3.27.2012

Recycling

The piles of recycling that normally take over our garage have become much more manageable lately, and for this I am grateful.

You see, the local recycling hauler who previously only accepted cans and paper now takes most types of plastic, too.

And the Green Business Network of Springfield (I'm a board member of the organization) recently helped launch a new business in the city that accepts, among many other things, glass and cardboard. This has dramatically cut down on the amount of recycling piled up in our garage, as long as I remember to drop things off in Springfield regularly.

There's someone in our house who's even more grateful than me.


No, it's not this character, though as you can see he gets rather excited about recycling, too.

It's Conservative Hubby, who threatened with regularity to either (a) put all my recycling out with the garbage or (b) see if there were any openings on the TV show "Hoarders" for me.

It really wasn't that bad, I promise.

3.26.2012

Tulip Time

Little did I know that just days after I posted photos of the daffodils and hyacinths last week, the tulips would bloom in all their glory.


I thought they would wait longer, but apparently the warm weather and bit of rain was all it took for them to shout out, "Hello! We're here!"


I can't say I'm complaining. Gazing out the window is so much more enjoyable with splashes of color scattered throughout our yard.


And eating dinner is so much more pleasant with a vase of freshly cut blooms in the center of the table.

I just hope they stick around for a while.

3.25.2012

Spring


Summer ... er, I mean spring ... has officially sprung in L-Town. And I'm not the only one who's incredibly happy it's here, even if these consistently sunny upper 70s and low 80s can't be here for good. There has to be some freak ice storm or late freeze waiting in the wings. But Butter prefers not to dwell on what-ifs. He's an of-the-moment kind of fellow. It's one of the things I admire about him.

3.20.2012

The Requisite Spring Flower Post

Every year we've lived in L-Town, I've posted photos of the early spring perennials blooming in our front yard.


So I couldn't possibly skip this year, could I?


You may get sick of looking at the same flowers every year. But then again, how can you ever tire of looking at lovely yellow daffodils?


I looked back at the previous four (four!) years worth of spring flower photos. I'm pretty sure that this is the earliest our daffodils and hyacinths and other tender buds have been up since we've lived here. But then again, what do you expect when you have a week of 70s and 80s in early March?


In 2008, I waited until April 20 to post pictures, at which time the tulips were blooming. (At the rate we're going this year, that may be next week.) In 2009, the spring flowers made an appearance while there was still snow on the ground on March 31. Then in 2010, the daffodils were still going strong on April 18.  As for 2011? I got particularly gung-ho about the flowers, posting not one, not two, not three, but four different times about them in April.

(Oh, and in case you were wondering, yes, that's a Butter leg that keeps making an appearance in the photos above. He followed me around the yard sniffing and peeing on all the pretty flowers as I snapped photos of them. I went ahead and edited out the ones where you actually see him urinating. I hope you don't mind.)

3.19.2012

4 Months

Today the little man is officially 4 months old. As we did on the 2-month anniversary of his birth, we celebrated with a trip to the doctor.


Collin was as chipper as he could be—smiling and "talking" and wiggling and laughing while he laid around in diaper and got poked and prodded and examined. He cried out when he got his shots, of course, but by the time the Sponge Bob band-aids were on he was smiling at the nurses again.

He's a healthy boy and, although he's a little guy (11 pounds, 13 ounces and 24 1/4 inches), his growth over the past two months has been good.

Last night before Conservative Family Dinner, we examined photos of Conservative Hubby when he was a baby. (While we looked at photos, Collin played in the swing he has at Grandmom and Granddad's house.)


You can definitely see the resemblance between Conservative Hubby and Collin—once you look past the fat rolls and three chins Conservative Hubby had at Collin's age. (In this photo, Collin did his best impression of his dad's chins.)


T-Bear (who was in town with Kid Sister for the weekend) decided we should start calling Conservative Hubby "Tank" after seeing the baby photos. I wish I would've brought one home to scan and post for you so you could see the little chunk!

I intended to take a photo of Collin in the chair he's sitting in above each month. But I failed miserably. The photo above was from this morning; this one is from Thanksgiving (so less than a week after Collin was born). In between, you'll just have to use your imagination.


 Or I guess you could look at all of my previous blog posts. There's an idea.

3.10.2012

Catching Up

I know, I know. It's been way too long since I stopped by and said hello.

The little guy sat me down for a serious talk the other day and said, "Mom, you need to blog more. Even if you don't write any words, you at least need to post photos of me. I know that's why people come to your blog now anyway."


He's so like his father sometimes that it's scary.

I suppose it's fitting that I include some photos of him in this post anyway, since realistically a large part of what I've been "trying" for the past month or so involves him.

Here's a bit of a rundown on what we've been up to:

  • Working part-time (for me) and going to the babysitter part-time (for Collin). Work has been incredibly crazy (I have a new office in the lovely new building above, and a whole lot of work came along with the big move). Collin seems to love going to the babysitter. He's happy when we drop him off and when we pick him up and in between times he gets lots of cuddle time and to play with some of his new pals. (He already loves other little kids.)
  • Going to basketball games. Sadly, the high school season is over now. But while it was going on, we took the little guy to every basketball game we could attend. He loved every single one of them--the lights, the sounds, getting to spend the entire time sitting (or, often, standing) on Grandmom or Granddad's lap. It made for a late bedtime for the little man, but he didn't seem to mind.
  • Going to visit Mimi and Papa in Georgia. Collin and I took another trip down south for a long weekend to visit My Parents. How could we resist more time by the lake before I started back to work full-time? Collin did well flying there and back yet again. In fact, on the way down he smiled at and charmed everyone we met--TSA, flight attendants, the ladies across the aisle on the plane, you name it.
  • House to-dos. It's a lot harder to find the time to clean and do other daily household chores when you have a little one around. So it seems like a good portion of every evening and weekend involves trying to squeeze in vacuuming or wiping down counters or washing bottles or what-have-you. Plus this week we've had some bigger house to-dos--like getting our air ducts cleaned and replacing our gutters--to keep us busy. Oh the joys of owning a home!
  • Playtime with Collin. He's getting so big! And expressive! He talks all the time now, discovering new sounds (and increasingly louder sounds) almost every day. He loves to hang out under his activity gym and wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. Tummy time doesn't make him quite as angry anymore, in part because he's learned how to roll over to get out of it. He loves grabbing toys and fingers and hair and anything he can find, holding onto these things as tightly as he can. He smiles and smiles and smiles and even laughs at all the things in this big, wonderful world he thinks are funny (there are many). And he finally--finally!--starting sleeping in his crib this week for naps and at bedtime, rather than sleeping sitting up in his bouncy chair. He'll sit quietly on my lap and read books with me, and he's still a serious cuddle-bug at times, but what he really wants to do all the time is wiggle, wiggle, wiggle and move, move, move.
In other words, things are busy (and about to get a whole lot busier because I start back to work full-time on Monday). But they're good--very good.