Toppings

Okay. I am growing hopeful. I have two or three years to train my daughter to like the same kind of pizza toppings that I do. For five years now, since Andrew decided that he liked pizza, we have been ordering the same old BORING pizza toppings whenever we get the craving for pizza (usually about every other week). When we go grocery shopping and decide to throw a frozen pizza in the cart (you know, for those RARE occasions when I don't feel like cooking...heh), we always choose the same kind of toppings. Yes, you guessed it...pepperoni or sausage. Possibly pepperoni and sausage. Once in a while...a three meats variety. Oooh aaah. Uggh.

Do I eat it? Of course, because the alternative is buying a whole pizza for myself and then feeling like I have to eat it all since we paid extra for it. As a result, my waistline would grow even more than it already has over the past year and well.... that just isn't worth it. We tried doing "half mine, half theirs" a couple of times, but...they eat more than I do and we are left with four slices of supreme and two hungry boys.

Anna is going to have my taste in food, I've decided. I am going to work with her diligently so that when she gets old enough, there will be two votes for the yummy kind of pizza and we will be able to get our own! When we go out to eat, there will be two votes for Thai food or Indian food and I won't have to order another boring salad or burger at Applebee's. Oh yeah, and after dinner...there will of course be two votes to go Shopping.

Pictures, pictures, pictures

I sat here and tried to think about something creative or funny to write about. I sat for quite a while, snacking and snacking because I am starving since my daughter nursed for an hour straight during Andrew's windy baseball game today. I couldn't come up with anything because my brain still has what I like to call the "post-pregnancy mush" feel to it. Sometimes I even find myself taking loooong pauses during conversations to try to come up with seems like the simplest of words.
SO...I decided to just post a bunch of pictures and call it a post. :) I do want to say, however, that Anna now sleeps through the night. (I am still pinching myself!) Last night she slept from 9:30 p.m. to 5:30 a.m. without waking up. Am I the luckiest mom in the world or what?! As a result, she seems to be starving during the day, nursing at every opportunity. She is such a cutie and Andrew is having fun entertaining her and giving her little kisses on the head. It is so fun to watch them together. This is what I have longed for! Praise God for His blessings.

Sarah The Brave (Well...Sort Of)

Yes, it's true...I did it. I actually strapped on a harness, climbed ten flights of stairs, stood at the edge of the platform, held my breath....and jumped. I think I suprised my husband, who was sure I would stand at the edge and look and then back up with a "no thanks". Secretly, this is what I wanted to do. :)

It has been nearly two years since Tim and I went on this trip to Mt. Hood, but I can still remember those few seconds where I thought I was dying as my body fell through the air, my eyes shut tight, waiting for what seemed like an eternity....until I finally felt myself flying back up in the air. I remember screaming a couple of times and then feeling so relieved when the whole experience was over. You can see in the pictures how I am holding on for dear life to the bungee cord. Tim, being much more of a thrill-seeker than I, dove headfirst off of the platform without a care in the world. Why did I even do it, you ask? Pride, a desire to impress my husband, and a need to be able to say "Oh, yeah...I bungee jumped once".