Anyway, I'm just burning time. Ryan had his wisdom teeth out this afternoon. He's in the bedroom watching crazy, awful movies (like Crank 2:High Voltage). Maizey is with my mother in law, and I'm left with a bunch of free time. I've already caught up on my Rachel Zoe and Flipping Out, so there's no TV left to watch. Anyway, Ryan is doing pretty well. He only had 2 wisdom teeth--apparently he's more evolved than the rest of us (but probably less wise), so hopefully that will make recovery slightly easier. Poor dude, they couldn't sedate him. It's supposed to be a light general anesthesia (since they can't intubate you in that setting--or just don't), you're not supposed to be awake, luckily I wasn't. Well, for whatever reason, they couldn't put him out. So he was awake, but his memory is spotty. He was also on nitrous, so he was in good spirits and telling all the ladies how much I liked the Twilight saga. Funny boy. Because he has such a high tolerance for medication they gave him a really strong prescription for pain meds. I've been really worried about it. I left briefly (to run an errand) and asked him to stay in bed--just to avoid catastrophe. When I walked in the house, I found him face-down on the floor! I screamed his name, it was just what I feared most! Well, he started to laugh, he was fine. He was fooling me. I guess this means he's feeling okay...
What else? Nothing really. Here are lots of fun photos of the last couple of weeks...
My mom, sis, and darling daughter
Bill Cosby style... This pair is inseparable, except for when they're separated. They're in auntie-niecey love!
Same with these two!
Same with these two!
Aww, so sad. Those are stamps on her hands--she gets them after Little Gym.
Looks like a catalog shot, the house and the baby!
Sissys, not sissies. Yes, I know I'm cute!
"Interesting, but terribly overrated..."
"mmma" and "pahhhhh"
Great grammy's 80th birthday!Looking 80s radical this morning. The top is courtesy of auntie and the shoes were hand-me-downs from cousin Ari.
Lou's collar as a belt. Tres chic!
I've spent my whole life trying to avoid engineers (my friend Jill is the engineer exception--she's very well socialized). I've managed to surround myself with them--my dad, my husband, and now, my daughter. I was in denial about Maizey for most of her life, but I've come to accept it. If there is a buckle, clasp, snap, drawer, zipper, she's all about it! She spends hours (well tens of minutes), just fiddling around with the same buckle, and she endlessly stacks blocks and canned foods. Please tell me this is normal toddler behavior. Please let Maizey be a prima ballerina and medical doctor when she grows up. Or, even a receptionist...We had some torrential downpours last weekend. Maizey loves puddles, so we geared up and took to the street in search of some gigantic puzzles. We ended just having a really great time playing at the school by our house.
This felt so much more impressive than it looks, it felt like I was 10 feet off the ground, not 4!