Our first anniversary is coming up. I'm pretty sure I know what I'm getting Martin, but it's somewhat lame so I'm hoping to think of something better soon. The first anniversary gift is paper.
Last night we went on a Favorite Date. I was so close to buying the Better Homes & Gardens magazine. It had so many cute Christmas decorating and gift ideas! (However, the Country Living was worthless.) Before we went on our favorite date we took [kind of a lot of] pictures of Anja in her cute hoodie bear suit. Here is a small sampling:
If you want to know how stupid, stupid, stupid I am, you can know that I've been up since 4:30 this morning and Anja's been asleep almost the whole time. (almost.) I could have taken a shower and be ready for my day by now, but instead of being productive (except for the load of darks I did) guess what I've been doing? Uploading wedding pictures onto my computer and putting them on facebook. And then while I was at it, I uploaded these Anja pictures and I put them on Facebook too. Ugh!! I annoy myself so much sometimes.
Here's a fun story. Yesterday I woke up craving a vanilla chai. And of course, cravings are always WAY worse when you know there isn't any possible way you can satisfy it. So that's how I felt yesterday morning--hopeless. Then Martin texted me and asked if it was okay if his sister came over to dry her jeans because their drier had broken that morning. A few minutes later his sister texted me to ask the same thing and said she'd bring a chai for me when she came. (Keep in mind I had kept my craving to myself.) So later on she did come over and she did bring me a chai and it was delicious and perfect in every way. Later that afternoon, long after TusaRebecca had come and gone, Martin texted me and asked if she had brought me a chai. Well, yes she had! and I asked him why he asked. Evidently, that was the condition under which he would let her come dry her jeans. She was only allowed use of our drier if she brought me a chai. Martin makes a great husband, but sometimes I wonder if I'd so much enjoy having him as a brother....
I'm starting to worry about Theodore knocking over Anja's bassinet. He's tried twice from two different angles to get into it, and since he's a big idiot and doesn't know how to retract his claws, he gets stuck on it and just pulls to get loose, which could potentially pull the whole thing over because it really isn't all that sturdy. I hate getting mad at him and I really hate the idea of shutting our bedroom door and not allowing him in at night, but at the same time, I can't very well let him knock over the bassinet and kill our baby, can I?
Our weekend this weekend is going to be crazy and I hope it's as fun as I'm expecting it to be too. We have loads of errands to do on Saturday, including taking my engagement ring up to the jeweler in Monticello and having the setting checked. Then on Sunday it is Aurelio's 1st birthday party so we'll be going up to Chicago right after church. Yesterday Martin and I both spent the day thinking it was Friday. I think of all days to get mixed up on that, Monday is clearly the worst. We must be subconsciously nervous about the upcoming weekend and all its busyness.
And finally, because I really am this lame, here is a picture of Anja as she is right this very minute: