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Marvel at the cuteness of my kiddo in moodyintrovert 's wedding.

Well, we finally secured daycare for Emaleigh, for when I start school in (less than) two weeks.  To Rita's joy, it's a Presbyterian church.  Oddly enough, their new minister just relocated from Ft. Smith.  (And Rita ordained this lady, so she's doubly excited. o_O)  The price is decent; far better than the place in Arlington John was insisting upon.  I personally think the place could be a little more aesthetically stimulating, but who am I to judge daycares - I've rarely been in them before.

FYI: It is very hard to type with a baby sitting in your lap, kissing you... repeatedly.

Emaleigh totally needs these shoes. =D

My daughter can't decide whether she wants to stand on her head or make herself fart.  Either way, she's been giggling for 40 minutes straight.  Being 1 must be great fun.

A few photos from throughout the day on John & Em's birthday.

For Emaleigh's (and John's) birthday we finally got around to having pictures of her (and everyone all together) made. She likes the camera. ( Click onward. )

I'll post other birthday pictures later. :D

So when I decided to go back to school, John started looking at jobs in the DFW area.  He of course had to immediately hit jackpot.  We went down there Thursday and came back yesterday; I got to check out the school and meet all the teachers, even though I wouldn't start until February.  Then John had a job interview for Stewart Enterprises who has Restland and Laurel Land and several other firms down there.  Sure enough he got the job.  He'll be making what he does here in 2/3 the hours.  Only down side is they want him to start on the 8th.  That means we have to rush, rush, rush to get out of this house.  We found an apartment community in Arlington, TX since he'll actually be working in Fort Worth after the first couple weeks down there and Arlington is 1/2 way between his job and my school.  It's nice enough to last through when I get out of school and can get out of 'community living' which I oh so despise.  Having that many neighbors in that small of space is just creepy.. or obnoxious (take your pick.) 

I absolutely dread putting Emaleigh in daycare but with his schedule she should only really have to be in it two days a week.  Granted Stewart is also giving me a job for 20-30 hours a week too, and getting my apprenticeship license (so I can talk to families more than "Hi, how are you?") but they seem to think we can work out a good schedule between the two of us so she is home most of the time.  No word yet on which location I'll be working from; I just hope I'll be able to find it. lol.

I spoke to someone who I assumed would never really speak to me again yesterday; I consider this monumental. It was nice to be adults and share pictures and stories of what all has passed over years, and one should hope we can continue to speak and be friends. Of all the people that you sit and wondered if speaking to them again would change anything, I think the ones you really never expect to talk to again are more rewarding than the ones you really wish could pick up where you left off.

Miss Em has been teething again. The last two days she's been tugging on her ears and crying quite a bit. The only time she gets like this is when teething, and today you can actually see the corners of two upper teeth poking through. I'm honestly glad I don't remember cutting my teeth, it seems like a horrible ordeal.

She has also taken to Arnold (the dog); she follows him around calling "na-na-na" after him and often feeds him animal crackers or teething biscuits. Needless to say, she's made a new friend.

Well, we finally finished John's plate, and I thought I would share the updated version (since I posted the unfinished version before).

It's still a little wet, but I think I'm going to attach a ribbon to hang it on the wall. I just have to figure out what room we're going to hang it in. It's not heavy but I think I want something a little stronger than hot glue to attach the ribbon with, any suggestions?

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I take Emaleigh for another round of shots tomorrow. That is going to be exciting. After that, it's off to Home Depot or Lowes with my dad to get Em's *other* Father's Day present for John. (A new grill!) I think my dad is getting to re-live 'new fatherhood' through John because he's super excited about making John's first Father's Day something special. It's cute.

Much less am I Martha Stewart. Occasionally I am crafty, but by no means is it my middle name.

Somehow I had this idea to let Emaleigh paint John a 'commemorative plate' for his very first Father's Day. Sure, we can do this. It's inexpensive, easy, and I have the kid safe paint already!

The painting was no problem. Emaleigh had fun with it.. but it got EVERYWHERE. (Go figure, she's a kid.) What became of afterward can only be described as the orange paint massacre. Trying to get paint off a baby is no easy task, my friend.

Our downstairs bathroom seemed to turn orange.

The tub was orange, the sink was orange, the bathmats, the towels... I WAS ORANGE. Oh yes. Emaleigh didn't fight a good shower, though, which was excellent for me. I was able to get most of the paint off of her (and myself) in the shower and good 'ol baby wipes have pretty well cleaned up places the shower missed. I then had to spend some 20 minutes scrubbing the bathroom down and bleaching towels, mats, etc. while our tired artist took a nap in her swing.

I think, from here on out, we will definitely think twice about all art endeavors. Now I just have to notate the date & add "Happy 1st Father's Day" to the plate, and make sure John doesn't find his plate before the big day.

Well, I got my car back on Friday; good as new. I also talked to Subrogation Unit of Progressive (my insurance company)... they've started their process of badgering the goofy chick to get their funds returned for the damages on my car. The only problem was that they didn't have a phone number for her, I managed to rectify that situation. They also didn't have her DLN or birth date, since they were going to request a suspension on her license till they recouped part of their money and worked out payment for the rest. I helped them out with that, too. No less than 10 minutes after speaking to the Subrogation Unit, my in-town representative called me... apparently goofy chick finally answered the phone for her. Now, her story is "you can't prove anything." I'm not really shocked by this, but it's a bit late since she admitted fault to her insurance company (when they called her on it after signing up for a new policy) and she admitted fault to the police department when they followed up for her side of the report. When my agent brought that up she declared that "they're lying" and "try to prove it" (once again). It's going to be interesting.

Emaleigh has taken an odd interest in the VeryTasteful YouTube videos, specifically those with Billy Reid in them (and that is all sputtertoo's fault). If she is ever fussy, you can park her in front of the computer and start just about any of them and she turns to all smiles. About the only thing she glues her attention to more than those is the Andy Griffith show that comes on after midnight on CBS. She drops everything to watch that show. Strangest thing I've ever seen.