What Can I Say?

This is one of the very first photos I took with my camera on my computer. So much has changed, but is so much the same. I live in the same house, but the walls are a different color. The lamp in still there, but in a different spot. I still make "bottles" for the baby, but they're sippy cups and filled with milk not formula. She still eats crunchy things, but they're usually pretzels or Goldfish Crackers. The baby still plays with remotes, but it's usually when she's trying to figure out how to turn on Little Einstein. The baby still, well... my baby. But she's walking and talking and about twice the size she is in this photo. Not to mention she has a lot more hair now.

I still love her. But I think I love her more and more everyday. My little Tookie Bean.

The Perfect Bacon

Been meaning to post this for a while. I made bacon. And though I feel that bacon is always beautiful, I found these slices to be distinctly so. The weren't burnt, nor chewy. Just beautifully, deliciously crunchy bacon slices. They were enjoyed by the whole family.

Bacon, how I love thee. Thanks for being so, good.

Couch Potatoes

The other day, Jas came home bearing gifts of pretzels. He handed the opened bag to Beans and plopped down to cuddle. Of course when Daddy comes home it's generally time for some cartoons too.

So here's sleeping Daddy and couch potato Beans.

Normally this type of behavior is something I discourage, but he was so tired and she was so happy. She would occasionally stop to point out that Daddy was next to her. And they were so cute. Would you disturb them?

Gah Daddy!

It's official. Beans love "Gah Daddy". We saw my dad over the weekend. Within 24 hours she was following him around and shouting "Gah Daddy". And I'm pretty sure you can see clearly from the photo, Gah Daddy adores his tiny Beans.

This photo is one of my favourites of the whole event. It was taken just after they had finished playing in the rain. They were soaked with rain and happiness.

I think these two are going to be buddies. Just maybe, you know?

I Made It Over 25 Years!

What have I managed to do for that long? Not get stung/bitten by a bee, wasp, hornet, etc. But that all changed today. Something got me.

I was minding my own business, just put the baby down for a nap, and opened the front door to get the mail (baby monitor in hand, mind you). And then... whoa Nelly! Pain, ouch, pain, pain pain! In a half hour I'm sure I cussed more than I have in the past year total. If I couldn't have made a sailor blush, I could have surely made one giggle.

Instant stinging! Like jumping around in the front yard, flailing and going berserk. It felt like pulsing fire. This leads me to believe (from the research I've done) it was a wasp sting. Supposedly the burn... a lot.

Best part... I had no clue what to do! I thought about using an expired EpiPen. I called my husband, no answer. I call my dad, he's not sure. He made a call to a nurse friend, but while I waited I called two other people for advice, posted questions in two forums, and managed to google first aid for stings.

Long story short. I didn't jam the EpiPen in my leg and I think I'm going to be just fine. I wrapped in a vinegar soaked baby burp rag, took some ibuprofen, cleaned it with soap and water, applied ice for 20 minutes, then smothered it in baking soda paste and bandaged it. I think I covered the first aid.

Now I'm debating whether to have it checked by a doctor or just keep an eye on it. I'll probably just watch it. It's swollen, red, burning, and all out irritating, but isn't that bad... I think. As long as it's not oozing pus, turning strange colours, or making me delirious with fever, I'm sure it will be fine.

So heres to you little bug that bit or stung me. You've ended an era. Thank you?