New Pictures

We have taken a ton of pictures over the last few days/weeks. Here are the links to look at them.

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46504&l=f8dcc&id=532216180

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46506&l=5c65f&id=532216180

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46507&l=e4116&id=532216180

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46510&l=8770c&id=532216180

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=46511&l=d2b37&id=532216180

Names

Which one of y'all voted for Sharmaine!?! Have you lost your mind!?! :) Thanks for all the votes. My favorite is being beaten out, but oh well I still get the finally decision, right?!? I guess Peter gets an opinion too. I would be interested to see who voted for what, so if you want to tell me please do so. I have my ultrasound on the 3rd of April so we'll find if the baby is healthy and whether or not it is boy or a girl. I am beginning to think it is a girl. No particular reason, just a hunch. All I know for sure is that I have heartburn (and I mean nasty heartburn) all day everyday. Plus the Miss says the baby is girl because she wants a baby sister, not a baby brother. She also says the baby's name is Rose, but if it is a boy his name will be Diaper. The baby, when it grows up will be the big sister and Michaela will be the little sister. The poor thing wants a big sister so bad!

Good deeds

So, I tried to do something nice for a stranger today and boy did it bite me in the behind. I was driving back from running errands in Spanaway, which is about 45 minutes from where I live. I had been on the way back for about 5 minutes when I saw a girl waving frantically from the side of the road. I had Michaela and Jameson (a friend) with me so normally I wouldn't have stopped but back in December when my clutch went kaput on the side of a busy road NO ONE stopped to see if I needed help. I felt bad for the girl so I pulled over. She walks up to my window and says that she ran out of gas trying to get to her friends house. She can't remember where he lives (she has a vague idea "it's about five minutes from here"), does not have a gas can, nor does she have money for gas. I tell her that I will take her to friends house so that he can help her. We drive 20 minutes up the road only for her to tell me that we passed the turn off to his house five minutes ago, or so she thinks. At this point in time I can picture myself pulling over and pushing her out of the car. Michaela thought it was an adventure, but poor Jameson kept saying "I want to go home. My Mommy misses me." We take the turn-off and drive ten minutes down the road before we find the correct street. We drive five more minutes into the woods, and I think "We are all going to be killed." Eventually we come across the friends house and low and behold... no one is there. She finds a milk jug to put gas in and I drive fifteen minutes, back the way we came, to a gas station. She overfills the milk jug with gas but luckily has the smarts to go in and get a bag to put it in. That sounded meaner than I meant for it too. :) Then we back track 20 minutes and leave her at her car. Forty-five minutes later we arrive at home more than a hour and a half after I wanted to be home. James is never going to want to go anywhere with us again, and Michaela keeps asking where the girl in the blue shirt is.

Beef. It's what for dinner.

My girl is the only kid I know who doesn't like french fries, mashed potatoes, gravy, mac n' cheese, chicken nuggets, or spaghetti sauce. She will eat an entire bag of salt and vinegar potato chips (the really sour kind) if I let her, but she doesn't like standard kid fair. The last two nights we have had some form of hamburger for dinner and she ate a big bowl of ground beef with nothing else, just the beef. As long as we call it chicken she will eat whatever meat we put in front of her. She loves a piece of grilled chicken (as long as there is no, what she calls, crust, or in other words grill marks) with a side of broccoli. I am not complaining I just think that she is a bit of an anomaly.

At least it was crayon!

So, Michaela officially knows how to write her name. I have suspected that she could do it for a long time but she is not an on demand sort of child. She has been that way with most things. Once she decided to want to be potty trained she did it herself in less than three days. She had to decide, all on her own, that it was okay to no longer have a binky. She was already four, but don't push the kid! I have been asking her to write her name for months, but she pretends that she doesn't know how. Then to my surprise today I found it written in crayon on the wall in the playroom. All letters were written correctly and were even approximately the same size. After my initial reaction of "why the wall?" I realized she had done it all on her own and was quite proud.

The whole wide world of blogging!

Since there are so many people that I know who blog I though I would jump on the bandwagon. As an added bonus, it will make keeping everyone updated so much easier. We'll see how this goes! :)