In the Beginning

Six years ago, June 14th was a Saturday. The day started out with Erik and me helping my sister move out of my parents house. She was moving in with her BFF Mackenzie. I was taking apart a shelf and when I pulled out one of the plastic legs it hit me in the forehead and I sustained an injury. Nothing too serious, but there was blood and a I was left with a headache. I still have a scar in my right eyebrow from the incident. After helping Catherine, Erik and I went back to his apartment to hang out. We spent the afternoon flipping between SNLs (this was back in the day before E! had the exclusive rights and SNL could be found on at least one channel any hour of the day), watching a movie with Andrew McCartney, dozing on the couch, and making out.

After a fairly uneventful, but thoroughly pleasant afternoon, we decided it was time to get some dinner. We went back and forth and finally I picked Golden Corral. All that moving and kissing can wear a girl out and I had quite an appetite. After dinner Erik and I went over to Lake Johnson to walk around the park, which is something we had done often while dating. After walking for a bit, we sat down on a bench to rest and enjoy the scenery. While we were talking I picked up a stick and wrote E hearts E in the dirt. Erik said it was his turn and told me I had to close my eyes. When he told me I could open them, there was a message that said, "Will you marry me?" written on the ground. Then he got down on one knee, pulled out a ring box, and proposed. I, of course, said yes. For the next hour we sat on the bench, and all I could do was laugh because I was totally in shock that I was getting married. As a side note, I would not have picked going to Golden Corral for dinner had I known that I would be getting engaged later. The rest is our story. I just want Erik (and anyone who stops by) to know that I love him. He is a wonderful husband and father and I'm am truly grateful to have such a wonderful man to ride this rollercoaster of life with.

Fluffy Day

Monday was declared a no nap day by Amelia. Instead of napping, she decided to pull the fluff out of her pillow. Fluff everywhere. I'm not sure if the memory foam was better than if it had been feathers. The following is what took place when it was time to clean up the fluff.

After getting up as much as we could by hand it was time to employ the vacuum.

Fatal Attraction

As Charlotte's mobility increases, those things that she is and is not interested in become more apparent. Currently a few of her favorite things are electrical cords, paper, and plastic bags. This is very reminiscent of Amelia's likes and dislikes at this same age. Why is it that the baskets and bins full of toys hold no interest, while those things which can cause the most harm are intensely attractive? I believe surviving infancy is truly a feat. More specifically, I feel that me surviving my daughters infancy warrants congratulations. The fun goes on.

On a completely unrelated note, today we attended the christening of Erik's nephew Anderson. Before the service began I took Amelia to use the bathroom. We walked into the stall and I turned around to latch the door. The latch looked something like this, except that there was a hole in the door for the bolt to slide into.


The hole and the bolt and hole were not lined up very well, and I worked and worked trying to make the door latch. I even tried lifting the door in attempts to get the door to latch. I was getting somewhat frustrated when I glanced up a few inches and saw there was another option.



The hook slipped into the eye without a problem except for the feeling of foolishness that lingeres with me.

It's going to be like Christmas . . .

As I've been packing the remaining items at our house in New Bern, I realize that in twoish years when it comes time to open these boxes, it's going to be like Christmas seeing all my, um sorry Erik, our stuff again. Mostly this applies to the kitchen and bathroom stuff because all of our bedroom stuff is already with us in Beaufort. I also wonder if it is worth keep the electric skillet that I use maybe once a year. I'm trying to convince Erik to get rid of the George Foreman Grill, but he has some sort of unnatural attachment to that thing so off it goes into storage. Perhaps if I get rid of the skillet he'll let the Foreman go. We'll see.

Perhaps someday when we finally organize all the stuff that we've brought to Beaufort it will be like a wonderful Christmas present not to live in the disorganized chaos anymore. Keeping up with two children day in and day out leaves me with little desire to clean and organize when, and if, the opportunity arises. Oh well, I guess I should go and try to get some more stuff packed.

Goals Schmoals (OR This is for you Catherine) AND Mean/Medium/Mode

A few days ago I was talking on the phone with my sister and as we were hanging up she said, "Post on your blog." For the past three weeks or so, each Sunday I set a goal to post on my blog that week. Quite obviously this has not happened. Perhaps at this point you are wondering if all my blog posts are going to be devoted to my lack of posting. Well, its possible. I'm not making any promises at this point. I would like to remind everyone that Erik started this blog without first consulting with me, so I made no inherent promises at the onset of this blog. Maybe everyone should email Erik. Email Title: Post on your blog. Email Message: That is all.

I would now like to change the title of this post to Mean/Medium/Mode. All of these are a way of measuring an average. When we listed our house on the market, our agent told us that the average market time is six months. We listed our house the Monday after Easter. Not quite four weeks later (Mothers' Day weekend) we received and offer on our home. After some back and forth, we now have a contract with a closing date set for on or before July 2nd. The inspection went well and now we are hoping that the buyers loan process goes well so that we can get this wrapped up. I can officially say that all those hours of HGTV I watched were not for nothing.

In other news Charlotte has officially started crawling, sitting up from the crawling position, and pulling herself up in her crib. What the heck? My little almost seven month old (on Tuesday) is growing up so fast! This is how I found her after one of her naps today.

Ugh

I'm not sure what my problem is (no comments from the peanut gallery please) but I just cannot get motivated to post on our blog. Quite a bit has gone on in the last month or so. We've finally got our house on the market (fingers crossed for a quick sale!), I've been working on potty training Amelia (don't get me started), Easter and so forth. We've had some fun weekends meeting up with my old roommate Risa and her husband Bryan and last weekend Catherine came down to visit.

Adjusting to our new routine here in Beaufort is going pretty well. Amelia has been waking up at 6:30 in the morning and I DON'T like that at all. The girls have been sicky sicky this last week, and unlike previous boughts of illness, the girls actually slept well (instead of less) during their illness. I'm definitely enjoying having cable. One of my new favorite shows is "Say Yes to the Dress" on TLC. Love it! I feel like I'm apart of cultural America now. On that note, I'll leave you with a couple pictures of my completely adorable girls.

It's Not Just My Birthstone

Opal, that is - now it is the name of the street we live on too. Yes, we've officially moved to Beaufort. We've been here three weeks and so far things are going pretty well. Amelia absolutely loves living with Nana and having Tay-Tay (her cousin Taylor) close by. Life has been a little, well a lottle, crazy between settling into our new surroundings and going back and forth to New Bern working on getting our house ready for sale. I am exhausted and very tired of not being able to find anything. Hopefully, in the near future, we'll be done working on our house (and it will sell quickly) and we'll be settled in here.