Crafty Creations

We're attending the Disney World Halloween party again this year and I've been busy making shirts for us to wear. It'll probably be hot so I didn't want to do full on costumes, but we needed something festive. I found some clip art online and just printed out iron on transfers. It was cheap and easy. They turned out really cute!

It's a Boy!

We had our 18 week ultrasound this morning and we are expecting another boy! We were both hoping for a boy, but had been psyching ourselves up for a girl so we'd be pleased either way. I personally think ultrasound pictures are kind of creepy since babies are not cute at this stage, but for anyone who cares to see my alien baby, here ya go.


3-D Face
The tech worked and worked to get us a face shot, but we had no problems getting good views of the goods.


Boy Parts- shot from feet up. Legs are tucked under frog style.

The Zoo

We had some wonderful weather so we took advantage and spent the morning at the zoo. Miles loves animals and being outside so the zoo is his kind of place.

Dear Totinos Pizza Co,

Please assume that the people who buy your disgusting $1 frozen pizzas have absolutely no kitchen skills (as evidenced by their willingness to buy and eat a $1 pizza with mystery meat). When you recommend cooking "on the rack" please give further instructions like:
1) Do not melt your wife's plastic spatula trying to remove the pizza that is now stuck to the rack
2) Do not get greasy pizza sauce all over wife's pot holder and oven mit.
3) Line the bottom of the oven with foil so when bits of your mystery meat fall off and burn to the bottom of the oven they can be removed without hassle. The foil also works great for catching all the crumbs that will result in the struggle to pry cooked pizza from the rack it is now firmly adhered to.

Thanks,

Irritated Wife

Beacuse Everybody Needs a Picture of Their Toddler Eatting Spaghetti

Busy Weekend

We started with a family pool party in Shawnee on Saturday. It was fun, but very, very hot! Miles really enjoyed the water and was not the least bit scared of the big pool. Casey had to work, but luckily Grandpa was on hand to help me keep him wrangled.


Sunday Casey and I had a lunch date and then embarked on a shopping spree to stock up on essentials for his upcoming conference at work. He only buys clothes this one time per year which is always right in the middle of the back to school madness. Sigh. He hates shopping so it's hard to get what we need before he gets bored with it and decides to quit.

Me: What size pants do you wear?

Casey: I don't know

Me: What size are the pants you have on?

Casey: I don't know

Me: Let's start with these.

Casey: These fit, let's go

Me: Are you going to come out and show me?

Casey: (stepping out of the door) They fit

Me: They look a little long. Do you want to try the next shorter length.

Casey: No, this is my size

Me: "your" size, you don't even know your size. They look bunchy at your feet.

Casey: I like them that way.

Me: You'll just step on them and ruin the hem.

Casey: I won't step on them if I'm wearing shoes.

Me: Yes, but they will still look bunchy.

Casey: I like them bunchy so they don't look like high waters when I sit down.

Me: Okay, what about the casual pants?

Casey: They're the same size, I don't need to try them on.

Me: Don't you usually like your casual pants a little more baggy than the pants you get for work?

Casey: Bring me the next size up

Shirt selection was even more tedious and I won't even go into his reaction when I suggested a pair of flip flops for the pool. In Casey's world men don't wear shorts and flip flops are only for prison. You can imagine how easy he is to shop for. Casey only managed to find two pairs of pants and one shirt that met all his narrow criteria and as it turns out he already has a shirt almost exactly like the one he bought. He decided to call it quits and we agreed he would look for shoes online.

In other news, I have my 18 week ultrasound on the 25th so we should find out the sex of the baby then.

Weddings are Boring

I learned this the hard way this weekend. Miles came to Brian's wedding. He was pumped to go to a party and have cake. That was his basic understanding of a wedding. So of course he expects cake the minute we walk in the door. Instead there's a lot of waiting and mingling and sitting. Then, things get started and there's even more waiting and sitting and now you have to be quiet. Miles lasted right up until the preacher started talking. We made the best of it for about an hour and then called it a night. We stopped by Braum's on our way home for a strawberry shortcake sundae and Miles had his cake.