For Friday's dinner, we made chicken spinach artichoke pizza. Margaret helped knead the dough.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Yellowstone lunch
At Yellowstone, we had a picnic lunch. Margaret found a tree stump and decided to perch herself up there. The result:
Yellowstone
Last week we went to the Borgia Family Reunion in Jackson, WY. One day we took a drive up to Yellowstone.
Arriving. Margaret is in the mei tai. Grandparents are in the background.
Old Faithful. We go there about 10 minutes before it went off- which is actually great timing considering it goes off every 60-90 minutes.
Look! A pool of really blue, really hot, really sulfery water!
Bubbling mud
We didn't see any bears, but we did get to see some bison really close to the road.
Arriving. Margaret is in the mei tai. Grandparents are in the background.
Old Faithful. We go there about 10 minutes before it went off- which is actually great timing considering it goes off every 60-90 minutes.
Look! A pool of really blue, really hot, really sulfery water!
Bubbling mud
We didn't see any bears, but we did get to see some bison really close to the road.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
The Park
These are from this morning at the park. Margaret's favorite is the swings. Once, she was falling asleep in the swing, so I took her out so we could go home and she could nap. She didn't want out at all.
Pictures from May
Margaret taking a walk.
I made a tent with some old ugly sheets from Freecycle! Margaret loved it!.
And she loves playing with my keys.
Margaret is also great at fitting herself into strange containers. Here she is naked butt in a plastic shoebox.
I made a tent with some old ugly sheets from Freecycle! Margaret loved it!.
And she loves playing with my keys.
Margaret is also great at fitting herself into strange containers. Here she is naked butt in a plastic shoebox.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Day our Water Heater Died
This will be a long post.
It was a regular Saturday morning. McKay had a date at 1 with a friend to see Star Trek. I was going to hang out with Margaret during that time. We made waffles with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast. Margaret asked to go potty (hooray! EC progress!) and we put her on the toilet. Everything was normal.
Twenty minutes to a half hour later, Margaret asked to go again. It's not unusual for her to go every half hour in the morning. She walked into the bathroom and we heard "splash splash splash" with her feet. I assume that meant she went potty on the floor before we could get her to the toilet. I was wrong. It meant that the bathroom suddenly flooded as we were making our plans for the day. Of course the warm water under her feet was just too inviting and Margaret peed in the puddle of the bathroom.
The flood was coming from the water heater closet. We looked in and could hear the water, but wasn't sure where it was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the back. Our neighbor's water heater is on the other side of the back wall, so I figure I'd warn them that water might be happening to them, too.
Sure enough, they had some flooding, but not as bad as ours. They called the landlord and I hung out with them. Margaret had followed me into their house and decided to poop on their floor. She had already pooped that morning, so I thought we were free and clear. Obviously not. And I cleaned that up, of course.
Landlord finally came, looked into our flooding bathroom and said he'd go buy a new water heater and be back in 3-4 hours. He also checked our valve to make sure it was off and we wouldn't have any more trouble. Landlord leaves. It starts flooding again.
Poor McKay spent the next 4 hours sopping up water. It came in waves. There would be 5 minute breaks, but then it would come pouring again. And the water was HOT. I took Margaret for a drive to get her to go to sleep. When she did go to sleep, I came home, nursed her on the bed, and helped McKay. His words were, "It just doesn't stop!" There was a sort of desperation in his voice. It kind of reminded me of being in labor: you don't know when it'll be over and you have to keep working. I kind of felt he got a few hours experience of the never ending hopelessness I felt over a year before. Later, he told me it wasn't that desperate, that it was manageable. Those were the same thing I thought post-labor, too. :) McKay's hands were raw, very raw.
So meanwhile, our water heater was having a baby. Landlord was still gone. Three to four hours! I called some friends because Margaret woke up and dealing with the flood was a 2 person job. I had tied her to my back in the mei tai and was helping McKay, but having someone watch Margaret would be wonderful. Friends came over, helped sop up the floor, watch Margaret, ate lunch with us.
Then the landlord finally came back. They took our water heater out and then we realize there's this pipe coming into our water heater closet that wasn't attached to the water heater and it's leaking. A lot.
It wasn't our water heater. It was the water heater 2 floors up that was up too high which broke the pressure release valve and now it was pouring into our bathroom!
Aftermath: Neighbors got the new heater, we had wet carpets so the landlord left us with a fan and scheduled someone to come out and shampoo our carpets. Because the carpet was untacked by the bathroom, we didn't have a door on the bathroom until Tuesday night. Also, we forgot the carpet cleaners were coming on Wednesday at 9:30. Luckily I was dressed (though Margaret wasn't) and I managed to dress her and move all of our furniture (minus the bed) into the kitchen in under 5 minutes. The house is still in partial disarray, though. Luckily, the landlord is taking off some of our rent next month to pay for the electricity the fan used, our time, and our dinner Saturday night.
Here we are playing with the carpet. The fan blew all the carpet in the room up, so it was like a bounce-house, only less bouncy and more "I can't believe this is how we spent our Saturday!"
