~ Will test your patience EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.
~ Are a great group to be around if you want to practice being more patient!
~ Are very obvious about who they have a crush on (even if they deny it).
~ Still love to color, draw, and play with construction paper and glue.
~ Will make a complete mess with the above items, BUT they are old enough to clean it up.
~ Will love you forever if you are gone and your sub was mean.
~ Have stinky feet.
~ Have stinkier farts.
~ Try to cover up above stinky items with mounds of cologne or perfume.
~ Forgive easily.
~ LOVE to point out your mistakes.
~ Will tell you when you look sick (which is a complete blow to your self-confidence if you are feeling just fine).
~ LOVE to know all about your life outside of school.
~ Speak sarcasm 90% of the time. It helps if you can speak a little too.
~ Will test the rules. All of them.
~ Need to have rules at home, and consequences for breaking them.
~ Are not perfect, but wish they were.
~ Want to know that you aren't perfect, but still ok.
~ Boys want to be taller, girls want to be smaller
~ Would choose the worst names possible if you let them name your baby. It's best to have one picked out and tell them right away (or at least a fake one). Otherwise they will give you suggestions. The suggestions won't be good.
~ Are who I spend the majority of my weekdays with. That's why I am the way I am.
~ The BEST possible age to teach!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
2 Hour Lasagna Roll-Ups
If you are reading this post looking for a recipe for fantastic, but time consuming lasagna roll-up recipe, I promise you will be disappointed.
This is a post about a story. A story that makes our family and friends laugh when we tell it. A story that makes me laugh just to think about it.
I'm in the mood for laughter tonight.
So here we go...
First of all...a little background.
My husband can cook. I was very impressed with how well he knew his way around a kitchen when we were dating. He prefers, though, to let me cook. (Good thing I like it)
I coach volleyball and basketball, volleyball being the more intense time commitment in the evenings. I'm head coach and practice runs until about 5:30. Since I coach middle school girls, I am required to wait until every last one of them has been picked up. (That's a whole different post...) This means that I am not usually home before 6:15.
Cooking during the fall requires quick, easy recipes that can be either made ahead of time, thrown together very quickly when I get home, or started by Ethan while I am on my way.
The night of lasagna roll-ups required Ethan to start it.
You see, lasagna roll-ups are a tad bit more work than regular lasagna. I know this, but I enjoy cooking and that is what I wanted for dinner.
Ethan's job was to cook the meat, add sauce, and boil the noodles by the time I got home. This way all I had to do what assemble the roll up and pop it in the oven.
There was no problem cooking the meat. He had that one taken care of. Easily.
The noodles, however, were a different story.
Apparently, Ethan had never cooked lasagna noodles before. He was a bit puzzled.
He took out the medium sized pot (which is what we usually use to cook pasta), filled it with water, and waited for it to boil.
When it came time to add the noodles, he was a bit puzzled. The shape of the long noodle did NOT and would NOT fit in the medium sized pan. He stuck it in anyway.
Then rethought that and took it out. Called me.
"How in the hell are you supposed to cook lasagna noodles anyway? They don't fit in the pot!"
I chuckled a bit while driving and asked him which pot he has out.
"The one we always use to cook pasta."
I explained that you need the bigger pot and the noodles will soften and all eventually get in the water.
Ohhh...ok.
I then asked him to just start the water in the bigger pot so it would be boiling by the time I got home. A little behind schedule, no biggie.
I get home to half curled lasagna noodles and no boiling water, yet...
10 minutes later, not boiling. But, it's a big pot of water...
I hear "Not my fault!" coming from the bedroom where he has taken up a game of baseball on the X-Box
20 minutes later...not boiling. I sigh and decide that he must have put really really cold water into the pot because there's still not one single bubble. (I check to make sure he had the burner on high)
"Not my fault!"
45 minutes later...STILL NOT BOILING! Ok...something is wrong. It doesn't take that long for water to boil.
"Not my fault!"
After a little investigation I found that he had indeed set the burner on high, and the pot was on the burner set to high. However, his mistake was placing the larger pot of water on the smallest element on the stove top. Ah-Ha! It WAS his fault!
By this point...we were both hungry and tired and laughing hysterically. It was either laugh or cry. I was about 12 weeks pregnant so either one of those emotions would have been acceptable. Laugh it was.
So by the time I got the big pot moved to the big heating element and water boiling it was already past 7:30. (Ethan comes in to check progress...and grab a bag of chips to munch on.)
