For some reason Casey has been obsessed with Frankenstein this Halloween and decided that was the costume he wanted. I found one on E-Bay and he's stoked and I can't wait to see him in it. Since I have decided to participate in the Trunk-or-Treat at his school, I thought it would be cool to dress like the Bride of Frankenstein. First thing first: the hair. I found this DIY tutorial via Google and decided to take a chance on it. I went to the store this morning and purchased the following:
black poster board
300 cotton balls
black costume hair spray since getting your hands on actual spray paint requires way too much effort.
Luckily we have a hot glue gun here in the office and it's nice and dead so I was able to get this all done in about an hour with Casey being none the wiser. I wrapped the poster board around my head for size and then cut it down to about half of the length. Next, I cut one end into flaps to fold over so the top would lie flat. This gave me a nice cylinder to work with so I cut what resembled a hairline and proceeded to glue just a few shy of the 300 cotton balls I purchased to the poster board. I recommend putting the glue directly on to the poster board and adding the cotton balls rather than trying to glue each individual cotton ball. I ended up with this (and some scary eyes):
Not too shabby right? Then I found a lightning bolt online and cut it out to lie on the sides of the wig before spray painting the whole thing black. Nothing too fancy, you know. I just don't trust myself to freehand.
I took that cotton ball wig outdoors and sprayed away and look what I walked away with!
Pretty good right?I think my lightning bolts are a little off-center and I'll need to do some touch ups but whatever. I will say this thing is a little heavier than I thought it would be but I think it looks great. I spent about $28 for the supplies and a make-up kit. So it's not exactly cheap to do but whatever. Tomorrow? I think I'll bring in an old sheet and try to make a dress. Yup. Working hard.
In this week's email from babycenter.com it said: Your baby's emotions are becoming more obvious. Over the next few
months, she may learn to assess and imitate moods and might show the
first stirrings of empathy. For instance, if she hears someone crying,
she may start crying too.
This could not have been more on the nose. Christa for the most part is not much of a crier as she is a whiner. This weekend, though, when Dalton was at our house, he began to cry and boy did she ever follow suit. It was totally hilarious and also kind of just darling. Wee baby friends. I think that was the first time she's ever been around another baby her age and it was just so much fun watching the two of them interact.
When I'm not looking, Christa will scoot with her feet on her tummy hither and yon but the second she sees me she starts crying. I know she's moments away from actually crawling and I am very excited for her to start trusting in herself a bit more. Gain a little confidence. She's been such an active little girl ever since she was in my tummy and all along my mother has sort of been threatening me with a story of my brother walking at 9 months. To be honest, I won't be at all surprised if Little Miss doesn't follow in her uncle's footsteps. She's getting much better holding on to things and standing unassisted, sort of moving around the ottoman and that sort of thing.
Her appetite is voracious. She's sleeping like a champ. Those two little chompers seem to be the only ones for now. This is the last week of her seventh month. She beams when she sees her brother and no one makes her laugh like him. She's just a pleasure to be around and I'm still beyond thrilled being her mommy. Every now and then I get super sad thinking she's my last baby and she's not going to be a baby for very much longer, you know? She's such a doll.
This weekend was a busy and fun one! On Friday night, Christine & Company came over so Christa and Dalton met one another for the first time. Since babies could care less about pictures or sitting still, this was the only not blurry one I got but it's still really stinkin' cute! Tiny baby train.
On Saturday I finally found time for a pedi. I've been letting Casey pick my colors so he decided on orange. I compromised but check it out! (Sorry BFF for the toe shot)
Saturday was also Baby D's first birthday party! It was just delightful to be outside enjoying beautiful weather and wonderful company. I stinkin' love these kids and their re-enactment of Lady & The Tramp by way of paper plate.
It's not every day you and your oldest friend of 35 years get to hang out with your babies that are a mere 4 months apart. Man. This makes my heart soar. And sore. It's insane.
