My best friend from highschool, Stacey, came to visit with her husband, Tait, and their two kids, Chase (3) and Izzy, (1). Anny and Chase are like 2 peas in a pod, and had so much fun. Here's where they discovered the joys of a spinny chair and a friend.
Our growing baby had her first taste of real food a few days ago. We gave her applesauce. It wasn't a big hit. We gave her sweet potatoes the next day, and she liked those a lot better. Here are some photos of the dissapointing applesauce.
Our "Love Story" isn't unique, or heart wrenchingly dreamy. I suppose there is some romance to being married to an Air Force pilot, but no happy couple likes to be separated by hundreds of miles, no matter how patriotic the cause, and that's what pilots do. They fly away. However despite the heartache I know will come with my husband's first deployment, I can still say with all my heart it's worth it for the moments he's here. He really is my Romeo, knight in shining armor, and Prince Charming all in one. Not to mention he's very much a hero in our daughters' eyes. I love Taylor Swift's song Love Story, because despite its unrealistic lyrics of princes and princesses in love, it still reminds me of our own story. Probably because underneath all her pretty descriptions is a song about real, intoxicating, everlasting, butterflies-in-your-tummy love, and that's what we have.
Merrylee was chattering away today in her swing, of course until I pulled out the video camera. Then she looked at me curiously, and silently. Anny was also curious about what I was doing, and brought a little friend with her to check it out.
We drove to New Hampshire last week to attend the funeral for my husband's Uncle Carl. While it was a sad ocassion, it was nice to see so much family, and the girls got to experience that neat white stuff that comes with really cold temperatures! Merrylee didn't seem too impressed, but Anny, who sleeps with a stuffed snowman, was very excited. She's here with Grandma, and her Aunt Felicity. Grandma is holding "Snowman" Anny's stuffed friend.
First and foremost, I'm a Mommy. I'm also despite my best efforts, a nerd. As my parents would constantly remind us as kids, nerd parents make little nerdlings! So I've finally decided to stop fighting, and embrace it. Besides, nowhere in the definition of a nerd did it say one can't be pretty.
Boo. I wanted to love this book. I really got pulled into the first two of this series. I find this particular dystopian world a fabulous, creative idea. However, obviously, she didn't know how to end. So she didn't. Very lazy writing I'm afraid. She built you up for a great conclusion, your heart desperate for resolve, and it never comes. Have you ever had a book you loved, ruined due to a bad ending? I'd put this entire series in that category. She tried to give an empty excuse of saying the entire point of the story is we don't have all the answers. Every author who "ends by not ending" tries the same thing. I don't buy into it though, again, that's lazy. We read a story to know how a problem is resolved. The deeper the problem, the more satisfying the resolve. She took her readers in deep, and them dumped them. Again, boo. Would never recommend. What a let down. Instead of feeling thrilled and empowered by a potentially great story, I'm angry at the sloppy, lazy writing, and am suffering from readers remorse, big time.
