The picture of the day

Is it just because I am her mom or is this picture impossible not to laugh at? She has been smiling like this for a couple days now- where she will scrunch her eyes up like that, is cracks me up. I thought I would try a pony tail for the first time- and it just looked silly- her hair is just too straight! but I love this picture- I think It captures Caity today.

Vroom

So today I took on the task of cleaning out the cars on account of John is always giving me a hard time about how dirty my car is. So I started with the car I drive- The Crown vic. I procede to pick up toys, a baby blanket, the stroller, my temple bag- it was pretty untidy. Then I move over to John's car- the honda accord- hmmm....talk about DISGUSTING!! I had to peel sheets of paper off the floor, there were clothes MOLDING in the back seat, there was a bottle that had mold all over the tip, his entire tool chest was spilled out through out the car, homework assignments he was looking for months ago, an orange that was green....I am telling you I wanted to vomit. I don't even want to know where the stains came from all over the seats. I will give him some credit, he does do a lot yardwork and maintenance for a lot of our income, and he is using the car as a truck. But to give me grief about a tickle me elmo? Please.

Gross!

Which should I be more worried about? The fact that my baby was drinking from the toilet or the fact that the toilet was apparently clogged? I don't even know how go on from here...but seeing as the latter issue was Dad's fault I waited until he kissed her cheeks before i washed her off and told him what he was kissing. Just making lemonade with lemons.

Straight up ballers

So today was regionals for eastern idaho special olympics. John and I are partner basketball coaches for the Rigby Hornets, and we pretty much are going to take state. We did pretty well today. The hornets are a part of the unified league- which means two of the three players on the court are "partners"- they don't have any kind of disability. It makes things more competitive which is more fun for the athletes as well as those watching. Some of the partners, however; know the direct route to my nerves. I mean- they foul out and start swearing at one of the athletes- I mean- really? I just want to be like, "Hey remember when you volunteered for special olympics and rammed into that girl with autism- that was really cool." but I am trying to be less sarcastic. Anyhow we were playing a team full of these competitive partners and they were shoving and doing all these hardcore layups. So John puts in Brian, and athlete that just gets so focused and excited that he will do ANYTHING to get the ball. So Brian commences to slap, push, shove and steal the ball like crazy. Now, both John and I understand the importance of teaching athletes sportmanship, but it was too funny to watch Brian just rock these punk highschool kids. At first I was the voice of reason- and I would back up the referee and tell Brian not to hit, while John was on the other side of me cracking up saying- "Brain! Don't change a thing! You are doing great! Go Brian! Everyone needs to play more like Brian!" Of course this game stradegy needs severe improvement in order for state olympics to be at all successful, but today was an enjoyable day. The skill level was probably about the same as young women stake basketball, which gives me a further appreciation to my parents who sat through all those intense, WNBA comparable games. The good news in this blog: off to state championship we go!!! (with everyone else- its a no cut sort of thing- but lets pretend you don't that)...ahem...YAY!

Caitys kissing Caitys

Today we went to Mesa Falls with our friends, the Tresslers. Their boy Ezra is the same-ish age as Caity and she likes playing with him a lot, whenever she sees him she gets really excited and reaches for him. We also went to my old stomping grounds, The Backyard- I will forever cherish my memories working there 9+mo pregnant...They were the only place that was hiring when I was pregnant I feel so grateful to them for that. Then we went to the park and played some, and then we went window shopping and got iron candle sticks because we were moms. Then you wouldn't beleive this but John wanted to go off roading so I took my sticky dirty baby home gave her a bubble bath and she is knocked out and I am so exhausted I can't even feel my legs I think. So my husband is still off discovering the terrain of idaho with his accomplice, Cameron. And I since I will be left widow for the next couple hours I think I will just watch this video of Caity kissing herself- you know what? You should watch it too:


My favorite part though is when she flips around and smiles at John like, "Hey! Dad, what are doing here watching me?" She will sit and kiss herself for hours.

Oh what a day!

Today commenced at 3:00 am with a resident pounding on doors and going potty all over the carpet. I knew it would probably be nice for me to wash the carpet so the morning shift wouldn't have to, but I just wasn't feeling that much compassion, so I laid down and tried to go asleep, thinking it was just a nightmare. What felt like minutes later, my alarm clock went off- "DADADAADDAAAHHHH!!" and my alarm clock is ready for a day of adventures with mommy. I just couldn't let her down- so we went to the park and Caity went on the swing for the first time- which she loved! We played on the other toys walked around the park then headed home. She took a glorious nap while i cleaned up our bedroom. Then I fed Caity peas, then I went to a work meeting and talked about HIPPA much longer than Hippo or whatever should be talked about. Then I went to IF with a friend to help her look for maternity clothes, which are a pain and awfully too expensive. Then I came home and was totally domestic and made John some soup- he had been at school ALL day. Then we watched the Office. And now I am just ready to crash...so that was a day in life of Mary Pdiddy Brassell. I know what an interesting post. PS- I am learning what everyone means when they say, "just wait til she starts crawling." Oh caity.
Night all!

Hey Grandma and Grandpa! Look what I can do!

So all this time we tried to get her to crawl to toys, silly us- Caity doesn't want to play, she wants to eat. It's true she is her mother's daughter. She will do whatever it takes to get to those yogurt melts. It took a couple minutes to convince her a toy is worth the crawl too, but here are the results:


A little awkward- but she gets there! I love how excited she is when she gets to her toy. I just love that girl. Except for right now....right now she needs a diaper change- not my favorite activity with Caity. (I am too immature to be a mom.)