nyquil and sleeping to my heart's content.

Oh well, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

2011

Happy New Year!

2010 was a very big year for us- Bryan's graduation, my retirement, moving to CA, having a baby.  We're hoping 2011 is a little more low-key but equally wonderful.  We're mostly excited to watch Miss Jillian grow.  She has a lot to do this year- learn to roll over, sit up, crawl, sleep through the night (fingers crossed!), eat solids, walk, grow some teeth, and say a few words.