Gretchen Records Her Life: November 2006

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Growing Up

My baby girl is growing so fast. We had to put away all her 0-3 months clothes already.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

The Nightmare After Thanksgiving

Last night after putting our little party animal to bed, I went to my room to find some pajamas. As I walked in the room, I noticed that the closet door was wide open and my dresser drawer was open with clothes strewn all over the floor. Corey denied doing this, and it was highly unlikely that Natalie did it. Or the cats for that matter. I was really freaked out and made Corey check the entire house and yard for an intruder (even though all the doors were locked). Then I remembered that my shirt had gotten caught earlier and since I was in a hurry, I let all the clothes tumble out. Oops. All that drama for nothing.

Grandpa and Natalie

Natalie was so happy to see Grandpa at Thanksgiving. She hadn't seen him since the day after she was born, and though that's only one month, to her it is a lifetime. Grandpa held her most of the day and rarely let others have a turn.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Naughty Cats and Pink Christmas Trees

We bought Natalie a pink Christmas tree for her room. She loves looking at the lights. Last night, when getting ready to leave, I nearly stepped in a little pile of vomit with little pink bits in it. Every Christmas, Mia eats the tree. Every year. this year, she has gotten Maggie to join her. Next year, I'm sure Natalie will also join in the fun. Personally, I'll stick to the Little Debbie Christmas Trees.

Monday, November 20, 2006

This is for Anna and Owen

By the way...when are you two coming over for a play date? Anna can run around and dance and Owen can twirl balloons and Natalie can grunt and snort.

Yesterday we had 2 of the funniest things ever happen to us.
First, we were sitting quietly in church. I think a song or a prayer had just finished and everything was VERY QUIET. Natalie took that opportunity to let out a GINORMOUS belch. Loud enough for the entire congregation to hear. All 300 people (or however many). Isn't she cute?

Corey and I got home to find a message on the answering machine. Let me preface the rest of the story by saying, MOM, we aren't laughing at you, just with you. The message goes: "Hi Gretchen. Oh hi. How are you? haha. I'm fine. No, go ahead. Oh. haha. I keep hearing an echo. OH. I thought you were on the phone." Poor mama was talking to herself on my machine. An entire conversation of herself with her echo. Love you mom. You're the funniest. This message ties with the message she left Karl where she said "Hi Karl, this is Gretchen. Oh, I mean this is mom." The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Saddest Girl in the Whole World

Natalie and I were looking forward to seeing her grandparents this weekend. She hasn't seen her grandpa since she was 2 days old, and she's getting so big now (over 10 pounds). But alas, the car had other plans and decided to quit driving so the grandparents couldn't come. She was so upset she was going to tear her clothing with her teeth. Then she remembered she doesn't have teeth. So we just looked at pictures of her and grandma from the last visit and she felt better.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

A Shout Out to Little Debbie

Hands down, my favorite part of the holiday season are these treats. Sure, they taste like all the other Little Debbie cakes. You know, waxy, dry, sugary. But I LOVE them. And they are on sale this week for $1 at Walgreen's and Meijer. Hint hint.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Curly Girly

I think Natalie is going to have Mom's curly hair...

and her Uncle Karl's love for food.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Little Rosebud

This morning Natalie had a little snuggle time with Mr. Bear, a gift from some friends at work. She got a little confused because of his read coat and thought he was Santa Clause. I think this is because we watched Santa Clause 2 several times recently. Anyway, she asked him for a pony and he said yes. Great. What are we going to do with a pony?

Gretchen Records Her Life