Somebody Explain!!

I just bought Mark a package of socks. Nothing fancy just regular Hanes Cushion Crew (now with ecosmart fibers). Could somebody please explain to me why these socks are in a resealable bag? Do socks go bad? Should I be storing them in the fridge? I just really don't get it.

I have emerged!

Okay, so it has been a while! I must admit I was in a Breaking Dawn bubble for a while. It then turned into a potty training bubble which (thank heavens) has proven successful. Sorta, we're still dealing with occasional accidents, but we're getting better. Alleluia! I get a brief break from diapers! We are all doing well, lots has happened in the past few weeks. We had a fun time at the zoo with cousins. Cougar got to meet his preschool teacher. Mark worked on getting the wall up for the third bedroom and is continuing to do so. He starts another semester on Wednesday and we are all just dreading it. It seems like we've had about 2 years of school left for the last 5 years. It's like we're stuck in a time warp. I'm sure anybody who's gone to college knows exactly the feeling I'm talking about.

In case anybody was wondering I am two weeks past the time I had Cougar (he was born at 31 weeks and I'm now almost to 33). My blood pressure is lower than it usually is when I'm non-prego. (About 100/60) I'm very quickly beginning to realize that I really missed the uncomfortable ending part of pregnancy. I feel like my belly button is going to rip open at any moment (For those of you that have finished it, this feeling combined with certain parts of Breaking Dawn have not helped my very strange prego dreams. I'm sure you can figure out what I'm talking about, if not don't worry about it, it's not going to change your life)

Lake Powell 2008

Cougar and I headed down to Lake Powell with my family for 5 days. Poor Mark had to stay home and go to work. We had a great time! Cougar had a list of things to do before we even got the houseboat beached. It was 1. sand 2. tent 3. fish. I'm happy to report we got every last thing and then some checked off his list.

Dad and I were just way too matchy-matchy to not take a picture.

Here's a wonderful picture of Cougar helping to catch a fish. I was in the middle of changing his diaper and putting on his pjs when Grampa hooked a catfish. The fish couldn't wait for Cougar to get dressed.

The beach was covered with little toads that Cougar could catch all by himself. He loved it. Little boy heaven, that's the definition of Lake Powell.

We got to go on a couple of (not exactly successful) striper fishing trips. Here's what I got when I asked him to show me his excited about going fishing face. Cousin Emma is looking cute as usual in the background.

Cougar also had a blast swimming. He never did get up enough nerve to swim by himself, but we'll work on that. As long as he had a hold of somebody's hand he did pretty well. Here he is swimming with Aunt Nikki.

Worries Come True

To those of you who came to Lake Powell with me and chuckled at my worries about how many new creatures I would find when I got home, here's proof that I'm not nuts and not exaggerating. I was gone for 5 days and when I came home Mark had 43 new birds and at least 10 new cages. He does get a few points though because the truck was sold and the lawn and garden weren't completely dead. Lake Powell pictures and such to follow.