We are having these roll-ups, even if it means eating at 10:00 at night!
Finally noodles are done, oven is preheating, and I begin assembling the rolls.
30 more minutes in the oven and voila! Dinner is served.
They were the BEST 2 hour lasagna roll ups I had ever eaten.
Lessons learned from this adventure:
1. Make sure husband knows how to cook lasagna noodles.
2. Make sure husband puts pot on correct burner.
3. Make regular lasagna instead of roll-ups during volleyball season!
4. Laugh always!
This is a post about a story. A story that makes our family and friends laugh when we tell it. A story that makes me laugh just to think about it.
I'm in the mood for laughter tonight.
So here we go...
First of all...a little background.
My husband can cook. I was very impressed with how well he knew his way around a kitchen when we were dating. He prefers, though, to let me cook. (Good thing I like it)
I coach volleyball and basketball, volleyball being the more intense time commitment in the evenings. I'm head coach and practice runs until about 5:30. Since I coach middle school girls, I am required to wait until every last one of them has been picked up. (That's a whole different post...) This means that I am not usually home before 6:15.
Cooking during the fall requires quick, easy recipes that can be either made ahead of time, thrown together very quickly when I get home, or started by Ethan while I am on my way.
The night of lasagna roll-ups required Ethan to start it.
You see, lasagna roll-ups are a tad bit more work than regular lasagna. I know this, but I enjoy cooking and that is what I wanted for dinner.
Ethan's job was to cook the meat, add sauce, and boil the noodles by the time I got home. This way all I had to do what assemble the roll up and pop it in the oven.
There was no problem cooking the meat. He had that one taken care of. Easily.
The noodles, however, were a different story.
Apparently, Ethan had never cooked lasagna noodles before. He was a bit puzzled.
He took out the medium sized pot (which is what we usually use to cook pasta), filled it with water, and waited for it to boil.
When it came time to add the noodles, he was a bit puzzled. The shape of the long noodle did NOT and would NOT fit in the medium sized pan. He stuck it in anyway.
Then rethought that and took it out. Called me.
"How in the hell are you supposed to cook lasagna noodles anyway? They don't fit in the pot!"
I chuckled a bit while driving and asked him which pot he has out.
"The one we always use to cook pasta."
I explained that you need the bigger pot and the noodles will soften and all eventually get in the water.
Ohhh...ok.
I then asked him to just start the water in the bigger pot so it would be boiling by the time I got home. A little behind schedule, no biggie.
I get home to half curled lasagna noodles and no boiling water, yet...
10 minutes later, not boiling. But, it's a big pot of water...
I hear "Not my fault!" coming from the bedroom where he has taken up a game of baseball on the X-Box
20 minutes later...not boiling. I sigh and decide that he must have put really really cold water into the pot because there's still not one single bubble. (I check to make sure he had the burner on high)
"Not my fault!"
45 minutes later...STILL NOT BOILING! Ok...something is wrong. It doesn't take that long for water to boil.
"Not my fault!"
After a little investigation I found that he had indeed set the burner on high, and the pot was on the burner set to high. However, his mistake was placing the larger pot of water on the smallest element on the stove top. Ah-Ha! It WAS his fault!
By this point...we were both hungry and tired and laughing hysterically. It was either laugh or cry. I was about 12 weeks pregnant so either one of those emotions would have been acceptable. Laugh it was.
So by the time I got the big pot moved to the big heating element and water boiling it was already past 7:30. (Ethan comes in to check progress...and grab a bag of chips to munch on.)
We are having these roll-ups, even if it means eating at 10:00 at night!
Finally noodles are done, oven is preheating, and I begin assembling the rolls.
30 more minutes in the oven and voila! Dinner is served.
They were the BEST 2 hour lasagna roll ups I had ever eaten.
Lessons learned from this adventure:
1. Make sure husband knows how to cook lasagna noodles.
2. Make sure husband puts pot on correct burner.
3. Make regular lasagna instead of roll-ups during volleyball season!
4. Laugh always!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Like a Good Neighbor...
I love, I mean L-O-V-E our new house. Sometimes I walk through it staring at each room in awe that I actually get to live here. There's nothing I would do different at this point. Nothing I would change.
Ok, that's not exactly true.
There is one thing I would change if I could.
Our neighbors.
There is nothing wrong with the neighbors we have. The ones I have met have been perfectly friendly and I am sure when we all have kids running around that we will get to know each other much better.
