The Erie County Fair

So much has happened since I last blogged. I must apologize for our dissapearance, our camera cord was mistakenly moved to Pennsylvania with our dear friends the McIntiers, but it is on its way home. We will post pictures of all our many recent adventures soon, and be excited, we have had many.

Anywway, here are our adventures in words: Firstly, Taylor started Law School this past week- well not really school, but orientation. We also gave a final farewell to our next door neighbors who came and got their stuff on their way to State College, it was sad. It has been incredibly hot, and with no air conditioning, I have been incredibly cranky. I have also been sick for 14 days. I went to the Internet and have diagnosed myself with swine flu. Henry and I were in a fashion show at the mall, and the mall manager told me that Henry stole the show (pics to come!) and I have been working like a maniac, and so has Taylor. We just take turns switching Henry off between the two of us while the other one runs off to work. This past week I also accepted a part-time management position at the Gap. I am really excited and I am glad they are so willing to work with my limited schedule.

Now on to our most adventurous venture in the recent weeks: the Erie County Fair. The fair was so much better than I could have ever imagined. The Temptations were playing at the fair and we went to the concert (I didn't recognize a single song) but it was totally worth watching all the crazy people around us dance and sing. Henry also had quite the experience. We unfortunately sat next to a group of drunken old men. The man right next to me kept pouring some sort of hard liquor into his beer cup, and when I wasn't looking, he decided Henry would love some of the ice from his cup. When I looked over, Henry was sucking on whiskey covered ice and loving every minute of it, heaven only knows what this man was thinking, but he soon offered Henry another piece of ice. Henry loves ice, and was therefore very angry when I tried to take it away, so I gave in, and he ate it. Oh well.

Anyway, after the concert, the farm animals, some funnel cake, and all the 4H crafts you could handle, we were wandering around and we passed a large tent/building with a wooden box inside on a table and a giant sign reading: World's shortest woman, 29 inches tall, come see her and her mini living room: 50 CENTS. All my life I have wondered about these booths touting bearded women, and snake people, so we stopped. I debated about whether to go in, some friends with us told us it was most likely not real (they had been suckered in by the snake woman the year before who turned out to be a stuffed animal) but for $.50 I felt like I couldn't resist. I approached the booth and realized that is was actually $1, and the $.50 was for 10 and younger. For a whole dollar I just didn't know if it was worth the money if it was fake. As I was debating the decision, two women walked out of the booth, and I had my chance to learn if it was real. I approached them and asked them if there really was a real 29 inch woman in the box, they said YES! She is real! I made them promise, and they did. So that was it, I was going in. I found some 10 yr old girl who was afraid to go in by herself, so we ventured in together. As I entered the tent and saw inside the box, there was the saddest looking mini-woman you have ever seen. The instant I saw her I was overcome with guilt. What kind of awful person pays $1 to exploit some poor Jamaican woman? Really, what kind of society do we live in where we pay to stare and people with disablitlies and laugh? I tried to talk to her and chat, I asked her if she got bored in the box, but she didn't say much. She just sat there with her bible in hand, in a box, with a picture of her family and Jesus taped to the side. I felt awful. Part of me wanted to take a picture, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, and it cost and extra dollar which I didn't have. I exited and told Taylor and our friends Adrian and Natalie all about it and they laughed, and I laughed, and we left. I guess the moral of the story is that if you pay to see crazy people at the fair, don't be surprised when there really is a real person inside the box.

And lastly, I think I am going to take the plunge and chop my hair off again. I did 2 yrs ago, and I think I am ready for a change. I quite like my long hair but I only ever do it on Sundays. Anyway, this is a picture from the last time I did it. Should I do it again? I am going to do it no matter what, I think I just need a little encouragement. I think my face looks a little funny here, my nose seems out of place- ignore that part and tell me if you like the hair. Thanks friends!


Tidbits from our week

Henry is finally to that age where he actually makes a conscious choice as to what he wants to do from moment to moment, rather than being stopped by every object he sees. His new favorites are reading, and pillows. He grabs books opens the pages and mumbles to himself from page to page. I know that every child does this, but when it is your own, it is really cute.

He is still in love with rolling around on the pillows on our bed. I love it. Every morning he toddles in and begs to be put on the bed.

We have aquired two more lovely pieces of free furniture. We have been searching for a bookcase of some sort for Taylor's office, and we found this one. We love it, however, it isn't hard to love something that was free.
And we got this lovely locker at the Gap. It is cardboard. And as you can see at its base, it may not last very long. As soon as we got it home, Henry climbed inside, and it collapsed. We'll see how long it lasts.

And one final thing, Target redesigned their diapers. I love them. Green and blue polka dots. They also seem to be better quality as well, or maybe Henry just isn't peeing as much. Either way, his pajamas are not wet when he wakes up in the morning.


I'm home.

I made it. I got home last night, a little bit earlier than expected so Taylor could work today, I was supposed to come home this morning, but came home a day early. Anyway- camp was enormous amounts of fun. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I had lots of kitchen duty and I am now an expert on cooking meals for very large groups of people. I got to wear a hairnet and all. I made loads of new friends, and did some crazy things. I didn't shower the whole time I was there (however I did swim in the lake a few times which cleaned me off a bit), I forgot my brush and therefore only brushed my hair twice in four days with strangers' hairbrushes, I saw lots and lots of fireflies, I giggled a lot, and told lots of stories, I ate too much, got a kagillion bug bites, stayed up too late, talked about boys, and had an entirely good time. I think some adults forget what it is like to be a teenager (including some of the adults/leaders that were at camp :)) but I don't think I will ever forget, mostly because I still feel like one. Anyway, here are some pictures of the girls from my cabin and the girls from my ward.

I missed Taylor tremendously, and Henry too. However I don't think Henry missed me one bit, and when we got home, he went straight to Taylor. Taylor came to get me at camp thanks to our dear friend Alaska who watched Henry for many hours, and Taylor was able to stay for the special guests dinner for the last night at camp. And then after dinner we had an uninterrupted 2 hour drive home with just each other...it was wonderful. Its the best date we've had in months. When we got home, Taylor had a surprise for me, he painted our bedroom and rearranged it. I am in love. We hated the clay-pot/baked pumpkin color. Here are some before and after pictures.


I am going away.

I am headed off to girls camp tomorrow for the whole blasted week. I am kind of excited, but in all seriousness a little sad to leave Taylor all week. I know it's only a week and no one really wants to hear about how much I will miss him and how much I love him, but tough beans. I am really going to miss him. It makes me sad to be away for so long. Henry on the other hand, I may not miss quite so much. Don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, I'll miss his tubby little body, and squishing him, and squeezing him, but he is not nearly as good of company as Taylor. Speaking of the little guy, we went to the zoo this week and I made him walk across the wobbly bridge without me. He hated it.

Taylor found another wonderful curbside treasure, the kid drags it around the house and he thinks it's a dog. He is really cute (Henry, not the horse).
We discovered the TV this week. It's amazing. I just tie him in this chair with a snack and I can take a shower now without having to wonder what messes he'll make while I am gone, or without having to lock him in the bathroom with me and get the shower curtain opened on me every few moments. Thank you Blue's Clues. Some of you may wonder why we never tried this earlier, but we did and he never really liked it much. His span is still only about twenty minutes. But those are gloriously wonderful minutes.

We went to a birthday party this week and it was HOT!!! As you can see, little Henry gets like his mother in the heat, red and-even though you can't see it here-cranky! He also aquired the taste for bread at the party. Hooray.

And lastly, just so Taylor doesn't forget what I look like while I am gone, here I am.
I like to call these our peas and carrots shirts. We go together like peas and carrots.