Oh, and Sheri, after you called this morning, Margaret wanted to play with the phone since she had just seen me on it. While playing with it, she somehow knocked her mouth with the phone and started crying intensly (I think the teething compounded the frustration). And then she threw up from crying so much on the newly shampooed carpet. I don't think we need to worry about how ECing will affect the carpet anymore. It's christened. :)
Also, something we learned: behind a water heater is a great place to hide porn.
It was a regular Saturday morning. McKay had a date at 1 with a friend to see Star Trek. I was going to hang out with Margaret during that time. We made waffles with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast. Margaret asked to go potty (hooray! EC progress!) and we put her on the toilet. Everything was normal.
Twenty minutes to a half hour later, Margaret asked to go again. It's not unusual for her to go every half hour in the morning. She walked into the bathroom and we heard "splash splash splash" with her feet. I assume that meant she went potty on the floor before we could get her to the toilet. I was wrong. It meant that the bathroom suddenly flooded as we were making our plans for the day. Of course the warm water under her feet was just too inviting and Margaret peed in the puddle of the bathroom.
The flood was coming from the water heater closet. We looked in and could hear the water, but wasn't sure where it was coming from. It sounded like it was coming from the back. Our neighbor's water heater is on the other side of the back wall, so I figure I'd warn them that water might be happening to them, too.
Sure enough, they had some flooding, but not as bad as ours. They called the landlord and I hung out with them. Margaret had followed me into their house and decided to poop on their floor. She had already pooped that morning, so I thought we were free and clear. Obviously not. And I cleaned that up, of course.
Landlord finally came, looked into our flooding bathroom and said he'd go buy a new water heater and be back in 3-4 hours. He also checked our valve to make sure it was off and we wouldn't have any more trouble. Landlord leaves. It starts flooding again.
Poor McKay spent the next 4 hours sopping up water. It came in waves. There would be 5 minute breaks, but then it would come pouring again. And the water was HOT. I took Margaret for a drive to get her to go to sleep. When she did go to sleep, I came home, nursed her on the bed, and helped McKay. His words were, "It just doesn't stop!" There was a sort of desperation in his voice. It kind of reminded me of being in labor: you don't know when it'll be over and you have to keep working. I kind of felt he got a few hours experience of the never ending hopelessness I felt over a year before. Later, he told me it wasn't that desperate, that it was manageable. Those were the same thing I thought post-labor, too. :) McKay's hands were raw, very raw.
So meanwhile, our water heater was having a baby. Landlord was still gone. Three to four hours! I called some friends because Margaret woke up and dealing with the flood was a 2 person job. I had tied her to my back in the mei tai and was helping McKay, but having someone watch Margaret would be wonderful. Friends came over, helped sop up the floor, watch Margaret, ate lunch with us.
Then the landlord finally came back. They took our water heater out and then we realize there's this pipe coming into our water heater closet that wasn't attached to the water heater and it's leaking. A lot.
It wasn't our water heater. It was the water heater 2 floors up that was up too high which broke the pressure release valve and now it was pouring into our bathroom!
Aftermath: Neighbors got the new heater, we had wet carpets so the landlord left us with a fan and scheduled someone to come out and shampoo our carpets. Because the carpet was untacked by the bathroom, we didn't have a door on the bathroom until Tuesday night. Also, we forgot the carpet cleaners were coming on Wednesday at 9:30. Luckily I was dressed (though Margaret wasn't) and I managed to dress her and move all of our furniture (minus the bed) into the kitchen in under 5 minutes. The house is still in partial disarray, though. Luckily, the landlord is taking off some of our rent next month to pay for the electricity the fan used, our time, and our dinner Saturday night.
Here we are playing with the carpet. The fan blew all the carpet in the room up, so it was like a bounce-house, only less bouncy and more "I can't believe this is how we spent our Saturday!"
Oh, and Sheri, after you called this morning, Margaret wanted to play with the phone since she had just seen me on it. While playing with it, she somehow knocked her mouth with the phone and started crying intensly (I think the teething compounded the frustration). And then she threw up from crying so much on the newly shampooed carpet. I don't think we need to worry about how ECing will affect the carpet anymore. It's christened. :)
Also, something we learned: behind a water heater is a great place to hide porn.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Mother's Day
We had a crazy weekend which I intend to blog about later. In the meantime here're some pictures from earlier this month.
On a walk, picking dandelions
McKay made me Puffin Cake for breakfast on Mother's Day.
Margaret was in charge of the lemons. She loves them.
Hard to see Margaret, but she was in an adorable dress.
And I wore a necklace McKay bought for me, though you can't see it. Had fun with the hat, too, of course.
Pink Giraffe bathrobe.
On a walk, picking dandelions
McKay made me Puffin Cake for breakfast on Mother's Day.
Margaret was in charge of the lemons. She loves them.
Hard to see Margaret, but she was in an adorable dress.
And I wore a necklace McKay bought for me, though you can't see it. Had fun with the hat, too, of course.
Pink Giraffe bathrobe.
Saturday, May 09, 2009
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