Swinging in the backyard in the beautiful 75 degree weather!!
And stomp rockets!
So much fun!
Looking forward to a few days off together.
And the journey gets better every day...
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
ebates... love it!
My name is Rachel.... and I shop online.... a lot. That is what busy people do, right? Who has time for stores? Hello, Amazon!
I recently joined ebates, an online shopping site that gives you cash back for every purchase you make online. You simply go to ebates.com, then click on the link of the website you are shopping for, and shop as normal. It really is that easy.
You can still use coupon codes at each site and you get a check quarterly.
I got 35% cash back on our Christmas cards... what!?! Love it!
Click here to join ebates and tell 'em I sent you :)
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
A Ten-Month-Old’s Letter To Santa
To make you smile, from theuglyvolvo . I think Bayly had a hand in writing it.. Haha!
Dear Santa,
I am a ten-month-old baby and I write because my mother has been sending out my “Christmas List” to people, and her list does not in any way represent the things I really want. I could give two s#*ts about receiving stacking cups.
And I know you’re ready to make the joke about ten month-old babies and how all we want is the wrapping paper and the boxes. Touché, Santa. Touché. We do, of course, want those things. But I have a number of additional things I want very badly.
My list is enclosed below. Have a lovely holiday.
-Ten Month-Old Baby
Dearest Santa: For Christmas, I would like the following:
I want this laptop cord more than I have ever wanted anything. Please. I also want the power strip with the orange on/off button and the white label on the other cord pictured (the one not connected to the laptop). I would be ok with just a bunch of electrical cords in general, but I would really love these specific ones that are located behind my mother’s desk next to the air-conditioner (whose cord I also want).
I have no idea why my mother does not want me to play with this thing, as it is obviously a child’s toy. I would like one for my room.
I would love a set of house keys. To eat, obviously. Only metal house keys will do. Please do not buy me plastic ones. I am not an idiot. I know that plastic house keys are not real keys.
I pull these off the face of every person I meet, only to have them pried from my fingers and reclaimed by their original owners. I would love a pair of my own. Again, these are going to be for eating.
I would love for the contents of this thing to be emptied out onto the floor– particularly things like used, wet cotton balls and discarded pieces of floss. If you would like to just take the contents of this bin and transfer it directly into my stocking, that would also be fine.
6.) Handfuls of the Dog’s Fur
This stuff is the best. I keep trying to pull it off but she moves frequently, making collection difficult. My favorite thing to do with it is put it in my mouth and then immediately realize that I didn’t want it in my mouth.
Such a strange existential dilemma. I spend hours looking at this hole and poking at it with my fingers. I know that I cannot “have” a hole, as a hole is not a thing that can be had. A hole is an absence. And yet this is supposed to be a list of the things I want, and I want this hole in the hardwood floor the way Gandhi wanted peace. The way the dog wants to lick my face. The way my mother wants me to stop pulling off her eyeglasses.
I have no idea what this stuff is. All I know is that I want it in my hands and no sooner have I grasped its sweet, delicate softness than my mother comes running over yelling something like, “STOP TOUCHING THAT– HOW OFTEN DO I HAVE TO F*#%ING VACUUM THE G*#@&MN HALLWAY?”
Every time I get close to this, someone pulls me away. If they don’t want me to eat it, why is it on the floor?
Dear Santa,
I am a ten-month-old baby and I write because my mother has been sending out my “Christmas List” to people, and her list does not in any way represent the things I really want. I could give two s#*ts about receiving stacking cups.
And I know you’re ready to make the joke about ten month-old babies and how all we want is the wrapping paper and the boxes. Touché, Santa. Touché. We do, of course, want those things. But I have a number of additional things I want very badly.
My list is enclosed below. Have a lovely holiday.
-Ten Month-Old Baby
* * *
A Comprehensive List of The Things I Want For Christmas:
Dearest Santa: For Christmas, I would like the following:
* * *
1.) This Laptop Cord
I want this laptop cord more than I have ever wanted anything. Please. I also want the power strip with the orange on/off button and the white label on the other cord pictured (the one not connected to the laptop). I would be ok with just a bunch of electrical cords in general, but I would really love these specific ones that are located behind my mother’s desk next to the air-conditioner (whose cord I also want).
* * *
2.) This Wall Mount Entertainment Center
I have no idea why my mother does not want me to play with this thing, as it is obviously a child’s toy. I would like one for my room.
* * *
3.) House Keys
I would love a set of house keys. To eat, obviously. Only metal house keys will do. Please do not buy me plastic ones. I am not an idiot. I know that plastic house keys are not real keys.
* * *
4.) Everybody’s Eyeglasses
I pull these off the face of every person I meet, only to have them pried from my fingers and reclaimed by their original owners. I would love a pair of my own. Again, these are going to be for eating.
* * *
5.) The Contents of This Thing
I would love for the contents of this thing to be emptied out onto the floor– particularly things like used, wet cotton balls and discarded pieces of floss. If you would like to just take the contents of this bin and transfer it directly into my stocking, that would also be fine.
* * *
6.) Handfuls of the Dog’s Fur
This stuff is the best. I keep trying to pull it off but she moves frequently, making collection difficult. My favorite thing to do with it is put it in my mouth and then immediately realize that I didn’t want it in my mouth.
* * *
7.) The Hole in the Hallway Floorboard
Such a strange existential dilemma. I spend hours looking at this hole and poking at it with my fingers. I know that I cannot “have” a hole, as a hole is not a thing that can be had. A hole is an absence. And yet this is supposed to be a list of the things I want, and I want this hole in the hardwood floor the way Gandhi wanted peace. The way the dog wants to lick my face. The way my mother wants me to stop pulling off her eyeglasses.
* * *
8.) This Stuff, Which is All Over the Apartment
I have no idea what this stuff is. All I know is that I want it in my hands and no sooner have I grasped its sweet, delicate softness than my mother comes running over yelling something like, “STOP TOUCHING THAT– HOW OFTEN DO I HAVE TO F*#%ING VACUUM THE G*#@&MN HALLWAY?”
* * *
9.) The Dog’s Food
Every time I get close to this, someone pulls me away. If they don’t want me to eat it, why is it on the floor?
* * *
10.) One of These
No idea what these do, but it’s clearly a lot of fun, given that my mother never stops looking at it.
* * *
11.) Bobby Pins
These are my favorite! If I had a nickel for every bobby pin I found on the floor I’d have double the number of little metal things I could put in my mouth because, go figure, I also totally love nickels.
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Saturday, December 7, 2013
Priceless
This beautiful gem was passed down to me from Ging and Poppa. It is truly my prized possession.
So thankful that our kids share in the joy of this special piece of history.
Posting from my iPhone?
Whoa. There is now so App to post directly from my iPhone. Including pictures!?!
Let me introduce you to my dear friend and running buddy, Kristy.
To Bayly at her happiest, meal time.
And to my little Christmas boy. Currently his favorite phrase is "It is so Christmasy in here! It's wonderful!"
And of course, the world'a best Dad. This man is the kid whisperer. Love him! 
Hahaha. I just blogged from my phone. How lovely!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
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