Inevitably Keely

Last night we introduced Zoe to bananas: And the entire time we were feeding her I kept singing (in my head) : This sh*T is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!* But she liked it! I swear! She kept reaching her little hands out for more and when we gave her more she made that face. And stuck her tongue out. But she liked it! I think she was just confused by the newness of the texture and the taste. Bananas were everywhere. It was fun for the whole family! So much fun, that I'm sort of looking forward to more feedings. Peas are going to be awesome! * Oh, Gwen Stefani... you do sing catchy tunes.

I always say “You're never really at home in a new house until you've stayed up all night praying to the porcelain god, O'Rourke.” Yeah. I've never actually said that, but in a way it's sort of true. I woke up at 12:30 this morning feeling less than spectacular and spent a lot of time feeling like hell. Daniel was there with me every step of the way, holding hair back that did not want to be controlled and covering me with blankets on the bathroom floor. I had the chills. I was burning up. It sucked ass. I wish I could say it's a brand new day and that I'm feeling SOOOO much better, but technically it's the same damn day and feeling better... not so much. Except! I've got an amazing husband and the most adorable daughter watching me as I type my post here. And really, they make my worst day seem pretty fabulous. Excuse me while I go get some hugs and kisses.

I'm sick. Sore throat, drainage, achy bones, migraines, cranky sick. So sick that I catch myself frowning and groaning in misery. Except of course when Zoe is in the room with me. When Zoe is with me I am squealing, smiling, dancing around, and making that growling noise into her neck that makes her laugh with a snort. While I may be sick, when Zoe is around I do not have the luxury of acting sick because who wants to drag a five month old into their misery? Not me. And truthfully, her presence makes me feel less sick and less grumpy. That said, Zoe is at Cheryl's today so that I can wallow in misery rest without feeling the need to entertain and so that I can get better. I really need to feel better, people. So I spent all morning sleeping. Well, most of the morning. At around 8am I woke up with a (ok, ANOTHER) horrible feeling. Bladder infection. No, I haven't been officially diagnosed but I know that's what it is. Time for even more water and cranberry juice and jus...

So, here's my first post for NaBloPoMo . Yay! Er. Yes. So my head says "Yay!" but my body and specifically my throat say "Shut up and go back to bed already!" I'm sick. It sucks. I'm feeling a little grouchy about the whole thing. What I'm not feeling grouchy about is last night. Zoe's first Halloween was fun. I dressed her in her pumpkin outfit and then pulled together my costume quickly. Overalls+Green Checked shirt of husband+Boots+Cowboy hat= Pumpkin Farmer (or if you really want to milk the connection, Pumpkin Grower. Zoe got a kick out of my hat and watching me put on my makeup. She was all smiles for most of the evening and I got some cute shots of us together in Photo Booth: When Daniel got home we loaded the pumpkin up and drove to Cheryl's to trick or treat. We took some pics and then Chuck videotaped us so we could share with the grandparents... and all of you. We'll have to do more video more often. I have quite a few waiting ...

I used to love Halloween. It was an excuse to dress up and have fun and be someone different. As a child I dressed up as a cat, a gypsy, a flapper. Over time, I became less interested in the dressing up. I didn't have time to play and give in to the whimsy. Meeting Daniel changed my outlook on things and made me comfortable to let my guard down. Halloween 2003: Halloween 2004: But then we got too busy to dress up. We were going to rehearsals for shows, dealing with illness, Nana's cancer, etc. Life kind of swept us up and we became Halloween grinches. It didn't help that our old neighborhood was ridiculous on Halloween. Car loads of children were dropped off and they would trick or treat until after ten at night. Teenagers who weren't dressed up held out their bags as they flirted with me. Drunk fathers stood in the middle of the road holding beers as their children commented on our extensive DVD collection. Last year, we closed all the curtains, turned out all the ligh...

Zoe is in her Jumperoo (the biggest toy, EVER) watching Shrek 2. She's talking to the movie and dancing up and down like she's having the time of her life. This is a relief because a half hour ago she was not happy laying down, standing up or sitting. She was crying. She was screaming. She was laughing. Yup. Laughing, and then crying. Our little monkey sometimes has trouble making up her mind what emotion she wants to er, emote. When all else fails, she likes to spring them all on me one after the other and see how I handle it. And then? And then she likes to mix things up a bit by throwing up all over herself and me. The dogs love this, especially Max who always runs over to help me clean up the mess. And Zoe? Zoe seems to like it too. Maybe it's the loud "Ew!" or "Yucky, Zoe." that make her smile the sweetest (sometimes sly) smiles at me. I'm not sure. All I know is I'm absolutely in love with her and that I smell like vomit. Yum. Sexy. I know...