
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Moving.

Friday, December 26, 2008
Christmas!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Christmas this year
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Funny Girl...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Funny story!
"Gussie, a boy of six, was a murky legend in the neighborhood. A tough little hellion, with an overdeveloped under lip, he had been born like other babies and nursed at his mother’s great breasts. But there all resemblance to any child, living or dead, ceased. His mother tried to wean him when he was nine months old but Gussie wouldn’t stand for it. Denied the breast, he refused a bottle, food or water. He lay in his crib and whimpered. His mother, fearful that he would starve, resumed nursing him. He sucked contentedly, refusing all other food, and lived off his mother’s milk until he was nearly two years old. The milk stopped then because his mother was with child again. Gussie sulked and bided his time for nine long months. He refused cow’s milk in any form or container and took to drinking black coffee.
Little Tilly was born and the mother flowed with milk again. Gussie went into hysterics the first time he saw the baby nursing. He lay on the floor, screaming and banging his head. He wouldn’t eat for four days and he refused to go to the toilet. He got haggard and his mother got frightened. She thought it wouldn’t do any harm to give him the breast just once. That was her big mistake. He was like a dope fiend getting the stuff after a long period of deprivation. He wouldn’t let go.
He took all of his mother’s milk from that time on and Little Tilly, a sickly baby, had to go on the bottle.
Gussie was three years old at this time and big for his age. Like other boys, he wore knee pants and heavy shoes with brass toe tips. As soon as he saw his mother unbutton her dress, he ran to her. He stood up while nursing, an elbow on his mother’s knee, his feet crossed jauntily and his eyes roving around the room. Standing to nurse was not such a remarkable feat as his mother’s breasts were mountainous and practically rested in her lap when released. Gussie was indeed a fearful sight nursing that way and he looked not unlike a man with his foot on a bar rail, smoking a fat pale cigar.
The neighbors found out about Gussie and discussed his pathological state in hushed whispers. Gussie’s father got so that he wouldn’t sleep with his wife; he said that she bred monsters. The poor woman figured and figured on a way to wean Gussie. He was too big to nurse, she decided. He was going for four. She was afraid his second teeth wouldn’t come in straight.
One day she took a can of stove blackening and the brush and closed herself in the bedroom where she copiously blackened her left breast with the stove polish. With a lipstick she drew a wide ugly mouth with frightening teeth in the vicinity of the nipple. She buttoned her dress and went into the kitchen and sat in her nursing rocker near the window. When Gussie saw her, he threw the dice, with which he had been playing, under the washtubs and trotted over for feeding. He crossed his feet, planted his elbow on her knee and waited.
“Gussie want tiddy?” asked his mother wheedingly.
“Yup!”
“All right. Gussie’s gonna get nice tiddy.”
Suddenly she ripped open her dress and thrust the horribly made-up breast into his face. Gussie was paralyzed with right for a moment, then he ran away screaming and hid under the bed where he stayed for twenty-four hours. He came out at last, trembling. He went back to drinking black coffee and shuddered every time his eyes went to his mother’s bosom. Gussie was weaned.
The mother reported her success all over the neighborhood. It started a new fashion in weaning called, “Giving the baby the Gussie.”
I have always thought, personally, that nursing longer than one year is too long. I learned at a breastfeeding class that I went to that the average age worldwide at which a child stops nursing is five. FIVE!! Granted, in most third world countries that is the only food source available, so I guess that is understandable. I am all about nursing and the benifits it gives to the baby and will continue to nurse all of my children, but one year is my max, and is probably even pushing it for me!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Christmas Preparations
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thanksgiving
So anyways... our week was uneventful because everyone was still working. My friend from high school got married on friday so we went to the temple to wait outside for them and then to the luncheon. My friends loved seeing Rachael and I loved showing her off. That night I went out to dinner with my mom, sister, and auntie mel. Then I went to Marissa's reception while they waited in line at TWILIGHT! I only have one word for that movie, and its a long one. AAAAAAMMMMAAAAZZZZZIIIINNNNGGGGG!!! I truly am not a Twilight fanatic like I am with Harry Potter. I read and enjoyed them all, but that movie was so good! I was slightly irritated with everyone screaming, but I still thoroughly enjoyed it. I need to go see it again and I'll drag Nate along so that I can see what he thinks about it, never having read the books.

Monday, December 1, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
I can't help it!
This first one is of her in her bouncer watching a movie, probably Finding Nemo or some other amazing Disney movie. She gets SO excited that she kicks so hard and it comes our of nowhere!! It is one of the funniest things I've ever seen!
This is one of Rachael laughing her head off at me while I play a new version of Hide-and-go-Seek. She loves looking in the mirror and I guess its even better with mommy making a fool of herself. Oh well, I'll do anything to get this little girl to laugh! Don't focus on me, focus on the baby.
Happy Birthday!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Dad, thumbs, prayers, and the dinner duo

Yesterday when we went to G&G Russell's house Rachael was taking a nap in Grandma's arms. She looked so sweet with her hands together and her lips puckered. She truly is a little angel!
The other day while I was preparing dinner Rachael was apparently lacking in attention so I decided to strap her in to the good ol' baby holder. She thoroughly enjoyed it and I thoroughly enjoyed having her right by me with her big eyes so interested at everything I was doing. I kept her strapped to me while we were eating and Nate kept laughing at her every second and I was sad I couldn't see her face. So, to fix that problem, I went to the bathroom and got my hand mirror and propped it up so I could enjoy the cuteness too!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
My little indulgence
While I was in Cosmetology School I learned how to do acrylic nails. I love having my nails done but it is soo expensive! So I decided to put my skill to the ultimate test. A few weeks ago I bought an acrylic nail kit at Peerless Beauty Supply and have now started doing them on myself. I feel so much more beautiful and feminine with them on because I've always had a weird complex about my hands. So far I've had these for about a month with just filing and filling in when needed. It is really fun for me, but it does make the house smell very strong for a few hours. If you want me to give you a set I'd be happy to! I only charge $15 (because the kit was slightly pricey) which is about half of what you would pay in a salon. So far I've given a set to my sister, Lindsey. She seemed to enjoy them. And when summer hits I'm probably going to give myself a french manicure (pedicure?) on my toes! I love being a cosmetologist!
Cute little woman
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
The World Today

Monday, November 3, 2008
School
Here is a little thing I read in Gone with the Wind the other day that should make us all appreciate life a little more, even with the economy as it is.