Hypnosis..do you believe in it?

When I was in junior high I remember a hypnotist coming and doing an assembly for us.  I wanted to be chosen to go on stage SO bad, but didn't get the chance.  I vividly remember him putting the whole audience under but he warned us that if we didn't believe in hypnosis it wouldn't work.

Guess what?

It didn't work for me.

However, a few years ago, when Quinn and I were first married, we went to a hypnotist show and guess who got chosen out of the audience to go up?

Yup.  You guessed it.  Yours truly.  And it worked.

So I posted about this right after it happened, when I didn't have any readers. (Do I have readers now?)

If you'd like to watch ME under hypnosis (videos are terrible but still comical) go here.

And leave some comments..because, well, I'm funny and you want to tell me about it.

Today is..

..the day Sage almost got...-gulp-...{beaten}.  

Did I just say that?  

Yes, in fact I did.

Here I was brushing my teeth, like I do most mornings, and Sage was off playing by herself, like she does most mornings.  But today was different.

Today Sage went to the garbage can, got out a half eaten cup of yogurt and splattered it, threw it, spread it all over the house.  

Oh my carpet.

I cringed inside.

So I threw the yogurt back in the garbage can and proceeded to clean up...my brand. new. carpet.

Once I was done and feeling really proud of myself for not losing my cool, I got up, went to put the rag in laundry, and found Sage with the yogurt cup again.  

I. was. not. happy.

I was ANGRY.

What should I do? Should I spank all the skin off her hide..ooh I wanted to.  

But I spared my child's behind, placed her in her crib..screaming..and left.  I then cleaned up the rest of the yogurt and sat on the couch to re-gather my thoughts.  

Oh dear carpet..I hope you're ok.

3 Months in the Making.

Lately we've been busy.  And I mean super busy.  In the past three months, we've packed up our apartment, moved, unpacked, lived, packed up our rental house, moved, and are now in the process of unpacking/living/getting settled again.  

I'm tired. Really tired.

Thankfully, I have an amazing sleeper who has slept 11-12 hours every night for the past 3 months.  Except last night.  I tell ya, being up every two hours is killer.  How did I survive the newborn stage?

So, anyways, here are our last three months.  In photos.  Photo overload ahead.  Proceed with caution.

We...

Looked out the window half naked.

Climbed Ladders.

Played with our cheeks.

And sticks.

Went swimming in Sun Valley.

Ate cheerios. (Well attempted to at least.)

Went to the Moon.  (i.e. Craters of the Moon).

Saw cracks and crevices.

And caves and big holes in the ground.

Played in the mud.

And chewed mom out.

Went to Park City and snuggled.

Came face to face with the cement.

Ate corn on the cob.

Brought our kitties home.

Got bread from new friends.

Discovered this toy wasn't scary. (It only took 9 months.)

And played hide and seek.

It's been a great 3 months.  I hope yours has been as good as ours.  And we hope your Labor Day weekend is fun fulled and relaxing.  We're off to the State Fair :)