However, I miss our old neighbors.
Ralph and Dolores.
They were the BEST neighbors. Elderly couples always are. I guess that is as long as you don't hold rowdy parties that are loud and keep them awake through the night.
Ralph and Dolores were always there to lend a hand. I mean always.
~ Ralph helped build our old house so he knew some of the ins and outs of it that we weren't ready for when it came time to remodel some of the rooms.
~ They would bring over all kinds of goodies from their garden. Onions, tomatoes, green peppers, zucchini and even turnips (I didn't enjoy the turnip though...)
~ They would feed the dogs when we were gone. Ralph would even bring them treats from time to time during the day. I'm sure the girls miss them too!
~ They watched the house. Sometimes it seemed as though that's all they did. They could report how many times people stopped by, they picked up packages dropped off by UPS, and let us know when people picked up the interest forms from the "For Sale" sign in our front yard.
~ Dolores loaned me carpet cleaner when KC got sick with diarrhea all over the house. I stalled as long as I could before going back to the house and smell of poo. (Secretly hoping that Ethan would get home while I was over there and clean it all up for me.)
~ They let us hang out in their air conditioning one very HOT day this summer when we stupidly decided to take the dogs on a walk while people were looking at our house. I was about 5 weeks pregnant, sick, and we were both exhausted.
We are lucky enough to still be close enough to them and go to the same church that we are able to still see them pretty often. I just wish there was a way we could have moved them out here with us across the street.
And I sure hope the guy who bought our house knows how good he has it!
Ok, that's not exactly true.
There is one thing I would change if I could.
Our neighbors.
There is nothing wrong with the neighbors we have. The ones I have met have been perfectly friendly and I am sure when we all have kids running around that we will get to know each other much better.
However, I miss our old neighbors.
Ralph and Dolores.
They were the BEST neighbors. Elderly couples always are. I guess that is as long as you don't hold rowdy parties that are loud and keep them awake through the night.
Ralph and Dolores were always there to lend a hand. I mean always.
~ Ralph helped build our old house so he knew some of the ins and outs of it that we weren't ready for when it came time to remodel some of the rooms.
~ They would bring over all kinds of goodies from their garden. Onions, tomatoes, green peppers, zucchini and even turnips (I didn't enjoy the turnip though...)
~ They would feed the dogs when we were gone. Ralph would even bring them treats from time to time during the day. I'm sure the girls miss them too!
~ They watched the house. Sometimes it seemed as though that's all they did. They could report how many times people stopped by, they picked up packages dropped off by UPS, and let us know when people picked up the interest forms from the "For Sale" sign in our front yard.
~ Dolores loaned me carpet cleaner when KC got sick with diarrhea all over the house. I stalled as long as I could before going back to the house and smell of poo. (Secretly hoping that Ethan would get home while I was over there and clean it all up for me.)
~ They let us hang out in their air conditioning one very HOT day this summer when we stupidly decided to take the dogs on a walk while people were looking at our house. I was about 5 weeks pregnant, sick, and we were both exhausted.
We are lucky enough to still be close enough to them and go to the same church that we are able to still see them pretty often. I just wish there was a way we could have moved them out here with us across the street.
And I sure hope the guy who bought our house knows how good he has it!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Can You Hear Me Now?
I do not have a good history with cell phones.
Or maybe it is that cell phones don't have a good history with me.
I think I used my first cell phone for 3 years. When I finally went for an upgrade it was because the phone was so dead that it would no longer charge. At all. They couldn't even get the phone to turn on at the Altell store (yep, it was Altell...). I would have to reenter all my contacts manually. No transfer available.
Bring on phone #2 and another 2 years. This was probably my favorite phone. Indestructible and had a great ring. Again, I used this one up until it would no longer charge. It died the same way the first one did.
Phone #3 was a mistake. I was not thinking about my future. I upgraded after phone #2 died and signed on to another 2 year contract with Verizon. By this time I already knew that Ethan and I were going to get married. He had T-Mobile. We planned on eventually getting on the same T-Mobile plan. Still, I signed up for another 2 years with Verizon. Stupid. Plus, phone #3 does not have a happy ending.
Phone #3 did not last near as long as my previous two. As I took KC for a walk one day, I accidentally left the phone on the side table of the grill. Breck, it appears, was not too happy about being left behind. She took the phone and tried to eat it. Phone #3 ended up with cracked, split in two, and bite marks all through it. Needless to say, it was done.
