It's now 3:35 AM on Saturday, and I am entertaining dehydrated leg muscles...basically. They feel a lot like pregnant legs and are affecting my ability to sleep. Pickle juice and water usually help in a pinch, so here I sit with a tiny jar of pickle relish from the fridge and a baby spoon. Not my favorite way to spend this time of morning.
Coconut water works better than pickle juice. I wish I had some.
I took brownies to the ward picnic last night, and they were all eaten! Granted I only made one batch, and there were at least 1.2 million people there, but it still felt good to see an empty plate =)
Mom babysat Emma for me yesterday so that I could go to a baby shower, and when I returned to her I found her crying in her Grandma's arms. I said "Hi" to get her attention and see how she would react: She tried to keep crying, but then she kind of smiled mid-frown, and then she hid her face like she was embarrassed to have been caught smiling while crying. It was probably the cutest thing ever. And among the "realest" of emotional feelings I've seen her express. She's always so happy to have me back, and I love it. I don't love that she refuses all food and drink in my absence, however =)
She is still typically a very happy baby, and is pretty content to chill. I love that she loves me. I think she's warming up to Darren more these days as well. Mom got to witness her waking from a long nap last week. She doesn't cry for me to come, she simply calls for me with a loud, "AHH!" every ten seconds or so. Ignored long enough, it turns into crying, but I love love love that she isn't fussy about it.
We finished Alias this week, and I am in mourning. I didn't realize I was so attached to the show. I've been actively considering naming a daughter "Sydney" in honor of Sydney Bristow. I'm not crazy about it though, so I'm sure it will get bumped when my sadness goes away.
If this doesn't bespeak total relaxation, I'm not sure what does:
Also, I don't want to brag, but I feel like I rocked it. I'm pretty terrible at remembering what people want when it comes time to give them gifts, so I usually end up wandering the stores aimlessly until my mind convinces me that they are just dying to own a copy of some obscure 60s movie. Several weeks ago Darren rambled on about how much he wanted a cookie jar--something he has done multiple times since before we were even married. For the first time, probably ever, the secretary in my mind woke up and wrote down in huge letters, "COOKIE JAR FOR FATHER'S DAY. DO NOT FORGET.". I made it my mission to find the perfect cookie jar, partly because I wanted to find the perfect one, and partly because I knew that if it consumed my thoughts, I would not forget. =) ...I couldn't find any that I liked for the right prices online, so Emma and I stopped by the antique shops, and I found just the right one about halfway through the first store. I found several that I almost settled for, but Emma's guardian angel was sick of watching me fret and finally gave my shoulders a good spin, and the perfect one was directly behind me, on a bottom shelf, hovering in shadows. The lady selling goods in that section of the store happened to be standing nearby and offered me a deal, so I took it. Darren was very excited to find a "fully loaded" cookie jar on his kitchen counter! We are both in love with it.
It will hold just under 4 dozen baked chocolate chip cookies or two packages of Oreos. Yum!
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