Christmas pictures

Grandma June shows off her wad of cash!

Such a cutie pie

Yo Yo Yo
Digging in the stocking

Sweet new kitchen from G&G Larson

Her usual "squat and smile" pose!

We forgot the camera at my mom & dad's so we are relying on Jen to give us some Christmas Day pics from her house.

A new sled from Grandma & Grandpa Jacobson

Thanks for the sled! I love it!

Splish splashin' away

PFT results

Madeline had great results from her PFT 2 weeks ago. I just spoke with Dr. P yesterday from the U and it was a good report. She grew some Staph. in her lungs but she's not sick and since her PFTs were good they're not going to treat it. Good girl, Madi. And good job Mommy and Daddy.

Can you believe it? A NEW Post!

Sorry - I can't believe it's been OVER A MONTH since I last posted. I should really be ashamed of myself..."should" being the operative word. Here's what's been going on in our lives for the past month.

1. Amy diagnosed with pseudotumor cerebri. It's non-life-threatening which is good. It also explained the pressure I was feeling behind my eyes and the reason my face looks like this:

HOLY

PUFFY

PUFFY

PUFFY

PUFFY

FACE,

BATMAN!

P.C. is basically an over abundance of cerebrospinal fluid in the brain. It causes pressure on my optic nerve thus presenting like a tumor...but in the word of Ahhhnold Schwartzenegger, "It's not a tumah." I also scored a trip to North Memorial for a very unpleasant lumbar puncture and an MRI to get a CD of images of my brain that are ever-so-lovely. Here are a few of my googly-eyed faves:

Looking at the top of my head. I seem surprised about something.

side view of the side of my head. Again, bulgy eye.

#2. We built a large house out in the country for ourselves. Nope. Curt finally finished the remodel he's been working on all summer and fall. He did a wonderful job and is very proud of how it turned out. 3. I actually decorated the house for Christmas. It has been 2 years since we last decorated.
Here are some highights...


Yep, the tree leans. It's a hand-me-down from Mom. Why yes, it is the 6' fake tree that she used to put outside on the deck lit up. Yep, I got the outside tree.

Madi even helped decorate. Here she is washing the dust and dirt off a Swedish troll doll with her water bottle. She calls the troll a baby even though it's a doll of a 200 year old-ish white haired woman. Oh well.

We've also made Swedish potato sausage, saurkrout and Christmas cookies. Man, we really are becoming domesticated.
See you in another month! Just kidding.

Pumpkin Carving

I'm soooo ready for this!

"Woah!"

"Lemme at it"

This is honestly as close to touching the "guts" as she got! She's like her Mama and doesn't like her hands dirty

"Yep, I'll just watch from here, thanks."

"Nope, there's really nothing in there!"

Madi's "amazed" expression at Daddy carving.

Big helper

"Put this over here, I don't want that thing on my lap."

Since she can't carve, I let Madi color with markers on her pumpkin. A fine job, if I must say so myself.

She loved looking inside the hollow pumpkin...then found a new game of throwing things in the pumpkin and retrieving them.

scribbling away

The finished masterpieces. Curt's on the left. My (scribbly) cat is on the right.

Look what I "made"

Happy Halloween!

Love, Dorothy (a.k.a. Madi)

3 new posts below!!!

Sorry, it's been FOREVER since I last posted. I'm so busy. okay I am just lazy.

Go Vikes!

B was nice enough to babysit all day on Monday since we didn't have daycare. She brought her jersey and stayed for the Vikes vs. Packers game. Madi really got into the clapping and shouting that was going on at the house! She had no idea why everyone was doing it but joined in!

Kiss the Cook!

Madi is so much into pretend play right now. I saw this cheap, little pretend kitchen with food, plates and tiny stove and had to get it. She loves cooking and feeding her babies!

Cheese! I love my kitchen, Mama!

Sometimes you have to sit in the big chair to better feed a little baby. Sorry for the sideways pic. It won't flip for me.

Now let's try the high chair for baby. That was Mama's toy when she was little.

Mmmm...ketchup does a body good

Cookin' up some bacon and eggs.

Sitting at the table for some bacon and eggs fresh out of the pan. Too bad she'll eat neither in "real life." Maybe the plastic kind tastes better.

Sandbox Kid

Curt built a sandbox for Madi this summer. She goes in occasionally to dig and make a mess!

Sorry no pictures but It's been an interesting day

This is what happens when you've been working LONG hours and using really stinky Gorilla Glue all day:
1. Inhibitions are slightly less...making you more at ease in a meeting with 3 of your superiors. You think about telling a story that has a little too much information but decide not to. Okay, not a bad thing.
2. Get home and hug & kiss the bajeezes out of your daughter. Well not really a bad thing but think of all the H1N1 flu that I could be exposed to at the office.
3. Bring daughter to potty before running the bathwater. Daughter doesn't potty this time and you let her stand naked while you run the water (knowing in the back of your mind that it's not a good idea).
4. Daughter pees on the floor.
5. Clean it up without putting her back on the potty (again knowing in the back of your mind that it's not a good idea). .
6. Daughter pees on the floor...again.
7. Put her in the tub and clean up the rest of the pee - she can't have any more in her right?
8. While struggling to rinse shampoo out of daughter's hair, she slips in the tub. A few tears ensue but no big deal.
9. Sense that tonight hasn't been going well and VERY carefully take her wet, slippery body out of the tub.
10. While lotioning daughter, give her some lotion to smear on herself to make her stop fussing.
11. Ask husband to call poison control because she ate the lotion.
12. Husband dials 1-800-POISON and instead gets a porn line.
13. Husband dials his sister instead to get the Poison Control number.
14. Poison Control assures us she'll be fine. The warning to "call poison control immediately" on the bottle is basically there for legal reasons.
15. Sigh
16. Read bedtime stories, a few rounds of "Where is Thumbkin", and put daughter to bed.
17. Worry that this is an omen of things to come. Maybe I'll come down with malaria in the middle of the night due to the recent hatching of 10 million mosquitos in back yard.

How was your evening?

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