Where The Depressed Things Are

Did anyone else see this movie this weekend? Did anyone else feel as though they were going through group therapy with Max and the Depressed, I mean "WILD" Things? The art direction was cool, but man, they totally missed the whimsy. We were leaving the theater, and I asked Sabrina, "Did you like the movie?" She said "Yes (pause)I mean, No, I did not." I'm with her.

What?

It must have been a slow year for peacemaking. Kind of like the year Titanic won "best picture".

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I couldn't think of a title for this pretty random post, and I think that the more I do this, the less creative I get...either that or apathy has set in.

This week has gotten cold, which is great because I got to bust out my jean jacket that I like to wear. When arriving at the Ricks/Barney Book Club, I noticed that Shelley was wearing her jean jacket with the sleeves rolled just like me. Twins again! If she starts humming the same song that I am thinking in my head at the exact part of the song I am at in my head again, I'm going to demand that testing be done to be sure that we are not, in fact, twins. And speaking of, I just love the Ricks/Barney Book Club!! It's exclusive to only those who have ever had the surnames of Ricks or Barney; how we ever came up with this idea, I know not. All I know is that no one gets the Ricks girls to laugh until we cry like those Barneys.

Sabrina-ism...
Sabrina: Dad, can I have some water?
Dad :(gets water) Here you go.
Sabrina: (cheerfully) You're amazing dad!

I got my hair cut today. I went in for a 1 to 2 inch "healthy" trim and came out with a bob. It's not terrible, it's just that I did not intend for this to happen; sometimes hair dressers have their own agenda, and there really isn't a worse feeling on earth than paying for a hair cut you didn't really want. I take that back... I bet paying for a tattoo you didn't really want is much worse. Miller, not that you're reading this after giving birth, but words cannot express how much I missed you today, but my hair can! (Oh and Welcome Baby Griffin!)

Sabrina-ism...
She plays and "reads" stories to Lucy every morning, then Paul and I will hear the bedroom door open, and she'll say, "Okay, Lucy, I'm going to go get mom. I'll be RIGHT back. You be happy. Don't cry. I'll be RIGHT back. Just be a good girl. I'll be RIGHT back." This is officially the BEST alarm I have ever been awakened by.

The Lucy Monster. This is the nickname I've given to my sweet child. It's just that sometimes she "attacks" or surprises me under foot when I least expect her. Trust me, it's a term of endearment, and I think monsters are cute. That's what years of Sesame Street watching will do to a person. Hence, we've been singing and dancing to "Monster Mash" a lot in her honor.

Sabrina-ism...
(Mom comes out of her room with a trendy [okay, maybe not so much] scarf on in an effort to be stylish despite the 80 degree weather that day)
Sabrina: (sincerely) Hey mom, is it snowing outside?


Happy Fall!

Stats

Alternate titles: Here We Go Again, Orange on a Toothpick, Little People Big Heads

Lucy went to the doctor today, and to my surprise her weight is 17 lbs. 13 oz. (5th percentile); she is 28 1/2 in. tall (5th percentile), and her head is 45 cm in circumference. On seeing the stats the doctor said, "You can give her everything I usually tell parents to avoid...ice cream, butter, high fats." She is currently snacking on chocolate chips, bread with about 2 tbs of butter on it, whole milk and cheddar cheese. I'm thinking I'll make cookies, sausage, and creamy pastas part of her daily menu also. Why does she seem so much more fleshy than Sabrina? I'm blaming a round face, head and full cheeks. She is smaller than Sabrina was at 1...this is NOT a good sign.

Celebrate!

Here are some pictures of Lucy's birthday celebration over the weekend. She loved her gifts (although probably not as much as Sabrina has loved her gifts). I made two small cakes. One for Maya (we celebrated her birthday too) and one for Lucy, and since this domestic endeavor may never happen again, I thought I'd better document. Her cake moment was picture perfect as she began digging in before the singing was over or the candle blown out. And dig in she did! A mess was made; so in sum, she had a pretty perfect 1st birthday!

Happy Birthday Lucy Mae!

Well that was the fastest year ever, now wasn't it? Our baby is one. These kids keep ignoring their mother's pleas to stop getting bigger and just keep growing and growing. Some things we love about Lucy on this, her special day:

1. The way she says "hi" every time you look at her matching your exact intonation.

2. Her little wagging bum as she crawls.

3. Her beauty.

4. The curls that surround the back of her head and neck.

5. When you ask her how big she is and she throws up her hands for "so big!" Then randomly her hands go up in the air for the next hour.

6. This one sounds strange, but I get a kick out of the fact that she doesn't smile for everyone...she has very discerning taste.

7. Her cheeks which I'm pretty sure have been kissed all 365 days of her life.

Lucy, we are so happy you're in our family. Happy 1st Birthday!

This news is GREAT!

It turns out, Paul is as impressive as I've always thought. He got a job offer from Sidley Austin in D.C. on Friday. So yes, we will be going east coast at some point. We aren't sure when he will start working there, but it is good to have some idea of the future.