House Stuff

Some of you may know us well enough to have been to our house. We are not fancy people. We try- truly we do. Sometimes. But the truth is we are not decorators. Neither of us has any sense of style or interior design. We place furniture so that it is out of the way and so that you can see the tv. Also, electric furniture goes near a plug. And that, my friend, is how our house is set up. Recently it has come to our attention that one of our couches is what some people call “hideous.” And now that I have gone to actually look at it I can’t help but agree with them. It was a lovely good will purchase that Mia helped me find one fine spring day. (Ah, the memories of wife beater tank tops and Mia stalling out the truck while swearing she could drive a stick.) And in my defense, this was Ollie’s couch- the couch where the dog is free to lounge on and drool on and eat snacks on. Anyway, the couch has lived a long time and served its purpose as an Ollie bed and occasionally as a place to sit if you are not picky and more often a place to sleep if you have had too much wine. But it is time for the yellow and orange couch to go to its resting place. Mostly because Ollie is of the age where he can really only look at the couch with nostalgic lounging and can’t actually get up on it.

Reading time!


Getting rid of this couch will free up a lot of space in our living room. Which brings me to the coffee table and end tables we have. These, as opposed to the couch, are perfectly lovely tables. (Side note- they came from a consignment store as well!) The origin is not the point, the point is, these are nice little tables which are fairly cute and do their job of a dining room table when you want to sit in the living room and watch TV during dinner. Hahaha, I am kidding, we sit at the dining room table, use linen napkins, and discuss important things. Really, really important things. Things like you would hear on NPR and Nancy Grace and stuff. Anyway, I digress. My point is that while these are tables that we like, I am reluctant to admit we also call them the coffee tables of death. At each corner of these tables (2 end tables and 1 coffee table- that is 12 corners in all for my liberal arts friends) there is a fancy wrought iron design which can only be described as 3 claws (12 times 3 is 36. Stay with me on this…) extending out to rip your clothes and tear at your flesh. Now then… bear in mind these claws are also on the bottom of the tables, bring our claw count to 72 in total (36 at the top and 36 more at the bottom). It was an amusing little gauntlet of sorts to navigate while sober and downright terrifying while drinking. Wait, I have those two backwards- terrifying sober and amusing while drinking. That seems more accurate. The long story short is that Travis is of the opinion that these are NOT appropriate furniture pieces to keep at the house where a toddling baby to learn to walk. I can’t help but think one of two things will happen; one, she will get a bad ass scar on her face- something along the lines of Indiana Jones – or two, she will be incredibly agile. Either way it is a win-win situation, right?

At any rate, I lost the fight and the tables are going too. We are soon going to have a very empty living room. On the plus side, it gives Brenna plenty of room to walk… umm…crawl…. roll around. (Joking- she is getting close to crawling. She can go backwards!) On the down side, Travis and I are slack and probably won’t replace this furniture until sometime around 2017. Maybe there will be space couches by then. Or maybe my Dad needs a project. Dad if you read this – bring coffee table plans soon!

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Brenna eating cherries

As it says in the description, this is us sharing cherries with Brenna in late July.

More videos coming soon!

I am writing this curled up under my desk at work a la George Costanza.  For those of you who know me, this is not like me.  I am generally perky and enthusiastic about my work.  Who wants to talk about natural gas pipelines and the falling cost of power in Texas?  Me, that’s me! I want to talk about natural gas pipelines and the falling cost of power in Texas!  But no, not today. Today I don’t care.  Today I am just too tired to care.  You always hear us talk about how awesome Brenna is- and truly, she is.  Look at this baby! How awesome is this baby?

Yay for sweet baby!

Brenna is a silly girl with a sweet disposition who is full of giggles and sly grins.  Or she was.  But something has happened. She has changed. Possibly she was bitten by a radioactive spider. Possibly she just realized I refuse to buy her Lucky Charms. At any rate, now she is something more like this-

NO SLEEP FOR YOU, MOMMY!

