Oh and have I mentioned...

IT'S FREEZING!!!!

We now interrupt the baby cuteness...

...for some good old-fashioned soap box venting. I think that I will periodically revisit this topic whenever the need arises.

Vent #1 What's really sad about this particular vent is that I blogged about it on my pre-baby blog which I have since deleted. But it's become SO much worse that I have to revisit the subject. What exactly is the deal with the current hostage situation between fast food restaurants and their precious, precious condiments? Why am I being forced to beg for condiments? Is there some sort of ketchup crisis that I am not aware of? I had to physically shove my bag back to the lady at the window today and ask for a lot of ketchup and she then gave me 2 packets. So then I shoved it back and asked for more. I can't decide if this is a money saving thing or a time saving thing but I am making it my mission to make sure that it takes twice the amount of time then if they had just asked if I wanted condiments in the first place!!! Do people not eat ketchup up with fries any more? Have I missed this development? This is the United States of Sweet America and I am not going to take it any more!

Vent #2 What's with the dead sea salt people at the mall? I don't want your lotion!!! Now they have decided to get sneaky and instead of asking if you'd like to try the lotion they say "Can I ask you something?" to which I happily reply Nope! and keep on walking.

Vent #3 Rick Mitchell. Rick, I know that it's going to possibly rain 6 days from now in Northern Kansas and that this information is vitally important to our continued existence, but does this information necessitate interrupting Miss Oprah everyday? I don't think it does Rick. The other two weathermen break into programming when there is actually bad weather. Why don't we try that on for size? A new season of Lost is about to start and I will hurt you if you interrupt it to tell me it's windy outside.

Big changes in Aidan's life...

Jumping!

Eating Naked!

Sitting!

1st Video upload/ 30 minutes of my life I'll never get back

I sound like a complete dork in this video. Aidan loves to growl and shout and kind of bark. I'm sure that sounds like Mama to some species. Sometimes I hallucinate and it sounds like she's speaking in complete sentences. I also used to hallucinate that my breast pump was talking to me. Everyday it would say a different word. Dear breast pump, I don't miss you. Don't call me, I'll call you. Love, me.

Fun fact: I turned 27 while I was waiting for this video to upload. I'm a whole year older then when I started. The girls went to see 27 Dresses tonight. It was cute and we had a really good time despite having perhaps the worst waiter ever. I'll spare you the details but the highlights include my getting smacked in the back of the head and our drinks being dropped on the floor.

Seriously, do videos always take this long? You will just have to see my child be adorable in person.

It's a Match!!!

Aidan loves her pears. Still refuses to eat anything green. Pears are green on the outside. Does that count?

I hate book learnin...

So it's almost midnight and I am writing approximately my 20th paper on the stupid definition of stupid information. Is grad school over yet?

Those had better not be green beans...

Aidan has grown very suspicious lately. The culprit? Any green colored baby food. She HATES it. She has the exact same reaction that her mother does, gagging, followed by quick expulsion of said green food from her mouth. I did exactly what I was supposed to and kept pushing the green vegetables first. She physically cannot keep the nasty goop down. Carrots, squash, bananas, and sweet potatoes have passed but I cannot get her to eat anything green. Maybe it's because, hypothetically, her mother didn't eat anything green whilst pregnant with her. Unless you count the spinach in espinaca queso, which you totally should.....hypothetically.

PS You can tell from the pristine carpet that this picture was taken at Aubrey's house...not mine.

I'm waiting for her head to spin around...

OK I'm getting way behind on the blog but getting back to work after the break and a new semester starting up at OU have put our household in survival mode.

What exciting news do I have to share?

The other night Aidan threw up in my hair, down into my bra, down my back, onto my jeans and somehow, miraculously, into my underwear. I made a beeline for the shower and with every step felt the icky coldness in a new location. She is talented.

I will post more later, she looks like she may be getting ready to slime me again.

Mommy Battery

I have gone my whole life without getting punched in the face...that is until I had a baby. I am constantly getting scratched and hit. My eyelashes have had some close calls and if my hair wasn't already falling out it would be now. I think the head butts are the most painful, especially when I bite my tongue. This is kind of gross but I had a little mole on the back of my neck and Aidan scratched it off! I was intending to get it removed so I guess she saved me that copay.

I know that she just finds my face endlessly fascinating but sometimes I want to say STOP HITTING ME!

I don't know what she's talking about. I would never hurt anyone.