*Chad is the Goblin King (i.e. David Bowie) from the movie "Labyrinth". And, yes, those are lady pants.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween!
*Chad is the Goblin King (i.e. David Bowie) from the movie "Labyrinth". And, yes, those are lady pants.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
October in a Nutshell
I love October. The weather cools, the leaves change and the holiday season officially starts. And there are always so many fun things to do around Seattle that we end up cramming the month full of adventures. This October was no exception!
October 10th: We went to the Penumbra Fantasy Faire where Chad bought not one, but two, fantastically medieval swords. What will he do with said swords? Who knows. But I can tell you that I don't think I've ever seen him quite so giddy.
October 17th: We made a family trip out to Stocker Farms in Snohomish. We got a ton of really cool pumpkins and several bags of crisp yummy apples.
October 19th: I had my gender-determining ultrasound and discovered that in March, it would be a little girl joining our family. Yeah for Baby Anna! Tell me that's not the cutest hand you've ever seen in your whole life. Go ahead. I dare ya!
October 21st: Natty had her first filling. She was so brave at the dentist office and looked so tiny in that big chair!
October 22nd-October 28th: We had a fun filled visit from Aunt Jessica, Uncle Todd, Cousin Luke, Grandma Trittipo and Aunt Laurie.
October 24th: Pumpkin Prowl at Woodland Park Zoo. Mikey was a werewolf and Natty was a "haunted kangaroo."
October 25th: The ward primary program. The kids sounded amazing and I didn't fall off my box even once. Whew.
October 27th: We caught a Casper Babypants concert at the Des Moines Library first thing in the morning, then headed over to Beth's for breakfast. Beth's is a super tasty greasy spoon that we discovered on Man vs. Food (see youtube clip below). Chad and I shared a 6 egg "makin' bacon" omelet and a most delicious cinnamon roll. (p.s. West Coast Adam from the tv show is my hair dresser's boyfriend. So cool!)
After breakfast, we headed out to Thomasson Farms. It is officially the best pumpkin patch ever. We played in the corn hut, ran the corn maze and pet the animals.
That night we headed over to the Showbox in Seattle to see a band called "The Sounds." By the end of the night I was T-I-R-E-D, but it was a great day.
October 28th: Our guests went home and the kids were pretty bummed to be in an empty house again, so Chad and I dragged them back out to Thomasson Farms. This time it was completely empty, so Chad got in the corn hut with them. So cute! We did the corn maze again (this time without clues) and pet the animals. Shorty the miniature horse had a terrible itch that Chad caught on film. So funny!
Tonight is the ward Halloween Party. Chad will be attending as the Goblin King from the infamous movie "Labyrinth." I can't wait!
I love October!!!
October 10th: We went to the Penumbra Fantasy Faire where Chad bought not one, but two, fantastically medieval swords. What will he do with said swords? Who knows. But I can tell you that I don't think I've ever seen him quite so giddy.
October 17th: We made a family trip out to Stocker Farms in Snohomish. We got a ton of really cool pumpkins and several bags of crisp yummy apples.
October 19th: I had my gender-determining ultrasound and discovered that in March, it would be a little girl joining our family. Yeah for Baby Anna! Tell me that's not the cutest hand you've ever seen in your whole life. Go ahead. I dare ya!
October 21st: Natty had her first filling. She was so brave at the dentist office and looked so tiny in that big chair!
October 22nd-October 28th: We had a fun filled visit from Aunt Jessica, Uncle Todd, Cousin Luke, Grandma Trittipo and Aunt Laurie.
October 24th: Pumpkin Prowl at Woodland Park Zoo. Mikey was a werewolf and Natty was a "haunted kangaroo."
October 25th: The ward primary program. The kids sounded amazing and I didn't fall off my box even once. Whew.
October 27th: We caught a Casper Babypants concert at the Des Moines Library first thing in the morning, then headed over to Beth's for breakfast. Beth's is a super tasty greasy spoon that we discovered on Man vs. Food (see youtube clip below). Chad and I shared a 6 egg "makin' bacon" omelet and a most delicious cinnamon roll. (p.s. West Coast Adam from the tv show is my hair dresser's boyfriend. So cool!)
