Tuesday, April 28, 2009
I had to post this picture. Jesse loves throwing Maximus around and doing little tricks with him and every night he does this one. Maximus seriously uses his abs to hold himself up in this position. Jesse holds his legs and says, "stay straight" and runs around the house while Maximus holds himself up. He looks like a hood ornament or something on the front of a ship.
Maximus loves snakes. He carries them ALL around the house bundled up in his blankets or stuffs them into shoes. The other night we were sitting in his playroom eating popcorn and I looked down to notice one in the bowl! This morning he put them all into his dirty laundry. I usually try to put them away at night because stepping on one at 5am in a dark hallway isn't the coolest thing.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
So it took me a while to locate our camera, the dock and thingy that transfers pictures...but I uploaded a bunch and here they are.
Jesse's mom is incapable of visiting without gifts. Today Maximus got a kitchen! And metal pots and pans! And plastic produce! Can I tell you had rad kid kitchens are?! I had one as a child and I think boys need them too. Why not? Every single chef I've worked with has been male.
"Team Handsomer" made eggplant.
Handsomer was digging for something in a tote and fell right in.
We love living in Lincoln. We live in a little neighborhood that is filled with families and we totally lucked out and have a playground right across the street from us.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
We're finally all settled in Lincoln and we love it! I haven't blogged lately because we were moving and didn't have internet service until Friday night.
My dear friend, Ann, is a tattoo freak and she's plugged into the "tattoo scene". Ann knows a few famous artists and recently told me about Oliver Peck. I knew who he was- a strange looking guy who was married to Kat Von D and is a talented traditional tattoo artist. I thought getting a tattoo by him was out of the question until recently. But no! Jesse and I are both getting tattooed by him on May 15th! We have 2 hours a piece scheduled. I hope that my 3/4 sleeve will be brought down to my elbow, or I'm going to work from my right wrist up. I know what I want tattooed, just the location is to be decided. Check out his mustache!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Jackie's vet called me this morning. The results finally came back and they showed that she has an advanced stage 2-3 cancer with a 50/50 chance of it returning quickly and spreading to her organs. The vet said it's a "wishy washy" guess of her life expectancy. She'll most likely have more bumps that are mast cell cancer tumors, but the good news is that she doesn't have weeks to life. They don't know if it'll spread to her lymph nodes and we have to get her lungs x-rayed every few months. Her blood work showed that she has active cancer cells and mast cell cancer is damn aggressive. Jesse and I talked about it today, and we'll have every bump removed immediately as long as it's healthy for her. We're just happy that she's not going anywhere for the next little while.
She still sprints around the house in the evenings and she's acting like herself. It seems that she's gotten over the trauma of losing Claire and she's actually eating her food again. I'm pretty certain that she'll last another 25 years because she's Jacqueline. She's a total trooper. She's a riot! I'd sell my soul for her if it meant prolonging her life.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I'm packing for our move. For the last year, we've been tossing our beer caps into an empty drawer in our kitchen. I don't know why, we just have. Jesse got me into liking beer and now I honestly love beer as much as I love wine. Good, rich, deep and flavorful beers can be paired with food as well as wine can. Keep in mind that we've lived here for a year and it's not like this is a weeks worth. How white trash is it to collect caps? Even if they are expensive ones?!
Woohoo! We're moving to Lincoln this weekend! I hate moving...and I almost just wanted to stay in this small town until we move back to Salt Lake, but there's so much to do in Lincoln. We found a house that's identical to ours now, so it won't be a huge adjustment. The best part is that we're about 3 blocks from an outdoor mall. Our shopping and dining choices here suck. But in Lincoln, we can visit The Gap, Banana Republic and even Target! And we can go out for escargot and fine wine, instead of bar food! Jesse has a bunch of friends that he works with, so we can hang out with people our age. Finally! The neighborhood we're moving to is IDEAL. It's a new area and when we visited, we saw literally hundreds of families out walking and playing. There are a bunch of little "mini parks" throughout the neighborhood and one in right across the street. My dream is to meet another youngish couple (like us) who have a young child (like us) and are cool people (like us). I miss having friends and all of ours are back in Salt Lake. I'm feeling like a kid on Christmas! Shopping, dining, parks, museums, concerts, events, things to do! Jesse sent me text messages this morning and he's more amped than I am! Ug...now we have to pack.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Maximus had his very first haircut today! We took him to see our stylist, Courtney and he was so calm! We're moving to Lincoln next weekend, so I'm going to miss her. We saved a lock of his curls in a bag. He doesn't have a lot of hair, but it was long in some spots and was looking sort of shaggy. It looks so trim and cute now in the back. He looks like he's going to preschool!
Jackie is acting happier after having her bandage off. She has thirty something stitches across her 4 inch chest. It goes from one side to the other and into her arm. She sad a baseball sized tumor removed. She's still sleeping through the day, like an old lady. It's sad because she's acting completely different. She was under the bed the other night for a couple of hours and I couldn't help but pet her. I later sat on the couch (in the dark) and held her while I cried. Yes, I'm totally in love with Jacqueline like she's my daughter, sorry if it's annoying. She's a part of me and I can't help but replay what the vet told me: "Be prepared to not only hear that she's healthy, but be prepared to hear that she only has a few weeks left to live". What?! I can't prepare myself for that. I told Starr today that if something happened to Jack, I just wouldn't make it. Anyway, here's a photo of her nasty stitches.