Bring on phone #4. Replacement phone. Not a great one. Cheap to get me through the next two years of my contract with Verizon and had no bells and whistles.
Phone #5 happened by chance. As luck would have it, Ethan's good friend works for T-Mobile. They were running a special where they would pay for part of the cancellation fee of breaking the contract with one company and you could sign up for T-Mobile right away. We were sold. Not only would we be consolidating two bills into one, it was still cheaper than paying Verizon cost for another year and a half. Done.
Phone #5 was my first "cool" phone. Touch screen. Slide out for easy texting. Internet. Apps. Definitely cool. However, come to find out, I don't like touch screens, I didn't use the apps other than calculator every now and then, and I think I got on the Internet a handful of times.
Which brings me to today and phone #6. The touch screen decided to stop working. Touch in the bottom right corner and the icon in the top left is selected. Other places wouldn't register a touch at all. Crap.
I'm not up for an update until July. JULY!
And as much as I hate to admit it, I have become dependent on having a phone with me. (Plus in the next two months it might be important for me to have a way to contact my husband in case I go into labor...just maybe.)
So. Now we have to sit down and look at the options.
Option 1: I get a new phone. We pay full price.
Option 2: Ethan gets a new phone. We use the "Early Upgrade Plus" to get it at a cheaper price and sing another 2 year contract. I use Ethan's old phone.
Option 3: We add a 3rd phone to our cell phone plan. Keep one phone hooked up at home at all times and use it as our "Home Phone." I take the new one.
Option 4: Get a used phone for me, which will still cost about as much as a cheaper new one, let Ethan upgrade in April when his contract is up.
We decided on. Option 2.
Ethan got a new phone.
At least one of us will be up to date technologically. And as long as I can contact him when my water breaks. I'm good.
Or maybe it is that cell phones don't have a good history with me.
I think I used my first cell phone for 3 years. When I finally went for an upgrade it was because the phone was so dead that it would no longer charge. At all. They couldn't even get the phone to turn on at the Altell store (yep, it was Altell...). I would have to reenter all my contacts manually. No transfer available.
Bring on phone #2 and another 2 years. This was probably my favorite phone. Indestructible and had a great ring. Again, I used this one up until it would no longer charge. It died the same way the first one did.
Phone #3 was a mistake. I was not thinking about my future. I upgraded after phone #2 died and signed on to another 2 year contract with Verizon. By this time I already knew that Ethan and I were going to get married. He had T-Mobile. We planned on eventually getting on the same T-Mobile plan. Still, I signed up for another 2 years with Verizon. Stupid. Plus, phone #3 does not have a happy ending.
Phone #3 did not last near as long as my previous two. As I took KC for a walk one day, I accidentally left the phone on the side table of the grill. Breck, it appears, was not too happy about being left behind. She took the phone and tried to eat it. Phone #3 ended up with cracked, split in two, and bite marks all through it. Needless to say, it was done.
Bring on phone #4. Replacement phone. Not a great one. Cheap to get me through the next two years of my contract with Verizon and had no bells and whistles.
Phone #5 happened by chance. As luck would have it, Ethan's good friend works for T-Mobile. They were running a special where they would pay for part of the cancellation fee of breaking the contract with one company and you could sign up for T-Mobile right away. We were sold. Not only would we be consolidating two bills into one, it was still cheaper than paying Verizon cost for another year and a half. Done.
Phone #5 was my first "cool" phone. Touch screen. Slide out for easy texting. Internet. Apps. Definitely cool. However, come to find out, I don't like touch screens, I didn't use the apps other than calculator every now and then, and I think I got on the Internet a handful of times.
Which brings me to today and phone #6. The touch screen decided to stop working. Touch in the bottom right corner and the icon in the top left is selected. Other places wouldn't register a touch at all. Crap.
I'm not up for an update until July. JULY!
And as much as I hate to admit it, I have become dependent on having a phone with me. (Plus in the next two months it might be important for me to have a way to contact my husband in case I go into labor...just maybe.)
So. Now we have to sit down and look at the options.
Option 1: I get a new phone. We pay full price.
Option 2: Ethan gets a new phone. We use the "Early Upgrade Plus" to get it at a cheaper price and sing another 2 year contract. I use Ethan's old phone.
