Our little baby turned 10 months old the other day! She's always on the go, loving to mimic us laughing, smiling at us always, had 3 teeth (our little snaggletooth), likes to feed herself, standing on her own (no steps unassisted, yet!), wearing 18 month and 2T clothing, and just the most amazing little person in the world. I assigned my parents to take these 10 month pictures, I love how Richard-Simmons-sweatin'-to-the-oldies they are. Pure awesome.
Halloween then: We'd have our pick of parties to attend, bars with awesome costume contests, and friends to hang out with. Our costumes would be awesome and prepared in advance. We'd have a wildly fun time, stay out until at least 2:00am, and have no fewer than 100 photos from the night. Hangover on November 1, always.
Halloween now: No idea what we are going to be (why are we dressing up? to walk around the block once?). Halloween is all about Olive's first costume and Halloween experience. Is she going to be warm enough? Should we actually take her door to door for "trick-or-treating?" Can we be home by 6:30pm so she can go to bed on time? How adorable is she in her costume? Number of photos is about the same.
The summary: My, my, how life has changed after becoming parents. It's Olive's world now, we're just living in it. :)
Tater tots are a gift from God. A beautiful gift from God.
Tater Tot Bake
1 pound ground beef
1 onion, chopped
salt and pepper to taste
1/2 (32 ounce) package tater tots
1 (10.75 ounce) can condensed cream of mushroom soup
1/2 cup milk
1 1/2 cups shredded Cheddar cheese
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
In a large skillet over medium-high heat, brown the ground beef with the onions. Drain excess fat, and season with salt and pepper to taste.
Spread the beef mixture evenly over the bottom of a 2 quart casserole dish. Arrange tater tots evenly over beef layer. In a small bowl, stir the soup into the milk until smooth; pour over tater tot and beef layers. Sprinkle Cheddar cheese evenly over the top.
Bake in preheated oven for 30 to 40 minutes, until cheese is bubbly and slightly brown.
We took Olive to a real pumpkin patch, complete with a ton of pumpkins, a petting zoo, hay rack rides, cider donuts, and hot chocolate. It was cute, despite her very serious demeanor. I think the hat was weird to her and she didn't want to move too quickly, should it decide to turn on her and attack.
Can I get more hours in the day, please? PLEASE? I really want more time do not only do the things that I have/need to do, but more so to do the things I want to do. (Exercise, cook really good meals, watch TV, play with my darling daughter, take her places, visit friends, visit family, write timely blog entries, do a freaking craft, volunteer, shop, plan really awesome lessons for my students, the list goes on....)Who ever decided that 24 hours was enough? Huh? They obviously weren't that busy. I call for a re-vote. Also, while you're at it, I'll take another set of arms. Thanks.
I freaking hate spiders. They are my worst animal-fear ever. I'd take sharks, tigers, snakes, and whatever other creeptastic animals are out there a billion times over spiders. HATE.THEM.
So, I noticed yesterday that the outside of our house is totally decorated for Halloween, the natural way. There are friggin' spiders and webs everywhere. I tell Michael that our place looks like a scene out of Arachnophobia (don't tell me you're too young to remember this movie or I may faint) and he explains that it's probably because the farmers recently cut down all the corn in the fields and now the spiders have no where to go.
This alarms me.
First, I would imagine that many of the spiders in the cornfields got smoked in the farmers' tractors/combusters/whatever it's called that they use to cut down corn stalks at the end of the season. This means that only the strongest, fastest, smartest, most agile spiders not only escaped the death machines, but crossed a row of houses, a street (probably in Frogger-mode, avoiding cars because they're just that stealth), and now have set up shop in my freaking house.
They're probably out there breeding super-spiders and are all conspiring to attack me in my sleep. I'm scared.
P.S. I also learned today not to scream while stepping on one (because that makes it somewhat less scary, if you scream whilst doing so?) because you'll freak out your baby and cause her to cry. Whoopsie, you saw Mommy being really wussy today. Sorry.
Oh, decisions. What should Olive wear for Christmas pictures? Normally, I wouldn't be worrying about this, but last year I remember Sears being slammed around Halloween time for Christmas pictures. Yep, people are crazy. I guess it gives them time to get the pictures back, order prints, and send out holiday cards. Hmmm, maybe they're onto something. Anyway, which do you like?
Sidenote: And then she's turning one right after Christmas...another outfit, another day. Sheesh.
It's really amazing how much more paranoid you become after becoming a parent. It's not just you that you have to worry about anymore. Case in point: a few nights ago, I was home alone with Olive (Mike was working nights). My doorbell rang at 8pm. It's dark, windy, something out of a terror movie, obviously, and my teddy-bear guard dog, Scarlett went ballistic. I looked out the window; no one there. I thought it a bit odd, but chalked it up to nothing. The next morning, the glove box in my car was open, but nothing was messed, except I couldn't find my iPod. WTF. Did someone get into my car? I surely wouldn't leave the glove box open, right? Was it the ding-dong-ditcher/thief who is planning to hurt my family that took my ancient awesome iPod? The very next night. 8pm. Doorbell rings. AGAIN. This time, I get really scared and turn on all the lights. I called the police and told them I was home alone with a baby and there was "suspicious activity" going on. Yep, doorbell = suspicious activity when it's dark and you're a paranoid, overprotective parent. Oh, I didn't stop there. I called Mike and asked him to come home from work (he got denied), and went to dig out the shotgun from the crawlspace. Yes, it has a lock on it that I can't figure out and isn't loaded, but it sure as hell looks scary! I also decided I needed a butcher knife (I'm gearing up for this horror movie waiting to happen, you see) and my car keys, per recommendation of a few people I was online with at the time, giving them my play-by-play. The idea was that if the thief/robber/killer came back to my door, I'd set off my car's panic alarm and scare the person away. The night was terrifying. I left every.single light on in the house and was ready for a fight.
So, today, I asked my next door neighbor what the deal was. It was a kid selling magazines.
This past weekend was one of my good friend's birthdays. My mom graciously drove up to watch Olive while we went OUT (gasp! shock and awe, this never happens). Here I will post pictures of us at a bar, past 7pm, with more than one drink in our systems. We ate, had a few cocktails, sang karaoke, and had a fantastic time. We don't get out that often, unless you count going out for a 6pm dinner with our 9 month old. Date nights usually involve the couch, TV, baby, and dinner at home. This past weekend was a blast. Thank you, Mom! We needed it!
Married my partner in crime on August 15, 2009 and welcomed daughter Olive Kathryn on December 28, 2010. 17 months later, we welcomed our son, Patrick Michael, on June 3, 2012. I work as a 5th grade teacher and love my job. Hubs works as a chemical process operator. On our days off, we like to spend time playing with O and P, visiting with friends and family, and enjoying life! Stay tuned for more of what life throws our way...