“WE need to do something with your hair.”

WE. as in, the both of us. not the royal “we”, just the “i don’t like your nappy rat trap anymore, you need to do something with it” we.

oh. that one. “we” usually means trouble, sometimes for both parties. like in the previous example. trouble for me because my husband doesn’t like my long hair. trouble for him because he implied that my hair is unattractive. silly man. we know who wins in these situations.

regardless, how many conversations have i had using this “by we i mean you” approach? now that i have a house and even more crap to clean and fix and paint and sweep, WE gets thrown around a lot. WE needed to finish some painting on our first and second floor. WE were glad after nine months it got done. finally. Right now, WE are trying to come up with ideas for ella’s first birthday party. WE need to figure out invitations and a budget. both sound like perfect tony jobs, don’t they? i thought so, too. he has of yet to tackle either.

mostly the WE thing just completely annoys me because i know exactly what he’s doing. pawning something off on me that he doesn’t want to do. but i have my ways.

tony know’s he’s in for a honey-do when i start off a sentence with “ummm–.” he immediately says no and heads the other way. it only took almost ten years of marriage for him to figure out my tactics. now i have to find some other way of tricking him into doing jobs for me.

usually that means i resort to nagging. persistent nagging. painful repetition of requests. my newest one? “ummmmm, could you finish my new masthead? sometime this year?” the masthead is the icky blue space above the blog that says knee deep. WE have this fabulous new one just gathering dust, so to speak, until tony does whatever it is that he does and loads it onto this site. it’s probably time consuming and boring, which is why it hasn’t been done. yet.

so my new trick? no “ummmms”, no nagging. not this time. this time, blogging. public humiliation always does wonders. hopefully, i’ll have a new masthead soon.

WE’ll keep our fingers crossed.

ten months along and today you poo-pooed in your tub. poor baby. having fun splashing around and then, uh oh. nothing worse than pooping in your bathtub.

if only the whole month was as exciting. almost though. you did manage to projectile vomit on two different occasions. both friday nights. once at a restaurant. i think the manager really enjoyed mopping up after you.

you’re working on pulling yourself up from the sitting position. you’ve managed a few successful tries, but haven’t been able to maintain consistency. you can pull yourself up to kneel and hang on the coffee table. it’s very cute. your dad took a few pictures of you gnawing on the table which are quite cute.

you’re still a bit of a sleepy head and go to bed around six p.m. of course, you don’t take your second nap, so you’re usually ready to pass out by the time we get home from daycare. but this doesn’t stop you from still waking up around 6:30 or seven on the weekend. but this weekend our babysitter said you didn’t go to bed until nine so you actually stayed in bed until 10 a.m. i could have cried. but i was sleeping. sweet, sweet sleep.

but back to you. you’re getting taller and putting on more weight. still at the absolute bottom of the weight percentile, but not from a lack of trying on our part. it would help if you’d stop puking, but i shouldn’t blame the victim i suppose. otherwise you’re happy, healthy and bounce when you’re excited. another cute ella thing.

anywho, plans for a birthday party are in the works. i can’t believe you’re almost one. how crazy is that?

happy tenth month birthday, even if it’s a little belated. or alot.