Birthday boy

Brandon turns 26 today. I have only known him for three of those years but with all of our adventures together it feels like I have known him for much longer. I'm so happy to be with him and here are just a few things I admire about him:

He has fabulous hair

He is a great brother (most of the time)

He has awesome dance moves

His sense of fashion

His ability to adapt to any situation

I love you, little Brandon! Happy birthday.

Shirts (first attempt)

Poodle showed me some embellished shirts that she wanted, so I tried one on my own. Unfortunately, the store only had black or white shirts, so I got black and the flowers are a silvery purple. I think it turned out pretty well, although the flowers could be a little bigger. I haven't attatched them to the shirt yet, so I can still change those. If Poodle likes it, she can have it. If not, I can make new flowers, or find more shirt colors, or some other small girl can take it. But I will definitely be making more of these; I think they are pretty cute.With one more flower (and some loose strings to be fixed):

Pillows

Here are the first two pillows for Mom's bed. I finished two more, so they are almost all done. They are in the crib for now because they match the baby's room. In the background is the dresser that I painted blue. I think it works. And don't worry, we won't actually keep pillows in the crib with the baby. We know all about suffocation hazards.

Diagnosis, please

I know how much mom loves diagnosing people, so I am wondering if she can diagnose a couple of people that I see at work sometimes. I'm not sure there are medically accepted conditions for these people, but there should be.

First, there's the guy who will only speak in third person. I am not kidding. I thought he was joking at first, but I have seen him at least 10 times and have never heard him use the pronouns "I" or "me."

Then, there is the bag lady. She wears plastic grocery bags over her hands and keeps extras in another plastic bag, which she carries. When she orders food, she makes us take the entire tray out so that she can pick the biggest one, and she will spend up to 5 minutes deliberating about which brownie is the biggest.

Seriously, I have been wondering about these people for a long time.

Sick

I officially ready to have this baby. I have been sick with a cold the past couple of days and I am very congested. Combined with the baby crushing my lungs, it makes breathing a real pain. It would really help out if she got out of my belly so that I can breathe again, as long as she doesn't come as fast as little Leah did. For now I am stuck deciding if I want to breathe through my nose (very labor-intensive) or breathe through my mouth (very dry and makes me drool).

What would you do?

What would you do if you had no job, no school, no kids, and very little money? That's where I am stuck right now. I feel like Mom, only I am in Provo instead of Mexico and I can't fly up and visit people every month. I am making a list of things to fill my time before the baby arrives.

1. Get a library card, as Fernash suggested. A good idea since the only books in our apartment have titles like Applied Hydrogeology.
2. Sew pillows for Mom's bed. The only thing between me and those pillows is not being able to find the perfect shade of purple at the fabric store. Life is tough.
3. Learn how to cook. Maybe if I start baking cookies all the time, people will want to be my friend. After all, Bexar is one popular girl.
4. Start editing our thousands of pictures. We have a brand-new computer; I just need to find someone who has photoshop.
5. Learn how to paint again, because after 4 years of not doing it, I really suck. I think I will start with the painting that Brandon started that he will now have no time to finish.