Aunt Hillie

We've always thought that Sophie looked a little like my sister Hilary when she was a baby. We grabbed a picture off the shelf of Hilary when she was 10 months old and held it next to Sophie.

Wow.

Facebook

There are reasons why you shouldn't be on the Internet late at night. For some it's porn, others it's online shopping. For me, it's signing up on websites. I was up late blogging last night and started to wander around. The next thing I knew I was signed up for Facebook. Oh great, like I don't already have enough online to keep me busy!

I tried the MySpace thing for a while, but I thought it was lame. Facebook seems to be more tame and no one's profile is public, which is nice. I even let it search my gmail address book. Little did I know almost all of my friends are already on Facebook. I feel like the last one to walk into a party.

That's all.

Progress Report

A lot has happened in the past two days. In an attempt to keep this post as skim-able as possible, I've broken it down into sections.

Well, except for this part. I should probably explain that we're not in California right now. Steve has a break from school and has to put in some days with the National Guard in Utah. We flew to Salt Lake Monday night, stayed with my grandparents, then Sophie and I took off for Idaho Tuesday morning. Steve will hopefully be up here tomorrow.

The Trip to Utah: C-

Report:

• Because I got a cold the day before we left, my ears didn't pop the whole time and my head felt like it was going to explode.
• Sophie was squirmy and didn't sleep the whole flight, although it was way past her bedtime.
• Our suitcase was searched by security, who was nice enough to lock it up when they finished. That would have been fine except we didn't have it locked in the first place. We've never used the keys. In fact, they're still attached to the inside of the suitcase. My grandpa, who's a locksmith, couldn't even get it open, so we had to resort to drilling the lock out.
• Didn't make it to bed until midnight because my contact solution was in said suitcase.
  

Grandpa and Steve drilling in to save my captive belongings. Yes, only my stuff was in there.

Why it's not an D:

• Sophie didn't make a scene on the airplane, and we all arrived safely.
• The suitcase is still usable despite the big, nasty hole in the top.
  

My Trip to the Dentist: A+

Report:

• I hadn't been to the dentist in two years. That plus having a baby made me expect a mouth full of cavities, hours of drilling and depletion of funds. Much to my surprise, I didn't have a single cavity.
• My hygienist was great. We had some good laughs, which included a story she told me about Martha Stewart trying to convince her viewers they should buy a ginormous wheel of Parmesan cheese. "It's only a thousand dollars and it will last forever!"
  
• I'd like to say that I have impeccable oral hygiene, but the truth is, I really don't floss that often (ew, I know), and I owe much to this little guy down here. I've been using him for three years now, and is probably the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.

Health of the Household: C

Report:

• My mom is recovering from a sinus infection.
• I'm recovering from a stupid cold that has settled in my chest.
• My dad woke up this morning feeling icky.
• Sophie's nose is running like crazy, which could be contributed to either a cold or teething

Weather Conditions: D

I'd say this is pretty self-explanatory. Oh, and there's still a pile of snow in front of the house that's taller than me. At least we still have power.

Wow, summing it all up like that makes it look like we're not enjoying ourselves at all, which is pretty far from the truth. We love it here, and Mom and Dad are loving the time with Sophie. Oh yeah, and me.

I have some errands to run tomorrow, so I'm going to have to bundle up, put some socks on my bare feet and reintroduce my body to the weather I grew up in. California has already turned me into a pansy.

Easter

On Saturday we went to Sacramento to spend Easter with Steve's family. It was the first time I'd been there for Easter and the first time in about 9 years that Steve had been there, too.

Sophie had fun on her "egg hunt", which was basically throwing a bunch of eggs in the grass and letting her crawl around and grab them. She caught on really quickly and put them all in her basket. After she licked them all, of course.

Here are a few pics from the weekend:

Mmm. . . plastic eggs.


Putting eggs in the basket.


This is by far my most favorite picture of the weekend. She makes that face a lot lately when she's excited about something.


All dressed up for church!

Etiquette

It's never polite to crawl over someone to get where you want to go. It's a good thing little Edmund was so forgiving.