On Sunday the kids and I visited my Gran in the morning and then headed out to the Highland Games to watch Husband throw a heavy rock a few times. Plus he wore a skirt. And meat socks. He competed the first time five years ago and still placed 11 out of 14. Not too shabby for a 40-year old novice.
Daddy with his daughter
Daddy with his son
Casey getting to pet a super furry fuzzy cow!
And later that night Casey decided to cook. And make a super weird face.
Little lovely Christa Tootsy Bootsy just keeps getting sweeter and cuter every single week. Her eyebrows? Literally are going to be the death of me. Death by eyebrows. Ugh. I still can't figure out if she's going to be a redhead because her hair is chameleon-like. One day it looks blondish brown, the next it's strawberry blonde. I can't wait to see what happens if it ever grows in more than this silly Kewpie doll hair. I'm anxious for the days of pigtails. Will she get curls? The suspense is killing me.
Her favorite thing to do is stand. That's it. It's all she wants to do. She rolls here and there but will not crawl. She is sort of throwing herself in a direction if she sees something she desires, though. That's pretty fun. She managed to get a hold of a bag of Cheetos like that this weekend. It also means a lot more owies because she has no balance and generally ends up bumping her head or twisting her arm.
She is definitely getting "moodier" and more demanding. When people hang out with her and experience her mellow disposition, I get mocked for saying she is moody. But when she's not getting her way? She will cry and squeal now and get super pouty. It's very cute and hard to take seriously. I think she's teething and going through a growth spurt because in addition to being cranky more often, she's pooping like a damn professional and taking more naps.
She's a very good eater but sometimes she gets a little carried away and will choke a bit. Thankfully nothing serious. She's also getting quite good at using a sippy cup. We just put water in there but she's got the motions down. I think she has more fun just filling her mouth with water and letting it trickle down her chin and soak her chest. And of course she does the motor boat thing with her lips so spit and food and beverage fly everywhere. My goofy little baby friend. Just love her so dang much.
Husband & I attended the 2014 NLDS Dodgers Home Game 1 on a warm day.
Wynonna Judd messed up singing the anthem but this giant flag made me weep uncontrollably. Absolutely amazing. I've never cried so hard in my life.
Big. Ass. Nachos.
A little bit of a rumble. Those dummies lost. And I cried a lot.
The next day I successfully made Spam Musubi from frickin' scratch as part of Husband's 40th birthday Hawaiian spread. It was not as hard as it seemed, but not overly easy, per se. Very yummy though as was the rest of the bounty we had.
My uncles were here from Germany with their lovely friend Kelley.
The children dog piling their Gaga.
This picture of Husband looking all giddy made my life.
Sunday we attended a 50th wedding anniversary party and Christa looked adorable.
And Casey discovered his love of stemware and eating ice.
And we broke in the dance floor with our friend Adela.
This weekend for me was full of very high highs and very low lows that I feel warrant some words here. I think I have PMS which is sort of a "new" feeling after not having a period for like a year. Or maybe I'm just textbook depressed. It's hard to say. I drank more beers than I should have and slept very little while working very hard to put on a great party for Husband. I felt like I couldn't reach expectations I had put on myself nor could I reach expectations I felt others had for me. I think my behavior may have ruined parts of the weekend for people I love quite dearly. I know my behavior upset me. It's hard, you know. The first year with a new baby kind of sucks the life out of you. I'm trying to be the best employee at a 40-hour a week job and then I go home to try and be the best mom and wife I can be (which often times means being a housekeeper and an accountant!). And in the hours I'm not struggling to get a good night's sleep, I'm working on trying to be a good daughter and sister and friend. There's only one of me trying to be all these things and quite frankly I'm not sure I'm doing a good job at any of it some days. On top of that, I missed my dad very much this weekend, unbearably so. There is no doubt I am grieving the loss of someone who was my biggest champion and the most amazing mentor and friend as well as just the best dad and man I ever knew. Some days I wonder how I can get out of bed, I guess. It's just one of those times right now.