Walkin' in a winter wonderland

Baby blog updated with a walking video and a very few Christmas and winter outfits. Including this cute dress.

Baby blog updated

Another "papa zee" video and pictures from the last 4 weeks.

To and fro, stop and go, that's what makes the world go 'round

Ah opposites. One of the great things about marriage is you take a man and woman who are similar enough to get married but different enough to make it interesting.

I do not take risks. I like to know something is completely safe before I try it, and if I know something carries even a hint of danger, I don't do it. Especially if I'm not supposed to. So basically, I'm a pansy.

Todd likes risks. He's a rock climber; one time in Red Rock he and a friend came across a rope dangling from the top of a boulder. Who knows how long the rope had been there, where it led, whether you could get back down, etc. Todd and his friend climbed the rope. Todd is firmly in non-pansy territory.

This difference is apparent in how we hang our outdoor Christmas lights. We live in a tri-level row townhouse, so we have a skinny tall home. We wanted to hang lights around our kitchen window, the top of which is probably a good 15 feet off the ground.

Standing at the top of our ladder, Todd couldn't reach the top of the window. Me: "Oh well, the rest of the lights look nice anyway." Todd: "I bet if I hang out the window I can reach."

In this picture he's standing on the ladder; that's how high our kitchen is.

So after Pansy Jen reminded him multiple times about how often people come into Emergency Rooms because they have fallen off the roof hanging Christmas lights (doctor, heal thyself), Todd did in fact hang the Christmas lights. With no mishap.

Having balancing personalities works well. The house looks great with the addition of the window lights, and it never would've happened with just a pansy in charge.

And after gazing at our pretty lights, Todd looked further upward at the two windows and asked, "Do you think those little tiny sloping roofs can hold weight?"

No, I don't.

Sheesh

Here is reason #9,876,567,345 I don't want pets.

They don't know what to do with kids and will attack them.

At my friend's house today Nadine got swatted by a cat. Who hadn't been de-clawed. I am so grateful she closed her eye, because two of the three puncture marks are right by her eye. One was at the very edge of the bottom of her eye. Poor girl got a black eye from a cat!

She cried for a bit, but she's a tough girl. And then when the other cat appeared, she immediately screeched with joy and crawled after it. No harm no foul.

And yes, there is immense mommy guilt associated with this episode. I should have been right by her while she was in an animal's face, and I should not have allowed my baby to even be in an animal's face. Live and learn.