After breakfast, we headed out to Thomasson Farms. It is officially the best pumpkin patch ever. We played in the corn hut, ran the corn maze and pet the animals.
That night we headed over to the Showbox in Seattle to see a band called "The Sounds." By the end of the night I was T-I-R-E-D, but it was a great day.
October 28th: Our guests went home and the kids were pretty bummed to be in an empty house again, so Chad and I dragged them back out to Thomasson Farms. This time it was completely empty, so Chad got in the corn hut with them. So cute! We did the corn maze again (this time without clues) and pet the animals. Shorty the miniature horse had a terrible itch that Chad caught on film. So funny!
Tonight is the ward Halloween Party. Chad will be attending as the Goblin King from the infamous movie "Labyrinth." I can't wait!
I love October!!!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
It's a Girl!!!
Meet Anna Elizabeth Perkins!!! We had our ultrasound yesterday and it was sooo amazing! They have improved a ton since Natty was swimming around in my tummy. We saw all the chambers of her heart, her brain, her kidneys, her bladder---and really cute things like her hands, ears, lips, feet, eyes, and profile. She seemed bothered by the ultrasound tech. Anytime they tried to take a picture of her hands or feet she would move them. And she kept covering her ears with her hands. It was absolutely amazing. So, Anna is 1.) a girl, 2.) healthy & 3.) Due March 6th. Happy, happy, happy!!!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Confessions of a Spazz
Guys, I have a confession to make. We've lived in the area for over two years now and I just can't keep up the front anymore. It is simply too much effort to pretend to be something I'm not. So, I'm just going to confess. I am a spazz. By which I mean, I am a total, complete klutz. It is in my genetic makeup. No amount of concentration, muscle development, or grace lessons can change who I am. I like to believe that it somehow makes me more lovable--that my mishaps and foibles are more endearing than annoying. Heck, it helped me win Chad's heart back in our singles ward days (the first time I was at his house, I hit my head on a low hanging lamp. Twice. In a matter of minutes. His mom offered me a cold can of pop to hold on my bump). And people certainly aren't intimidated by me as I stumble my way through life, which has to help somewhat in the pursuit of making friends. But, lately I've noticed my "less-than-graceful" incidences are on the increase. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. Maybe it's because I'm rounding the bend on 30. Maybe it's because I'm so darned tired all the time. Whatever the case, it's made it so that I can't pretend to be coordinated any longer. I have officially been ousted.
One example: Yesterday I hit myself in the head with my car door. What was I doing? Getting in. Hands were free. Vision unobstructed. For whatever reason though, my depth perception was off. And I bashed myself in the face with the driver's side door. A few weeks ago I fell down the stairs. Again, for no apparent reason. Luckily I caught myself (in a rather awkward position) and protected the poor unsuspecting fetus in my belly from becoming a pancake.
My blunders aren't restricted to the realm of physical comedy though. Since being pregnant, my breath has undergone an amazing transformation. Almost overnight it started to smell. And I do mean smell. Like, "does this girl even own a toothbrush?" kind of smell. I brush and floss and rinse to no end, but it makes no difference. Finally I broke down and bought some rather expensive, on-brand mouthwash that claimed to be able to conquer even the worst morning breath. The instructions said to brush your teeth, gargle with the mouthwash for 30 seconds, then rinse. Easy enough. So I set in with high hopes. I brushed my teeth. I measured out the correct amount of rinse. I gargled. And gargled. And gargled. As I daydreamed of donuts and Costco hotdogs (remember, I'm pregnant), my 30 seconds turned to a minute. Then several minutes. I probably had the stuff in my mouth a good 3-4 minutes before I snapped out of it and spit. No bother, right? If 30 seconds is good than 3 minutes should be fine. It's only mouth wash. WRONG. I had apparently swooshed the stuff around my ol' kisser long enough to actually alter the chemical makeup of my mouth. My taste buds were burnt. For 3 days everything tasted like toothpaste. Every time I took a breath through my mouth it had the minty cool sensation you get after eating an altoid. On the upside, Chad said my breath smelled like it had been recently brushed, no matter what I had just eaten.