Option 3: We add a 3rd phone to our cell phone plan. Keep one phone hooked up at home at all times and use it as our "Home Phone." I take the new one.
Option 4: Get a used phone for me, which will still cost about as much as a cheaper new one, let Ethan upgrade in April when his contract is up.
We decided on. Option 2.
Ethan got a new phone.
At least one of us will be up to date technologically. And as long as I can contact him when my water breaks. I'm good.
Friday, February 3, 2012
My Progressive Era
Right now I am discussing the "Progressive Era" with my 7th grade students. It is called "Progressive" because of the political, social, and economic changes that were made during the period. I take this time to talk to my kids about change and how it is not only a good thing, but that it is also necessary in life.
In order to "progress" into the future we must be willing to change.
Change can be a little scary. It can be difficult.
But again it is necessary.
This gets me thinking about my life and the changes that I have gone through in the last 3 years.
Specifically my personal life.
I believe that these changes (dating, to engaged, to married, to selling a house, building a house, and expecting a baby) have all been great additions to the story of my life. When I think about it, they have been easy to embrace, and they have made my life so much better.
When I look at my professional life, that's when I start to really wonder....
Have I changed enough? Have I done enough to progress my teaching into the future?
Then it hits me. If I have to ask the question, the answer is obvious.
No.
Now what? I've identified the problem. Now the hard part.
Change.
How much change is necessary to make me the teacher I want to be?
What is a realistic goal?
When should I start? I know "now" sounds like the obvious option, but I possibly can't fit another thing on my plate at the moment, I have state assessments to prepare my students for and a long-term sub to get organized and ready in 6 weeks. Changing my lessons around and adding new activities is not going to happen any time soon.
All I know for sure is that change is in the air.
Consider this the "Progressive Era" of my teaching.
It will probably be difficult. It will involve a lot of work, trial and error, time, and possibly be a little scary.
But it will be good.
And it is necessary.
In order to "progress" into the future we must be willing to change.
Change can be a little scary. It can be difficult.
But again it is necessary.
This gets me thinking about my life and the changes that I have gone through in the last 3 years.
Specifically my personal life.
I believe that these changes (dating, to engaged, to married, to selling a house, building a house, and expecting a baby) have all been great additions to the story of my life. When I think about it, they have been easy to embrace, and they have made my life so much better.
When I look at my professional life, that's when I start to really wonder....
Have I changed enough? Have I done enough to progress my teaching into the future?
Then it hits me. If I have to ask the question, the answer is obvious.
No.
Now what? I've identified the problem. Now the hard part.
Change.
How much change is necessary to make me the teacher I want to be?
What is a realistic goal?
When should I start? I know "now" sounds like the obvious option, but I possibly can't fit another thing on my plate at the moment, I have state assessments to prepare my students for and a long-term sub to get organized and ready in 6 weeks. Changing my lessons around and adding new activities is not going to happen any time soon.
All I know for sure is that change is in the air.
Consider this the "Progressive Era" of my teaching.
It will probably be difficult. It will involve a lot of work, trial and error, time, and possibly be a little scary.
But it will be good.
And it is necessary.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Procrastination is...
~ The baskets of laundry still sitting in our bedroom. I'm watching TV and feeling the baby move my belly.
~ Waiting until Tuesday to completely change around what I plan on doing on Thursday in class. Did I mention that it's a completely new activity AND that I have a sub.
~ Waiting until Wednesday to gather all the information for my presentation on Thursday.
~ Not getting my hair cut for 7 months
~ Living in the Wichita area for almost 6 years and still haven't found an eye Doctor in the area. I'm on my last set of contacts and REALLY need to get on that!
~ Waiting until Tuesday to completely change around what I plan on doing on Thursday in class. Did I mention that it's a completely new activity AND that I have a sub.
~ Waiting until Wednesday to gather all the information for my presentation on Thursday.
~ Not getting my hair cut for 7 months
~ Living in the Wichita area for almost 6 years and still haven't found an eye Doctor in the area. I'm on my last set of contacts and REALLY need to get on that!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Love/Hate Relationship
Love it: When I wake up in the middle of the night at see that I still have over 2 hours left to sleep.
Hate it: When I wake up 2 minutes before the alarm goes off.
Love it: That we now have enough room in the garage that we can get both of our vehicles inside and neither one of us has to scrape our windows in the morning.
Hate it: That our doggies have to be pinned up in the garage all day. I feel so sorry for them.
Love it: Fresh pineapple.
