another misadventure of miss addie

So nothing to report on the daycare front. She stayed. If she knocked a kid out, they didn't let us know. She was none-to-pleased that we had left her in that place. Apparently it was her understanding that her new school was home to kids and parents alike. We didn't hold up our end of that bargain. When Justin came to pick her up, she wanted to show him around the place but was sure to tell him "Now, don't leave me here this time, okay."

Since today is a dreary day, I thought I could add a bit of sunshine with an old clip of Addison from the beginning of the summer. My daughter is such a lady.

oh, baby.

Remember when I said that if I could have any profession in the world outside of my real job, I would like to be a baby/kid photographer. Well its true. I would need to learn a lot...you know, lighting, angles....what the hell the letters mean on my camera. Just stuff. But I love it. I adore looking at photo blogs. I could spend hours looking at photos of baby toes. My babys are growing up and refuse to let me take their pictures anymore. So when I was asked to take some new photos of my nephew, I was so excited. And scared. I can take a million photos of my kids, no problem. I know what I am looking for and what I want to capture. I keep going til I get what I want. For someone else, its hard to know what the "it" photo will be for them. I want to make everything so perfect, but my knowledge on how to do so is pretty limited. But I decided to wing it.

Meet Keldan.

He is just over a month old. Keldan holds a very special place in my heart. His momma and dad were both high school seniors when they found out he was going to arrive. I remember the variety of emotions that came with that realization when I was a senior. Even more so, I remember just how hard life was after my daughter arrived...and just how much she needed extra loving. I always did the best I could, but there is only so much an 18-year-old parent can do. Eight years later, I think her dad and I just might have it down.

Anyway, he is adorable. He didn't pee on me. And he cooperated....most of the time.

Shop til you drop.

That was an excellent game show. I always thought I would be especially fantastic at it. No such chance as it now only exists in reruns. I really have nothing to say. However, I noted that my last entry was nearly 2 weeks ago. I hate when people do that. I needed a break from work....and I am hoping that as I type the stories will come to me.

Nope. Not yet.

Okay, lets try this one. This weekend the husband went to relive all his glory in St Louis. The girls and I stayed home. I am not one for staying home. Therefore, it was not surprising when we woke up Saturday morning....thought about a trip to Garden and somehow ended up on a trip to Wichita instead.

The first mistake of the trip was realized when I was about 30 miles outside of town. I was taking a toddler to the mall. Probably the busiest mall in Wichita and right when everyone was going to be back to school shopping. I was taking a toddler who's favorite activity at the mall is "hide under all the clothing racks, especially the racks with extra long dresses and see how long I can stay quiet while mom runs around frantically shouting my name." Yeah, I love that game. Anyway, taking Addie was not the mistake. Forgetting the stroller that strap her into most certainly was.

The trip up was a breeze. Redbox is my saving grace and makes roadtrips for the Heeke family quite delightful.

The second mistake hit when I was driving along Kellogg. I was zoning out, as I tend to do while driving. I was driving on autopilot whilst dreaming of what I would like to do to my home and how doing so would make it magazine worthy. While I am an entirely safe driver while zoning out, I am also a fast driver. Pretty soon I noted the flashing lights in my rear view. Damn. The officer told me that I had been doing 71 in a 50-- construction zone to boot, but since I was from out of state he was only going to get me for a 71 in a 60. Yet another time when my procrastination has served me well. Thank you missouri plates and license. However....the officer did not really do me any favors. As I found out on the way out of town, where I was driving was not, in fact, a construction zone. Jerk.

Third mistake became apparent when it came to clothes buying. Someone tell me when my daughter grew up and starting wanting to do things like pick out her own clothes. So maybe I can get over the picking out of the clothes....I just want to know when she grew up. Now that she is older, she not only wants to shop for her own clothes, but she shops with purpose. She even has a "shopping walk." I got to witness a repeat of this walk at Walmart today. If you want to try it out-- it consists of placing one hand on your hip, and swinging the other wildly back and forth while you sashay your hips. Serious. Business. Recognize.

By the end we were all falling apart. Rileigh was getting sick and Addison insisted on kicking her in the head repeatedly. Its just how she shows her love. And she loves her sister a lot. Redbox saved us again on the way home. The DVD player sucked the brains out of my children and the zombies were content the entire way home while I scanned the stations looking in vain for Delilah.

Imprompteu shopping expedition-- success!

Umm...Geek Squad?

It seems that as punishment for my absence they took away my background. After spending an undisclosed amount of time trying to figure it out, I got a background up.....but I sort of look like a prissy teenage blogger. So if you happened upon my blog with the expectation of reading about my latest crush or which friend I am going to ignore today....move along. I know I lured you in with pinkness and fancy chandeliers and that was wrong of me, but I cant seem to fix it. I feel like an 80-year-old.

UPDATE: since i couldn't figure out how to change the color of the words on my blog, I had to find a blog background that matched the colors I already have. That, people, is called thinking outside the box. Shazam.

Life Happened.

That is how I am going to explain my absence. Life happened. I wish it would just get out of my way.

Although it has only been a couple of months since this whirlwind of graduation/moving out/moving in/starting a business/taking the bar started, it feels like it has consumed about 10 years of my life. If I die at 80 as opposed to the ripe ol' age of 90, I am going to blame this week. It stole those years. On a side note, 90 is my chosen age because my husband thinks he can like to at least 95. I want to go first and I figure I will give him 5 years to live it up and make up for the lack of bachelorism he missed by having children and getting married so young.

Business is a-booming. That is all I will say about that aspect for fear the powers that be will swoop down on my blog and use this as a reason to say I am unethical or deduct points from my bar exam.....we can't have that.

We have completed a total of zero projects on our house. Wait, I take that back. I painted the bedroom. It is a lovely shade of blue, textured using Ralph Lauren suede paint. My husband hates it. Hate might be a mild term for how he feels. My husband, who never has had an opinion on ANYTHING house related, chose to voice an opinion on the only thing I have done to our new home. He said it is depressing. I told him too bad. When he is in the bedroom his eyes should be closed so it doesn't really matter. And he doesn't paint. So our blue bedroom remains the change made to our home. And it looks good.

My children are alive and well and adjusting to the change. My teenage 8-year-old has mastered her back handspring. Or so she told her father who then made her put her money where her mouth was on our basement floor. That didn't end well. Somehow carpet over concrete does quite give the same spring as a gymnastics floor. No broken bones....but we will leave the tumbling for cheer practice.

Addison has had many adventures in Dodge City. Most of them have occurred whilst naked (her...not me). I forget that a clothed toddler is the norm, but am reminded quickly by the shocked looks of our neighbors as Addie streaks across the front yard in pursuit of our cat. I will save some of the better stories for a later post. They deserve space all of their own.

The hubs is still hard at work as Mr. Mom. He has made the bed all but 4 days since we have lived in Dodge City. I think I only made the bed twice when I stayed home in St. Louis. He wins. He is looking forward to getting out of the house come fall. I had the great idea of not getting cable during the summer months as it tends to turn my children into zombies. I still think it is a great idea, however, my husband who is home 23 hours out of every day does not agree. I think it all came to a head when our computer stopped working so we had no internet access. The entire world outside of Kansas could have blown to bits and he would have never known. The day he called me at work barely able to contain himself due to his excitement over talking with the Direct TV salesman, I think we both knew it was time to let this silly experiment go. Daddy needs his sports......and really, momma needs her trashy reality tv.

I am starving. Better head home to see what the hubby has prepare.....