If I had to take a guess she is working on getting her teeth.  She does most of this by staying awake all night screaming at you and pulling your hair.  Seems like an odd way to get her teeth to come in but hey, it has been a long while since I was a baby.  Maybe that is the ‘cool’ way to do it these days.  Yeesh.  Kids.

Back at it

Ok, it has been awhile. Longer than it should- I get it.  Here is the thing-I am not a writer.  I can barely form complete sentences without spell check and grammar check.  Plus, I really only know how to play video games on the computer.  Travis has requested I quit using ‘CIV IV playing machine’ and use the word ‘computer’ from now on.  I am trying to humor him.

Well, let’s skip over the obligatory ‘blame Travis for not updating’ and move on to the updating!  Brenna is awesome.  She is a sweet, happy, smiley baby and is thrilled to be around almost anyone.  She does great at Day Care.  Her teachers love her (to be fair they love all those babies) and judging by the way that Trey crawls over to her and gnaws on her head I think she is popular with her classmates as well!   They have ‘water play’ during the summer.  Before some of you freak out (they let babies do what???!!) water play is where all the kids don their adorable tiny bathing suits and go sit in kiddie pools.  Brenna is just getting to where she enjoys playing in the water now.  She used to just kind of sit there and stare at you as if to say ‘this is just like what we were doing before but now I am wet’.   They also strongly encourage her artistic ability there.  Mostly it just involves hand and foot print art but it is awfully cute.  Some of my favorites were the footprint penguin, butterfly feet, and she did a stunning rendition of the American Flag using her feet as well.  Clearly I am partial to the foot art.

She is eating food now too. (How did sweet potatoes get on the cat??)  Unfortunately this means she is totally not interested in drinking her meals anymore.  She is a little young to be giving that up so we wage epic battles with the bottles sometimes.  She would prefer that that someone follow her around all day armed and ready with a jar of peas.  Seriously, that kid can put back some peas.  It is a little scary.  If you slow down she will scream, grab the spoon, and shove it her mouth.  She eats pretty much everything (no green beans or prunes) but prefers veggies to fruits.   She has learned what a cup is and squeals and flaps her chubby little baby arms until you share what you are drinking.  I have learned that if I am holding the baby then I should be drinking water instead of tequila or juice or more tequila.  I am pretty sure she really just puts the water in her mouth and then spits it back in my cup.  But she does it with adorable enthusiasm. And hey- who does not love a little pureed squash in their water?  It is the new lemon.  She has also mastered the concept of the sippy cup but needs help holding it.  And if you won’t help her she is not daunted.  She patiently waits for the 2 ice cubes and 2 Tablespoons of water to form condensation and then she licks the outside of the sippy cup.

We called her little baby veal for a long time because all the other babies in her class were moving and rolling and trying to crawl and she lay there on her back and smiled.  Her contentment, I think, kept her from moving.  Contentment sounds better than laziness, right??  But she now rolls from back to front and from front to back.   Sometimes, if you are not keeping a close eye on her,  she just barrel rolls across the room and rolls right into the bookshelf.  Not that something like that happened.  Just trying to be colorful.  Nope. Baby definitely did not roll into the bookshelf.  She is an excellent sitter now as well.  She is now trying to work on getting from sitting to on her belly and from on her belly to sitting.   She also enjoys standing (if you hold her).  My sister was rather concerned that she would have jelly legs for the rest of her life.  In fact she texted me from another state to tell me that she was holding babies much younger than mine and their legs seemed to work and that my baby will probably need intense physical therapy.  I am pretty sure she was kidding.  Anyway, one play date with 2 other babies her age who could stand and she was immediately shamed into it that afternoon.   Anyway, as much as we joke about it she is doing fine.  She actually seems much more advanced in her fine motor skills.

Hmm…what else is she into these days?  She likes it when you act like you are going to drop her.    She likes it when Travis dances and sings with her.  She LOVES it when any animal comes in the room.  Jack enjoys snuggling on the blanket with her.  She enjoys trying/successfully ripping out patches of his fur.

Anyway, to sum up, we are back to posting 🙂