The Party is Over.

So, Ammon went back to school today after being off for almost a month. A month! You can really get settled into a new version of your life in a month. Having him tell me to pull out my earplugs today at 6:30am was PAINFUL. As was realizing I was out of Diet Coke with no car (have no fear, we walked to the gas station a few blocks away).

Anyway, we had a great time having him home even if we didn't do anything more exciting than go to the Rec Ctr. Emmett had his first pool experience, which he seemed to like and was pretty cute until he threw up in the pool. Ah well. That's what chlorine is for, no? We got TONS of projects done, which has made me feel a little more organized and a little less tense. Having an almost daily nap helped too. =)

I realized today that I have given almost no updates on Emmett! He is 8 1/2 months old now and such a squishy love!!!! I want to just eat him up all the time. He is squealing to himself in his exersaucer right now, and it is so adorable. He is eating all his unappetizing-looking "solids" with great gusto, and thinks it's really funny when he sneezes and sprays peas all over Mommy's face.

He LOVES his sister and thinks she is hilarious. He giggles and goos every time he sees her, and she is so sweet with him. Is there anything more precious than seeing your children love each other? He rolls pretty well now, but still can't sit on his own because the child has no butt and an enormous belly. This doesn't make for good balancing.

He really is a delightful and easygoing baby. We are quite lucky. Don't get me wrong...he has his opinions and is not afraid to share them, but most of the time he is fabulous.

These pics are totally out of order and I'm too lazy to sort them:

Emmett on Easter Sunday, and enjoying some green beans last week.

Addy snuggling Emmett around Christmastime (hence the blanket), and one of Emmett's finer moments:

This was during one of the days I was teaching preschool in Jan/Feb.

Getting a little Vitamin D time over the winter.

Enjoying some more green beans. Or peas.

Dance Recital!!

Addy's first (and likely last) dance recital was on Saturday night, and oh my heavens, she was a hoot. Between the thumbs ups, finger pointing, and random spastic moves, she was a STAR. Not a born dancer, mind, but a star nonetheless. I honestly don't think she hit the right move at the right time once, bless her sweet heart. *Note to self: if you forget your choreography, just shake it (she did some serious butt shimmies during the dress rehearsal).

For a variety of reasons, each class ended up doing their number a total of FOUR times. This particular video is Round 2 and is by far her funniest. Although I wish you could see Round 4...anyone age 5 or under basically just stood on the stage looking like they were in shock. Or else heavily sedated.

Addy starts off on the back row, 2nd one from the left. Please ignore my cackling in the background.

By the way, I just showed her this video and told her she did awesome. Her response: "Oh it was nothing. Why were you laughing in the video?"

Insomnia, again.

Why is it that I only blog when I'm unable to sleep? Am I turning vampire-like into a creature of the night? Although that title sounds vaguely "escort-ish" so we'll leave it alone. I've got to start writing comprehensible things during normal daylight hours or you will all start gathering for an intervention of some sort, I am sure.

Anyway. As Awesome-Wife-Number-One (I claim that title for today only), I slept on the couch because Ammon's last day of finals is today, and apparently, I snore. Rather loudly. Or at least I did last night and interfered with his R.E.M. sleep, which is a crime in our house punishable by communication exclusively via grunts and excessive glaring. So I Took One For the Team (mine) and slept quite comfortably on our Furniture Row Beauty until about 45 minutes ago when I woke up with my nostrils pressed into the cushions, my leg thrown over the top (and asleep), and my neck in what felt like a post-mortem contortion.

So, I rolled over and started "thinking" which went something like this: "Oh man, I am going to be so tired tomorrow. I wonder if I can get a nap at some point. But I do need to get preschool ready which means I have to clean the house oh shoot I haven't done any laundry and Emmett is out of clothes I wonder if this new formula is helping. He still seems to be spitting up a ton but he's so cute oh nuts I haven't posted any pics of him, like, ever and I really should and I need to post pics of Addy's recital too man that was funny. I sure hated dance when I did it, but my friends seemed to like it and I wonder what happened to Friend X? Man I was so jealous of her in high school I should teach a YW lesson on jealousy sometime (this thought followed by 20 minutes of planning said lesson from start to finish - even though I'm not in YW or have been asked to teach, ever)...holy hannah I just planned a YW lesson, I am losing it maybe I should blog?"

And so I got up and here is the fruit of my nuttiness. Don't you find your train of thought when you can't sleep totally INSANE? I love that I can start thinking about napping and end up writing fictional lessons to kids I don't teach or have any authority over whatsoever. I am without calling, which is like being without country, but maybe not so much?

OK I'm tired again. Going to try to get a little nap in before kids wake up. And by the way, you people out there that get up at 5am ON PURPOSE are also INSANE. Loves! =)