And so, I confess. I am who I am. I will no longer pretend that I can push a cart through Office Depot without knocking over a huge display of dvds (hey--at least I picked them up). Or that I can run on the treadmill without falling (although this has only happened once, so it hardly counts). Or back my brand new car out of the driveway without hitting a trash can and shattering my rear light (in my defense, it was dark and the trash can had been knocked into the street). Or that I can make a snow cone with a silly $10 kid's snow cone machine without needing stitches (even the nurses made fun of me for that one). I will continue to console myself with the fact that I have never done anything really bad. I have never started a fire or dropped a baby. My accidents only hurt myself, and it turns out I heal rather quickly. And I can live with that.
***One last confession since I'm here anyway: I am a rather newly called Primary chorister and our primary program is coming up in two weeks. Being the uncoordinated goof that I am, the thought of standing on a pedestal in front of the entire ward and "gracefully" conducting music in time with a really good pianist has me really nervous. So nervous that a few nights ago I dreamt that my primary presidency fired me and brought in an amazing lady from another church's gospel choir. I remember being sooo relieved in my dream. Also, really impressed. Somehow the lady convinced Bishop Leder to let the kids all wear choir robes while they clapped and swayed enthusiastically to the music. It may have been just a dream, but it was the most entertaining primary program I have ever attended.
One example: Yesterday I hit myself in the head with my car door. What was I doing? Getting in. Hands were free. Vision unobstructed. For whatever reason though, my depth perception was off. And I bashed myself in the face with the driver's side door. A few weeks ago I fell down the stairs. Again, for no apparent reason. Luckily I caught myself (in a rather awkward position) and protected the poor unsuspecting fetus in my belly from becoming a pancake.
My blunders aren't restricted to the realm of physical comedy though. Since being pregnant, my breath has undergone an amazing transformation. Almost overnight it started to smell. And I do mean smell. Like, "does this girl even own a toothbrush?" kind of smell. I brush and floss and rinse to no end, but it makes no difference. Finally I broke down and bought some rather expensive, on-brand mouthwash that claimed to be able to conquer even the worst morning breath. The instructions said to brush your teeth, gargle with the mouthwash for 30 seconds, then rinse. Easy enough. So I set in with high hopes. I brushed my teeth. I measured out the correct amount of rinse. I gargled. And gargled. And gargled. As I daydreamed of donuts and Costco hotdogs (remember, I'm pregnant), my 30 seconds turned to a minute. Then several minutes. I probably had the stuff in my mouth a good 3-4 minutes before I snapped out of it and spit. No bother, right? If 30 seconds is good than 3 minutes should be fine. It's only mouth wash. WRONG. I had apparently swooshed the stuff around my ol' kisser long enough to actually alter the chemical makeup of my mouth. My taste buds were burnt. For 3 days everything tasted like toothpaste. Every time I took a breath through my mouth it had the minty cool sensation you get after eating an altoid. On the upside, Chad said my breath smelled like it had been recently brushed, no matter what I had just eaten.
And so, I confess. I am who I am. I will no longer pretend that I can push a cart through Office Depot without knocking over a huge display of dvds (hey--at least I picked them up). Or that I can run on the treadmill without falling (although this has only happened once, so it hardly counts). Or back my brand new car out of the driveway without hitting a trash can and shattering my rear light (in my defense, it was dark and the trash can had been knocked into the street). Or that I can make a snow cone with a silly $10 kid's snow cone machine without needing stitches (even the nurses made fun of me for that one). I will continue to console myself with the fact that I have never done anything really bad. I have never started a fire or dropped a baby. My accidents only hurt myself, and it turns out I heal rather quickly. And I can live with that.
***One last confession since I'm here anyway: I am a rather newly called Primary chorister and our primary program is coming up in two weeks. Being the uncoordinated goof that I am, the thought of standing on a pedestal in front of the entire ward and "gracefully" conducting music in time with a really good pianist has me really nervous. So nervous that a few nights ago I dreamt that my primary presidency fired me and brought in an amazing lady from another church's gospel choir. I remember being sooo relieved in my dream. Also, really impressed. Somehow the lady convinced Bishop Leder to let the kids all wear choir robes while they clapped and swayed enthusiastically to the music. It may have been just a dream, but it was the most entertaining primary program I have ever attended.
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