Walk Through The 'Burbs

Today at Bible study there was a bit of an "open mic" for women to express any praises they had from the week. If I hadn't been totally intimidated by some women's tales of God's amazing answer to prayer, then I would have gotten up and praised Him for sending some cooler weather our way. And y'all, this is Houston, so cooler weather just means under 90° and NOT crazy humid. (And Lord, while you're at it could you destroy every living mosquito? M-kay, thanks!) Seriously, I totally understand why people in the Pacific Northwest get all depressed, because even though we get more than our fair share of sunshine, it's so miserably hot that we can't go outside much, and half of my girlfriends have vitamin D deficiency. (okay, I know of one)

Moving on. I harnessed up the dogs and took my brood of dependents on a long walk in the neighborhood. It was so good for my soul! Even George was happy to pee on every vertical surface over 4 inches high. Hey, he had months of leg-hiking saved up!

But y'all... How great is fall? I'm totally going to enjoy it when it arrives in three more months.

Hürdy Gürdy Down to Ikea

To me, Ikea is sort of the amusement park of stores. It's just a fun place to hang out if you're like us and have kids and it's flaming hot outside and you just can't stomach one more trip to the Germ Tree. I mean there's housewares, food (oh, the Swedish meatballs, how I love you and your price point), play areas for kids, and arrows to keep you on track (unless your husband tries to skip places like the office area by cutting through the bookshelf section). But Ikea is not close, so we can't go to just buy one item. No, we have to wait until we have a whole list of things, and that list usually looks like this:

• Ürgtorp
• Liken
• Schmupple
• Gröten
• Flärdengärten

Am I right? The names are hilariously foreign a la Swedish Chef from Sesame Street.  But  once we have a few things we mosey on down there for some family shopping fun. So first we stopped at Rudy's BBQ and then headed down in the rain. Here's a few pictures from our outing.

I guess this does not apply to Wes?



Wes found the one room with a working TV and cartoons.



Remind me never to forget to bring diapers to Ikea. Cha-Ching!

Climbing cubbies in Ektorp. yay!

Here We Go Again, Again.

I'm quickly tiring of Facebook. Yes, it's a great way to share photos of Wes with the fam out on the west coast, but it seems like every time I log on my newsfeed consists of (1) horrible duckface pictures, (2) college football rants, (3) lame motivational quotes, and (4) pictures of food. Not that I'm totally innocent. I'm sure my FB friends in Alaska have no interest in my call to local women to attend bible study (which I'm helping to facilitate- YIKES!)So I'm going to try and update the blog instead, though we both know that my mom (yes, you mom) is the only reader. And I'm okay with that, because I can never decide if blogging is narcissistic or not. Yeesh, who knows.

And so, here we go. Let's start this thing off right, with a picture of the world's cutest 17.5 month old.

And a Baby Makes Three.

In August of last year I sat in front of a high-profile fertility doctor while he told me that I had about a 4% chance of conceiving a baby. Apparently he was wrong, because unbeknownst to me, I was already in the family way and cooking up a bambino. Fast forward to March of the following spring, and I managed to deliver Wesley Aaron Anderson into the world. So here we are, now with a 6 month-old and a foggy memory of a skeptical doctor.