Dear Pampered Chef,

Please send a bigger kitchen.

Thanks

This is about half of the free stuff Shauna's gotten from PC since she's made Directorhood.
So, sign up for a party, sign up to be a consultant. Odds are you might get a free gift!

Our little Eaglet

Daddy got a whole bunch of text books and all I got was this T-shirt.

And you best be thankful for it young lady. You wouldn't've got anything if they hadn't given me 'bookstore dollars' for spending so much moolah on libros. By the by, that's a 2T she's wearing. At 8, going on 9 months old.

No, she's not crawling yet. You all will be the first to know when she does!

 Better mouse trap. The food seems to be better. Not sold on the packaging when the kidlet doesn't know how to suck the food out yet.

Enter better mouse trap II:

After you take that purple lid off you screw that yellowish spoon thing on and squirt the food out through a little hole. Amazing. Thanks baby food people!

Happy Singles' Awareness Day

I'm supposed to be studying for a chemistry test but decided a wee bit of a break would be helpful.

A thank-you to the CSI drafting club and their fundraiser. Saved me a trip to WalMart- I mean, Daisy's Florist.

Thanks also to our secret admirer. 

Not sure how they could pick my rig out of the crowd. Also not sure who it is (hence the 'secret' admirer) but we'll be doing some handwriting analysis later this week. Tried to pin it on Ellen but she didn't bite. Seemed sincere... (For those of you who are long-distance readers, Ellen is Dean of the Early Childhood Development program at CSI. I stop by her office on occasion to harass and be a general nuisance.)

Emma's helping mommy in the kitchen. They're experimenting with new Pampered Chef recipes. Looks like it's going to be a good smorgasbord tonight!

Ok, back to the el libros of chemico.

Bachelor

Shauna and the little critter are in Boise on Pampered Chef business so I'm rattling around an empty house tonight. I was working on a speech project but decided to be a good boy and check my school email account (they really, really like it when you check that regularly) and found out speech is canceled for tomorrow. Sometimes it does pay to be a good boy. Disappointing though- I was so looking forward to that test.

I've learned quite a lot already. 

-If you're squeezing in under the wire for your 10:00 class, don't bother trying to find a parking spot in the close parking lots. You'll be late. Go directly to the back lot and hoof it across campus. You'll be slightly less late.

-Lesson 2, Part B: The 'Garden of Eden' gas station will charge you 50 cents more per gallon than every other gas station. Lesson 2, Part A: The little needle that tells you how much juice you have left in the tank moves faster on the left side of the gauge than it does on the right.

-Try to arrange your classes so that chemistry lab is the last class of your day. I didn't and thus dart off to speech sporting the raccoon face the lab goggles give you (but not tomorrow!)

-Don't bother injecting any amount of humor in your speech assignments. It's a waste of time since the instructor seems to be lacking that sense. The chemistry instructor doesn't mind a little humor though. We had to do a paper on pseudoscience and I chose Rumpology. No, it's really real. Check it out!

We have another chapter in the car saga. We called Grants to see if we could borrow their spare rig but the workers have their car so now we're driving the workers' car which was supposed to be going to the shop to get a bit of a dent in the bumper straightened out (not the workers' fault). Why all the convolusion you ask? Our rig decided to get desperately ill Sunday morning. Fortunately we were only half a mile from home and were able to limp it back (it stalled three more time in the process.) So, instead of starting the week with a healthy meeting, I started it with thoughts of murder. The dealership towed it away this evening. Should be under warranty unless Ford left themselves some wiggle room. In which case there may just be something akin to murder taking place...

But, let's go out on a positive note:

Helping daddy play fetch with Scout and put up a canine deterrent system (electric fence- not fond of this business of trying to dig under the fence)

Yes, that is poop she's playing with. Put all of her toys in front of her and she'll pull the poop out every time.

First time to see that little head poking up out of the crib. We thought she'd figured out how to sit up but she was on her hands and knees trying to crawl. She hasn't quite gotten the hang of crawling yet but it's not for lack of trying! She even tries in her sleep. Sometimes we'll go to her room at night to put her plug back in her fussing mouth, only to find her on her hands and knees and still basically asleep!

Keeping Emma entertained while I do taxes.

Emma trying to keep herself entertained.