Hate it: Canned pineapple.
Love it: When the car is full of gas.
Hate it: When that stupid "Low fuel" warning light comes on. I know I technically have at least a couple gallons left, but for some reason when that light comes on I panic and feel like I NEED GAS NOW!
Love it: Slowly sipping hot coffee in the morning.
Hate it: That having coffee increases my trips to the bathroom...worth it.
Love it: Stir crazy popcorn.
Hate it: Any of the bagged popcorn.
Love it: Snuggling up warm and cozy in a mound of covers on a cool evening.
Hate it: Waking up sweaty in the middle of the night.
Love it: Swimming for exercise.
Hate it: That one of the near by schools uses our YMCA pool to practice in the evenings and it is impossible to get into a lane before 8:00 PM. (They just built a brand new school a couple years ago...they could have added on a pool...)
Love it: When my baby girl moves my belly all around. I can't help but just sit and stare at it.
Hate it: That I still have 8 weeks until she is ready to come out (at least...)
Love it: Pudding
Hate it: Jell-O (and yes...there is a big difference between Jell-O and pudding)
Love it: A nice warm fire going on a beautiful evening (with S'mores)
Hate it: Mosquitoes
Love it: tickling my husband
Hate it: when he tickles me (you would think we would come up with some kind of truce, but alas... we have not.)
Love it: That my husband has been able to single-handily put together all of the furniture for the baby's room.
Hate it: That I still have laundry to put away... He has put together a dresser, rocking chair, stroller/car seat and I still haven't put away the laundry.
Love it: That I've had very little sickness and puking throughout my pregnancy
Hate it: That I've had "chronic nasal congestion" the entire time. I would much rather have this problem than puking all the time...but I've blown my nose MORE than enough times in the last 7 months! (Authors note: The next time I get pregnant I am taking out some stock in Kleenex!)
Love it: The Office, Big Bang Theory, and Bones
Hate it: Glee.
Love it: That we are officially all moved in!
Hate it: All the stupid boxes we have around the house. If you are moving and in need of some boxes...just let me know!
Hate it: When I wake up 2 minutes before the alarm goes off.
Love it: That we now have enough room in the garage that we can get both of our vehicles inside and neither one of us has to scrape our windows in the morning.
Hate it: That our doggies have to be pinned up in the garage all day. I feel so sorry for them.
Love it: Fresh pineapple.
Hate it: Canned pineapple.
Love it: When the car is full of gas.
Hate it: When that stupid "Low fuel" warning light comes on. I know I technically have at least a couple gallons left, but for some reason when that light comes on I panic and feel like I NEED GAS NOW!
Love it: Slowly sipping hot coffee in the morning.
Hate it: That having coffee increases my trips to the bathroom...worth it.
Love it: Stir crazy popcorn.
Hate it: Any of the bagged popcorn.
Love it: Snuggling up warm and cozy in a mound of covers on a cool evening.
Hate it: Waking up sweaty in the middle of the night.
Love it: Swimming for exercise.
Hate it: That one of the near by schools uses our YMCA pool to practice in the evenings and it is impossible to get into a lane before 8:00 PM. (They just built a brand new school a couple years ago...they could have added on a pool...)
Love it: When my baby girl moves my belly all around. I can't help but just sit and stare at it.
Hate it: That I still have 8 weeks until she is ready to come out (at least...)
Love it: Pudding
Hate it: Jell-O (and yes...there is a big difference between Jell-O and pudding)
Love it: A nice warm fire going on a beautiful evening (with S'mores)
Hate it: Mosquitoes
Love it: tickling my husband
Hate it: when he tickles me (you would think we would come up with some kind of truce, but alas... we have not.)
Love it: That my husband has been able to single-handily put together all of the furniture for the baby's room.
Hate it: That I still have laundry to put away... He has put together a dresser, rocking chair, stroller/car seat and I still haven't put away the laundry.
Love it: That I've had very little sickness and puking throughout my pregnancy
Hate it: That I've had "chronic nasal congestion" the entire time. I would much rather have this problem than puking all the time...but I've blown my nose MORE than enough times in the last 7 months! (Authors note: The next time I get pregnant I am taking out some stock in Kleenex!)
Love it: The Office, Big Bang Theory, and Bones
Hate it: Glee.
Love it: That we are officially all moved in!
Hate it: All the stupid boxes we have around the house. If you are moving and in need of some boxes...just let me know!
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