The week.

Sorry all, I am entirely out of witty things to post. You get a boring sum of our week.

We all three got sick out once- not horribly awfully sick, but just enough to make us uncomfortable. Poor Dorothy had it the worst. She has learned that when I come within 10 feet of her with a tissue in my hand, she should cover her little nose and run away. She did not like having her nose wiped. I don't blame her, I don't think that I would like someone else picking my nose either.

Now, basically all recovered (I still have my raspy, sexy jazz singer voice, especially in the mornings), we are ready to take on the parade of Grandmas! My mom came in this morning for my cousin Kevin's wedding, and it has been SO FUN already. I love it when she is here. I like to feel babied, and she's good at it. She helped with dinner, rubbed my feet, and did all the dinner dishes. All after being here only about 8 hours. (Contented sigh, Aaaaaah.)
Dallin's Mom will be coming next week after Meredith's baby is born (due Sat! We are so excited!) So, Grandma Lewis will be a little bit more busy, but we'll still get to see her.

My hobby this week has been worrying like crazy about where we are going to live. Yes I worry as a hobby. I don't care which city, or that it's an especially nice apartment, I just want to know WHERE! If it's going to be close to a park, can I FINALLY have a garden, will we be in a house or an apartment, etc. So, I've been scouring the Craiglist postings in every single city of every single school that Dallin applied to. I know I'm weird, but I'm obsessed. I was this way when we got married, and I've been this way with every move since. Dallin has been especially patient as I show him different apartments, and Dorothy has been especially patient as I am on the computer for unhealthy lengths of time. The suspense is killing me. But don't worry all, I'll make it through.... somehow.

Here are some pictures of Dorothy this week.


She's developed a fascination with climbing into this cupboard. I kow I've already posted another picture of it, but I think it's so stinkin' cute!

When grandma was here, we had icecream for dessert, and the nice grandma that she is, she knew how to get on Doroty's good side and gave her seconds. I don't know if you can see it too well, but this picture was taken after Dorothy tried to lick the dish clean when she realized that she wasn't getting thirds. There is ice cream up one whole side of her cheek and on her forehead.