Give a Mouse a Cookie

If you let Rebecca make mushroom lasagna for dinner, she'll want chocolate ice cream for dessert.

Since there's no chocolate ice cream in the house, she'll want to make her own, and eventually settle on a recipe for chocolate ice cream with brownie bits.

After making the brownies, she'll realize that ice cream only uses egg yolks, so she'll want to make some macaroons to use up the whites. 

Of course, cooking is no fun if you don't get to sample everything along the way, and by the time she's done with all three desserts that she's impulsively made at 10'o'clock at night, she'll probably have a stomach ache. And a whole mess of dishes (for second time that day). 

Doing all those dishes will make Rebecca super tired, so she'll sleep in the next morning.

Sleeping in will make her soo hungry that she won't want to take the time to figure out a proper breakfast, so she'll probably eat cookies and brownies.

Which will give her stomach ache. And make her fat.

And that, children, is why Rebecca should never be allowed to cook after seven.

Digs

After looking at over a dozen different apartments, we've finally settled on this one:

Yup! We're staying at Grandma and Grandpa's! Well, at least for month or two until an affordable place at one of the places we like opens up. For now, this is home sweet home. You can tell Paige is really bummed.

Mom asked me if Jeff and I had a song, so I had her listen to the song Jeff learned to play and sang to me when we were engaged. Paige gussied up and made us all dance to it. Perfect little anniversary moment.

Damage Control

It's raining in Maryland. Grandpa and Grandma's house has a lot of Very Nice Things. We spend a lot of time telling Paige 'No.' She's not thrilled.

Up until now, Paige has been sleeping in a crib, but since we've been here, she's been sleeping in Tuck Tuck's bed (with Phillip, La La, Clifford, and Elmo). Because it's only been a couple days that she's been sleeping without bars, I didn't necessarily expect to walk in on her Friday, having smeared an entire tube of Desitin all over the bed and herself. Ironically, none of it got into her diaper, because she couldn't get her pants off, and that's what she was crying about when I came in.

By some miracle, the carpet was also spared, but it still took us well over an hour to get everything cleaned up. We've run the sheets through the washer three times though, and they still smell like bum cream.

Now, the next part is my own fault. For some reason I decided that we needed to top things off by giving Paige a haircut right before bed. Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking. Anyway, having had a long day of being scrubbed and rebuked and punished, she was in a right mood. She sat very patiently in the chair while I got her all ready, but as soon as I started cutting, I may as well have been giving a haircut to bobblehead on a dirt road. What was going to be a quick trim became shorter and shorter as I tried to fix botched clips without spearing my thrashing baby. Jeff finally called a halt to the madness and sent us both to our rooms.

After a good night's sleep, we looked over the situation yesterday and each took a turn trying to patch things up. Four packs of fruit snacks and an episode of Spongebob later, here's what we got: it's short, and definitely not ideal, but it'll do till it grows back out. Sheesh.

Off the Road

Well folks, we're safely at Grandma and Grandpa Tuckers'! Here's some of what we learned along the way:

1. Always drive with Benadryl, towels, Fabreeze and a bucket. And, gas station sponge baths are not the end of the world, or a trip. Life goes on.

2. Always bring stickers. When she wasn't queasy, Paige was pretty happy, but a sticker book that can entertain her for 3 hours is always a plus. (I think there's a baby back there!)

3. While the super cheap motels are livable, paying an extra $20 to forgo the funny smells and sticky floors is probably worth it.

4. Des Moines is really pretty. West Virginia is gorgeous.Wow.

5. These two are my favorite travel companions ever.

6. I'm okay with not eating beef jerky or powerade for a while. Yes, I am.

Pulling Her Own

We run a tight ship here on the USS Tucker, and with us leaving port soon, we've stressed to the crew that there will be no lollygagging. As you may remember from our last voyage, our newest mate has a history of being somewhat insubordinate:


However, we are pleased to report that she has since improved significantly:

Provided the mate continues to pull her own weight (all 24 pounds of it), we believe she now exhibits all qualifications and readiness for advancement from Poopy Officer 1st Class to Chief Potty Officer at the next port of call. Plus, the Captain and 1st Mate are getting tired of changing diapers

Counting to 10 + 3.5 minutes of other stuff

The following video is four minutes long, which means those of you with a 21st century attention span probably won't make it through the whole thing.  No worries.  If you can't sit still through four minutes of my incredibly cute daughter being incredibly cute it just means you're modern; in no way does it imply that you're an awful human being.  This is really for Paige, who loves watching videos of herself.  Ecclesiastes tells us that 'all is vanity,' so I figure why fight it?

Paige has been learning to count over the last couple of months.  She nailed the whole 1-10 thing a while ago but she still hasn't quite learned that numbers correspond with things.  I got excited the other day because we had a small break-thru whilst counting some plastic cups she likes to play with.  Paige very patiently pointed at each one, assigned it one (and only one) number, and stopped upon reaching the last cup.  We did this together for about 10 minutes, but when I went to film she was only willing to do it once, and even then it was a half-effort.  Regardless, I kept the film rolling and captured three minutes of Paige being Paige - this is a very good example of her sense of play, which seems like a good thing to record for posterity.  So all you grandmas out there: enjoy four minutes of cuteness.  Everyone else, when you get bored after 30 seconds I found this great site you can go to: it's called 'youtube.'

Quoth the Paige

"Mommy, pea'ut butter is bad. Very bad. It dangerous. An' nummy."