1. Olivia really likes these shoes. Partly because she can put them on and take them off by herself and she's really proud of that. And partly because they have cupcakes on them. And partly because they are pink. Can you blame her?
Also, she is getting really opinionated about what she wears. And she picks out some crazy stuff. It's definitely giving me flashbacks of my little niece Abbi when she was Olivia's age. Crazy, crazy outfits. And then if/when I overrule, there are tears. Oh to be two and have
2. It's getting cold here. But not as cold as Utah. So I am a happy girl. And Olivia is a girl that can't move when I get her all bundled up and squish her in the stroller. This walk started fairly happy. And ended minus the hood, hat, and mittens. With a bonus side of tears. Poor kid. She is definitely a shorts and t-shirt kind of kid.
3. I am feeling much better. Thank you so much for all of your kind, thoughtful, helpful words of encouragement yesterday. My self-pity requirement for the day was definitely fulfilled. And then today a good friend that happens to also be my next door neighbor stopped by with this for me.
Really yummy black bean soup, tortilla chips, sympathy, and a delightful conversation where we commiserated in our memories of having to deal with BYU health insurance and the BYU student health center and how we agreed on the fact that there is only one good doctor there (and how I never had the privilege of actually being seen by her).
4. Today I am baking a ham. Well, if you can call it baking. It's going in the crock pot. Because I've never actually baked a ham before. But when the very nice lady from our ward dropped it off and I very coolly (is that really how you spell cool-ly?) asked if there was a specific way she preferred that I cook it, she said to slice it up, wrap it in foil, and throw it in the crock pot on high for 3 1/2 hours. So, since I have never baked a whole ham in my life, that's what I did.
Although I must admit that I was a little freaked out at first. After all, raw ham comes with all sorts of bacterial problems, right? And while I am ordinarily not a germaphobe (I may or may not let Olivia eat her animal crackers even after they have fallen on the ground... at the thrift store. What? She's building immunity here, people.), I was a little worried about the ham bacteria-ness.
This fear may or may not have been entirely based on an old episode of House that Bryan and I watched recently in which a girl almost dies because they can't figure out what's wrong with her (ok, that's every episode of House), but then they find out she has a worm living in her brain because of some poorly cooked pork.
But all is well. Because after my careful washing of my hands and surfaces and whatnot, I... umm... double checked the package and realized (much to my relief because I wasn't actually being that careful) that the ham was already fully cooked. Basically all I'm doing is heating it up. Whew!
But for those of you going to the ward Christmas party tonight, please rest assured that I'm, ya know, clean and stuff. And I would never let my child eat cookies off the floor at the thrift store. Only really gross people would do something like that.
5. Or maybe it's just a giant burrito from Chipotle.