reality check... or reality bites???

today when i looked at myself in the mirror after getting dressed i thought to myself, "i look like a mom". ouch and a half. i mean, obviously i am a mom because i have a kid and an oh so prominent bump announcing to the world that number two is on the way. but sometimes i like to think that if i didn't have the kid or the bump, people might not look at me and automatically assume that i've taken on the roll of motherhood. they might think that i'm just a young, hip, totally with it twenty-something girl. but as for today, i don't think so. i think they'd see "mom", the way i did, practically written across my forehead. i love being a mom, but i don't love looking like a mom. maybe it's just like a bad hair day and tomorrow will be better. (sigh) one can only hope...

horrors...

well, i realized it's been a while since i've posted when i went to the Gibbs' website and saw that they had posted TWICE since i last had. horrible, horrible. so to all those who love to read about my nonlife, i apologize. i do have an excuse, though: i've been in Utah the past 3 weeks with my hubba bubba husband ben helping out at his parents' frame shop in heber city. they had 2000 pictures to frame and needed some man power. so here we were and have been and we are going home tomorrow or the next day (i hope... you can only live out of a motorhome in grandma's driveway for so long, you know?) anyways, while i was up here my own dear daddy came up to utah to visit some of his customers. he builds big, huge, stainless steel equipment, and one of his customers recently had some of this equipment installed. my dad had to have a picture of his handywork and climed to the top of a ladder which he fell off of and if that weren't bad enough on the way down his arm got caught between two pipes and broke (arm, not pipes) in 3 places. ouch-- OUCH. so i got to spend some fun quality time with my dad taxi-ing him to and from dr. appointments and surgery centers. dad's say really funny things when they are regaining conciousness after anesthesia. and for all those wondering, my dad is fine and back at home with a couple of steel plated bones. he has a bionic man arm... anyways, that's my story and sorry if it's boring. i'll post something of mild interest soon.

baby talk

maggie is starting to get very proficient in sign language. you can see some of her mad skills here:

maggie's video

don't i have a totally genius daughter? (p.s. thanks kim for catching this incredible talent on camera... i owe you an ice cream or something)

the game of life...

so, i thought that for his birthday, ben might appreciate a nintendo plug n' play:

no big deal, right? i mean it's a plug n' play... how entertaining can those games really be? well, last night i had made dinner for ben and maggie and afterwards we were going to meet family at a campfire for some s'mores. i was trying to do the dishes as fast as i could and maggie had a poopy diaper. i called into the bedroom for ben to come and help me... his answer? "i can't right now, hun, i'm working on something." in my mind i'm thinking he must be emailing someone from work, or doing something work related. WRONG. a minute or two later i walk into the bedroom and ben is cursing at the t.v. because he's trying to rescue the princess and can't get past the turtle thingy with nunchucks. nice ben, lie to your wife to get out of changing diapers and doing dishes. next time i'm buying ben a scarf or something. then at least i can strangle him with it if he's playing too many video games...