Ava Tries Tomatoes

This is my funny little baby eating a home grown tomater. Don't mind the dish brush that may or may not make it into her mouth at one point.

In the last week, we've enjoyed lots of Rasmusson family goodness. Nils' sister Saren flew out from CT for a few days with her cute little baby Red. It was great to see her and meet li'l Red, and have a lot of the fam over to eat and play. The front door was open for a couple of hours, and about a trillion flies got in the house. They  were making themselves comfy on the high walls, but they were no match for Nils and his brother Grove, as they sucked them up with the vacuum. It was highly entertaining to watch. I hate flies.

I've had three migraines this week. This is unacceptable. They make me mental and I'm sick of Aani saying, "you don't feel good, Mommy? Mommy, you're sick?" I'm going to try eliminating artificial sweeteners from my life and see if that makes a difference. Goodbye, Light 'n Fit yogurt and Crystal Light. I'll miss you, but I'll manage somehow.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending a Women's Health Conference at UVRMC. There were several speakers, breakfast and lunch, and door prizes. I won a gift basket full of all sorts of goodies. When they read my name I yelled, "WOO HOO! I NEVER WIN ANYTHING!!" It was a pretty quiet group, so I looked like a freak show, but I was genuinely excited. Fortunately my mom and sister were with me to offer their support.

I need three things right now: A good book, to go grocery shopping, and this bloody headache to leave me in peace.

Thanks for reading. Nighty night.

School, Cake, Meatloaf.

He was saying, "Are you done taking pictures?" He'll thank me one day. Or maybe his wife will thank me one day. SOMEONE will thank me one day.

School. It started. This pleases me. Anders has a great teacher. She's nice, organized, communicative. He comes home happy every day. Addie also has a great teacher. Her name is Miss Broadhead. Due to her speech errors, Addie calls her Miss Bra-head. I've been trying to emphasize that pesky "D" sound, because no one likes to be called a bra-head, ya know? At any rate, both kids are happy at school, which is a big relief.

On the first day of school I made a cake for dessert. It was the ugliest, most pathetic cake ever made. Since it was so ugly, I decided we would eat it like heathens and snarf it straight off the pan. 

So many things went wrong with this cake. How can something so delicious look so sad?

It was a hit. 

The other night I got a wild hair and made meatloaf. I knew the kids would act like I was trying to kill them, but I decided they needed to experience a good ol' fashioned meatloaf. 

It was not a hit. 

But they suffered well, and are stronger people for it. Addie can tell Miss Bra-head all about it.