Sydney making her latest "I'm not happy with this" face (and David Cook in the background)
I also set up and did a photo shoot of Sydney this week, so I'll post those pictures soon as well.
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While he was off being manly, a friend and I decided to drag our babies to a community garage sale nearby. I love the concept of community garage sales. Everyone brings their stuff out, you drive like 3 miles and hit 15 garage sales, etc. Well, I realized that this community was an over 55 community, which made me think they would have tossed most of their stuff when they moved in, but apparently not! It was pretty funny because everything was sooooo old! It made us laugh. We did go to one other garage sale that was better, but all in all it was just a funny morning.
Then Aaron and I both spent the rest of the day working in the yard. He dug a giant hole to plant our new tree in that we purchased Friday night (a globe willow). Then our neighbor kindly helped him roll and heave the thing into place. Thanks Caleb! I meanwhile, was not just cooling my heels. Our landscaper did not put enough dirt in our garden when he did it and the stuff he did put in was mostly the original clay crap that doesn't grow anything. We ended up buying a ton of steer manure, peat moss, and sand to help break down the icky stuff in there, but it all had to be mixed together. That's what I did. The good news - I finished it all right about the same time Aaron finished the tree. The bad news - still not enough dirt. We need to do more this week. Blah. Sydney sat on a blanket and watched for awhile, until the wind kicked up and blew my shirt halfway up my back (can we say, show your religion day?), blew a bunch of our bought dirt away, and blew it all over my slobbery kid and her toys. She was covered in brown stuff. Needless to say, we all ended up having baths that night.
I love my baby. I love feeding her, playing with her, dressing and bathing her, and I don't even mind changing her! I know a lot of women don't feel fulfilled enough staying at home with their kids (and I know that many other women are not actually able to stay at home - I'm not judging anyone here), but I couldn't imagine a more fulfilling and wonderful way to spend my days, weeks, and months than with this amazing little person. Plus, after taking so long to get this little squirt, how could I let anyone else raise her if it's humanly possible for me to stay home and do it? I couldn't miss a single moment - every new discovery is an absolute joy. Aaron often says that I have all the fun, and he's totally right. Taking care of kids is sometimes hard and is a lot of work, but gosh it's great. I'd totally rather change 6 poopy diapers than go to the office each day. :)