twotothree

G-money and I have been very busy this weekend.  We spent three hours yesterday tearing apart the front garden and planting hostas.  It was such a mess!  You only get a before picture.

I only encountered two spiders and I was armed with gloves and a trowel, so it was a pretty good day.

Today was my birthday.  Mike and I don't do birthdays, but he left me a sign anyway.

Michael can't take credit for the nick-name "Glo Rida."  It was coined by a friend at work, and Mike latched onto it because, well, it's hilarious.

The sign was cute.  But then I went into the living room and found my real birthday gift.

Gloria's poopy diaper leaked through her onesie and onto her seat, but Michael was too lazy to clean it up so he wrapped a diaper over the seat's crotch-sling and then put her back in the chair ...

Gloria and I spent most of today baking muffins and making pillow covers.  My dear, DEAR brother-in-law (don't get too excited, Dave, I'm cushioning you for the insult) gave us a couch a month or so ago.  The couch is lovely, but it came with terribly ugly pillows.  I mean, picture throw-pillows from a hotel in Seinfeld.  So I took some old shirts, sewed them into covers, and covered them up.  It was a pretty productive day.  Minus the photography aspect.  I was a lazy ass in regards to photographing anything.

Gloria will be six months on Thursday.  I can't believe it!  She's sitting up on her own (though I use the Boppy for a cushion because she still occasionally falls over like a drunk).  She has the two bottom teeth she grew at four months, but hasn't cut anything else yet.  She's also *this* close to crawling.  She gets up on all fours and then pushes herself forward onto her stomach, repeating this motion like an inchworm until she gets where she wants to go.  She learned how to pull herself up into a standing position last week.  I thought crawling was supposed to come before that.  Clearly she didn't read "What to Expect in the First Year."  Her eyes are still blue, but I'm expecting them to change any time now.  Her hair has very bright glints of red in certain light, and I'm still clinging to the possibility that she's going to be a redhead, but it's not looking good.  Mike's half Italian, and Italian genes are pretty pushy.

She has her daddy's eyebrows.

Speaking of, I'm having an excellent eye brow day today.  I'm going to assume that's my birthday gift from the universe.