Dr. Ivy Answers

Cortney asks,

Dr. Ivy- I've heard that babies don't see color for a while. Can you explain to me what your color vision is like?

Dr. Ivy says,

Love, Dr. Ivy

Dr. Ivy, The World's Greatest Expert

You aint got no cheese

There are some major differences between Colorado and Maryland. Colorado is dry, and Maryland is a sauna. When I look out my window in CO, I see a a green prairie. When I look out my window in MD, i see a whole lotta buildings. When I visit the grocery store back home, I never hear arguments. When I visit the grocery store here, I always hear arugments.
In the past week I've heard the following three statements while in or headed to the local grocer.

"You come to town, you wanna hang out, and you spend all my money..."

"You aint got no cheese. You didn't buy any cheese. GO GET THE CHEESE."

"You got a hold of my daughter-in-law because you saw a weakness, B****"

That last one was the best because the accusation came from a lady who was neither on the phone nor standing near any female dogs or anyone who looked capable of getting a hold of her daughter in law.

There's no way picking up some diet coke, baby food and tortilla chips will be this exciting when wee head back west in two weeks. TWO WEEKS?! It's too soon to leave. We really love it here. And while I'm looking forward to being in our spacious apartment and wide open spaces again, we will truly miss this place and the adventures we have every day. Now I need to go get the cheese cause I aint got no cheese.

But here's her number

6 months.
I know right? How can Ivy be that old already? I'm just as shocked as you.
In the past month Ivy celebrated her first Fourth of July, took her first plane ride, and tasted her first french fry.
She decided that Ollie is hilarious, banana baby food is delicious, peas are grody, and baseball is too loud.
She rolls over like it's her job, spends most the day in her bumbo and is getting close to sitting on her own.
She finally has chubby thighs and cheeks that are no match against gravity
She puts everything in her mouth. The shower curtain, paper towels, my phone, my hair, Stephen's glasses, her stroller straps, books and the mail.
She loves watching the elevator floor number change and is fascinated by the exit sign in the hallway.
She glares at strangers unless they smile.
She bounces her feet if she likes a song, looks bored if she doesn't.
She has to be in just the right position before she'll fall asleep in her crib. It's usually a solid fifteen minutes of tossing and turning before she finds that perfect spot.
She'll fake being tired and then talk to herself while lying down. We all need alone time I guess.

Yesterday I had a few brutal working hours. Ivy sat patiently and played, then slept, then played some more. She occasionaly babbled, but never cried. When I finished the many tasks at hand, she seemed to recognize that I had a rough few hours, and turned on her baby charm. She cooed and giggled and reached for my face. It was just what I needed and for the millionth time I felt completely thrilled to have this tiny little person in my life.

And now, a million pictures:

Duplicity

Here are some things I enjoy in life.
1. Family
2. Diet Coke
3. Television

There are others, but it's late and lists are boring. Anyway, the point is, I'll continue writing about family and probably diet coke here, but all future television reviews will be found here: http://megontv.blogspot.com/.
So there's that.

And so it ends.

Did anyone else notice how Jef with one F repeatedly said "I've never loved a girl this much"? Did anyone else find it odd that he had to specify Emily's gender? Just me? Ok.

I have no idea what Jef said while presenting the ring to Emily. I went to the bathroom when it started, came back, and he was still talking. Grabbed a snack, came back and he was still talking. Traveled to Siberia, came back, and he was still talking. That last one might be an exaggeration, but it was seriously the. longest. proposal. Followed be the. most. hilarious. montage.

Oh, that montag. Peter Cetera's The Glory of Love from Karate Kid II served as the soundtrack for Emily and Jef's finest, out of focus moments (one skateboard trick, one creepy puppet show, and lots of kissing). Way to spend the big bucks on tunes, ABC.

Let's talk about Jef's hair. I wonder if he tells his hairdresser, "Give me nightly news anchor, minus the sides."
I would pay to know his secret to good volume. Especially on those humid islands. How do you do it, Jef?

Let's talk about Arie. I hope they paid that guy a ton of money because I can't imagine anything worse than sitting next to the person who dumped you and hearing why they like someone else better. On national television. Either the contracts these people sign are iron-clad, or Arie is really hoping to be the next Bachelor.

If I were a drinker, I think my favorite drinking game would be to take a shot every time Chris Harrison says his name. By the end of last night I would have been completely plastered. Good thing Bachelor Pad starts tonight so I don't have to go more than 24 hours without hearing Chris Harrison say, "I'm Chris Harrison."

Our Parents of the Year Award is in the mail

Dear Parents,
A baseball game? Really? You honestly thought it would be a good idea to wake me from a nap, take me outside in 150 degree weather with 3,000 percent humidity, and surround me with smelly people screaming like banshees for three hours? Way to think that one through, guys.
Also, it was super classy of you to change my diaper on your lap and give me a hot dog wrapper to play with. And speaking of hot dogs, I know you ate two, mom. Oink much?

GO NATS!

Love,
Ivy

the secret to a really good meal

"Did you know that Siri says 'goodnight' back?" -Stephen, after spending a week alone.