Anyway, so Skye slept in til 7. NICE! Of course, even though Michael went to bed two hours earlier than I because I was freaking out over the news that two of my favorite shows are being canceled,* he still didn't get out of bed to hang with Skye. Whatever. So we had to get up and out anyway because we were attending a brunch at church for all of the volunteers for the children's program. It was pretty sweet. Best part: Panera pumpkin muffins. Nuff said. (Ok, so there were better parts, but I'm just emphasizing my love for all things food-related.)
So after the luncheon, I got the insane urge to go to Walmart on a Saturday in December. (I still don't know what came over me.) Oh yeah, I wanted Christmas lights to decorate my shrubs. Nevermind the fact that they are only like a foot high off the ground. I have awesome shrubs, I love Christmas lights, and I don't want to string them across the gutter again. So after a few hours of begging Michael to go and finally losing patience, we piled into the minivan (all-wheel drive minivan, so it's really like a luxury SUV being that it has way more legroom than either of my parents' SUV's of the same make.) Oh, but before we got into the car, we had to gear up. We decided to pull out Skye's enormous rubber-soled snow boots. (Because it's snowing out, duh! So what if we're not going to put her down while we're outside? It's adorable!) So they were still a little big, but Skye was in love! She had a freaking ball stomping around the house in those bad boys. She enjoyed them so much that I put them on her this evening when she was only wearing a onesie. (Don't worry, it's really warm in our house due to the fact that it's freakishly small, we have baseboard heat, and I used the oven to bake our shepherd's pie** for dinner.)
So anyway, we went to Walmart, and I was all psyched to get my lights. The whole way over I was thinking about all the possibilities to showcase my tiny shrubs. Then as we were walking toward the Walmart Christmas Center, guess who laid the verbal smack down and refused to allow me admittance to the Christmas Center? Michael Ebenezer Halpin. He advised that the shrubs are too small and we don't need to put up lights this year. This did not go over well with me, but I was in no mood to make a scene. Even though we normally go totally white trash and yell at each other in public during Walmart shopping trips, I was determined to not let that happen. Just before we left, we noticed our old neighbors wandering around the produce department.*** It was so weird. On the way out we pondered whether or not they had seen us and our adorable baby. I can't believe that they wouldn't want a closer look and come over to say hello. Whatever. I wonder if they still live in the apartment? Actually, they were probably wondering why my toddler was not wearing shoes. Then again, it was Walmart, so maybe they didn't wonder. Anyway, half-way through the trip I noticed that Skye's boots were about to slip off, so we removed them.
After Walmart we came home, had dinner and chilled out. It was cool. So really, it wasn't interesting or blog-worthy, but that was my day!
In other news, Skye has mastered her first phrase. (She's such a lady...) "Stop it!" I have no idea where she learned it because I never say that to her. Seriously, I don't. I think Michael says that when she smacks him. Anyway, it's pretty hilarious sometimes. She'll hit you and say, "Stop it!"
Another cute Skye story... last Sunday she climbed onto the bed and did her kneel-and-bob move whereby she almost jumps on the bed, but she's on her knees. I decided to join her. At that moment, she arched her back and nearly flew off the bed backwards. Luckily I caught her, but she managed to kick me in the face and knock out my contact lens. It was crazy.
I guess I should end this post. I really have nothing to say, but I don't feel like doing anything else. Oh well. Peace out, ya'll!
*The head jerks at ABC decided to cancel Pushing Daisies and Dirty Sexy Money. I know what you're thinking... the same thing I was thinking, "NOOOOO! Why!? Why!?" Seriously, there is something incredibly refreshing to me about both of those series. Probably the fact that there is nothing like either one of them on the air right now. I guess ABC will just have to replace them with some sort of crime-solving drama or reality show. (Not that I don't love CSI: NY or a plethora of reality shows. I just already watch those shows, and I want something different and unique.) Can you tell that I'm still not over it? WhatEVER! There are a few more episodes of each. I'm sure that I will faithfully log in to abc.go.com to watch my shows until their 13th episodes where the both series will end with enormous cliff hangers never to be resolved. I mean, we're in a recession, people! At LEAST give me good television to watch! Maybe ABC will just replace Wednesday nights with another depressing news show about how the country is going to implode.
**I found two awesome Martha Stewart recipes for Shepherd's Pie, and I put them together. It was soooo good. Like for real. So good. Skye loved it too. Michael, not so much. He's not big on the shepherd's pie or pea scene. I advised him that that's like spitting on the graves of his Scottish ancestors. Even though it's a total pain to make it, I will have to put it in my regular rotation because it's AWESOME! Let me know if you want the recipe, and I'll e-mail it. I probably shouldn't publish it because I don't exactly have the rights to it.
***They were pretty nice. They lived next to the pothead beneath us. One day while Michael was out, I begged the dude to kill and dispose of a huge spider for me. After generously completing this task, he confessed that he, too, hates bugs and he normally has his wife kill them. I felt so bad, but he was really sweet about it. His wife and I never really spoke, but we definitely were friends of friends back in high school.
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Take a pic next time of Skye for me!!!
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