A Whole Lot to Tell the World

This little girl has become quite the talker. Perhaps she has inherited from her father what he likes to call the "gift of gab." Here's a video of her babbling away.

An Unexpected Outing

Now that the good weather is here, one of my tasks every morning is to water the garden and lawn. This morning I decided to start in the front yard since I knew I last left the sprinkler there. I strapped Nora into the front pack and we bounded out the front door for our watering session. Being the brilliant mastermind that I am, I decided to lock the front door since I knew that I'd just be heading around the house to the back in a few minutes. This was a wonderful plan up until I started heading around to the back yard and the "duh" light bulb went on. Guess who forgot that the back door was also locked! Sure enough, I went over and the back door wouldn't budge. Neither would the garage door. Darn our thoroughness of locking doors! As it turns out, I was able to get one of the screens out of the window, but the window was locked. I stink at breaking in to houses - even my own house.

Now let me paint a clearer picture for you. I had rolled out of bed only about 20 minutes ago, and the only thing I had done to prepare for this "outing" was put on shorts and a t-shirt. My hair is...interesting, heaven knows how I smell, and I probably have some sleep drool crusted on the corners of my mouth. Oh, let's not forget I have a baby strapped to my front who is still in pajamas.

Now I'm thinking of my options...
1) Stay outside all day until Sam comes home. Can you imagine how full of a diaper Nora would have by then? Hey, talk about an opportunity to get a lot done in the yard!
2) Go next door and call Sam at work. However, I knew Sam had an important meeting he was going to be in this morning, so who knows if he would even answer his phone.
3) Break a window. Although that sounds a bit dangerous and expensive.
4) Walk over to Rosenberry's. Maybe he has a house key. But who knows if he's still home or even has a house key.
5) Maybe locking the front door was just a hallucination.

For some reason, questioning my sanity with option 5 sounded a lot less harmful (and more probably favorable!) than the others so I finally went around front to check the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and did the twist forward-push motion. While the knob did not turn, the door did push open. I guess I had locked the door but had not pulled it completely shut. Talk about a close call!

And so I went about watering the back yard, chuckling the whole time.

The Pantry

Yesterday I went to the grocery store and did a little bit of stocking up in the pantry. Whenever I add to my pantry, one of the things I keep in mind is what we would eat in some kind of emergency where we had no access to food. After my thorough survey, it looks like we would have a diet primarily of spaghetti, corn, and cake mix. I'd estimate that we have about two weeks worth of this meal. Hey, it beats top ramen!

Of course I have other items in my pantry, but I think I need to work on diversification a tad more.

Jumping Jellybeans!

Nora was getting quite a kick today out of her jumper. She just kept jumping away, stopping every now and then to take notice of the flashing lights on the panel, then she's start up again. With this kind of endurance, I can easily see a long distance runner or bike rider in her! I have a feeling she's going to sleep well tonight.