The Bumbo Chair

I love the Bumbo Chair. The Bumbo Chair even has a flying elephant picture on the front like they ripped the idea off from Dumbo (in case you didn't connect the dots). This is a funny little picture of my fat little man sittin' in the Bumbo Chair.

Moving My Mom

So, this last weekend, Mark and I spent a very unromantic 2nd anniversary moving my mom from Colville, Washington (north of Spokane) down to Portland and into our house. We are very excited to have her here as it helps us out tremendously to have her helping us take care of Bailey since we both work full-time. Okay, that all said...what a friggin' nightmare!! All the years I was in college, every time my mom would move, I would tell her "Mom! Don't get rid of that! It was my favorite Trapper Keeper from 7th grade! Have a heart, for the love of God!" In case anyone wants to see any of my grade school report cards, I guilted her into saving all of them over the years...it won't come as any kind of shock that all my teachers said "Mary is so smart and such a joy to have in class...BUT she needs to not talk so much." HAHA!! At any rate, we filled a 10' U-Haul truck as well as a 5'x8' U-Haul trailer full of her stuff and had to fit all of it into a 5'x7' storage unit. By the grace of God, we managed it but HOLY CRAP. At one point, I said to Mark, "If I see one more box labeled 'Knick Knacks', I'm going to scream!" Wouldn't you know that the very next box I picked up said "Trinkets" as if that was somehow less annoying than "knick knacks". What a hoot. Happy Anniversary to us. After working our buns off all day, we decided we had to "celebrate" somehow so we drove to Clackamas (we live in Troutdale) and had dinner at the new Claim Jumper restaurant there. We loved the food but we were so exhausted that we just sat and stared at each other...and not in the romantic way you might think.

Here's a picture of Bailey chewing on a tater tot wrapper when we stopped for lunch on Sunday in the booming metropolis of Ritzville, Washington. This was right after he puked all over Grandma...haha...he was feeling good then! :) I will blog some other time about Bailey's version of the road trip...

Dumbest Thing...

I just did the dumbest thing I've done in quite some time. The best thing about it is that a) I'm now telling everyone else about it and b) that I was home by myself with no one to laugh with me. Okay, so here's what happened:

If you know me even a little bit, you know that I love to drink Diet Coke, it's definitely my favorite drink. Since I drink it so much, I buy it at Costco in the 32 pack. Well, if you've ever purchased the 32 pack of Diet Coke at Costco, you know that it comes shrink wrapped. Not usually a big deal except that today, I had something else (a Costco muffin, if you must know) in my other hand and I was trying to get the shrink wrap off a new case of Diet Coke. Since I only had one hand free, it was more difficult than normal to get the wrap off so I, being the resourceful moron that I am, look around my garage (which doubles as our "pantry") for the nearest tool to use to rip off the shrink wrap. Suddenly, my eyes land on a screwdriver--HARK! A sharp object! Some of you already know where this is going...for the rest of you that don't have experience with a sharp object and a beer-I mean, soda- can...you might be surprised when I tell you that when I stuck the screwdriver into the plastic wrap, I wasn't as accurate as I thought I was with my positioning of the screwdriver BETWEEN the soda cans. Keeping in mind that I had a muffin in one hand and I'm standing in my stocking feet in my garage, let's just say that when my screwdriver connected with the Diet Coke can, it was quite an explosion. So here I am, trying to find a place in the garage to set my muffin down while Diet Coke is spraying me, literally, from head to toe. I was laughing so hard at myself but then I suddenly quit laughing when I realized I had wasted a perfectly good Diet Coke. Crap.

Blogging Rookie

Okay, so after much pressure from several people in my life, I have succumbed and created a blog. Once I figure out what a blog is, I'm sure I'll really catch on to what I'm supposed to do.

I always think I'm funnier than other people think I am but I guess there are a few closet Mary fans out there who are remotely interested in reading whatever random things I might have to say.

This is the most pressure I've been under in quite a while...well, since last time I got pulled over for something! :) Since having a blog seems like a good excuse to post pictures of my cute baby, I will take advantage of the opportunity!