It's called... a life

Dudes, NYE was da bomb. Craig & I acted like we were 24.5 again except we were home in bed by 12:45am, which is a bit different than the ways of our early 20s. Oh well, it was totally boss (I'm going to start using this word, see movie Juno) we were able to go out and have fun; thanks again to my parents.

This new found "life" is filled with a hair appt, dinner plans for the evening, cuddling the Boo (so she doesn't feel neglected), and tennis plans for the 23rd (the exact date of 6 weeks after Amélie's birth). I'm overly eager to get back on the court. Hopefully, it all comes back to me. In the meantime, I can live through my tennis pros, as the Australian Open starts soon. Just a warning to Bwie's mom: if you decide to give birth during a really good match - I might just not have reception that hour; no matter that it's a landline phone. Teeheehee.

One fun update, Amélie now almost weighs 9lbs. The nurse came by today and said she looks much older than a 3 week old being that she can now make extensive eye contact, track our movement, and grins bigger than Craig when he puts on a brand-new pair of socks.

Here are a few cute pics, for good measure.

Craig being nosy:


The gang colors in our house are pink & purple - represent, yo:

Y-a-a-a-w-n

It's past my bedtime. Even though I should be staying up to study for classes (my last weekend of classes), I cannot do it. I'm just too sleepy. I do have enough energy to prove that not only do I have the cutest booboo baby (ehem, Indie)... but my sexy cat is proving her ability to be charming and adorable. I woke up this morning to find the little Goooooooms sleeping in the new Bho carseat.

Does it get any cuter than this?! Actually, it was much cuter when she wasn't giving me a look of disgust. I guess, we're all crabby when being awaken for a photo shoot.

One more exciting event to note; we finally have a sofa! If you haven't heard me complaining: the last two weeks we have sat on two chairs in our living room without a sofa. I felt like Craig & I were an old-married couple sleeping in separate twin beds. It was sadly very unromantic.



However, Craig's nice friend bought the sofa that was driving me insane. Sure, it was from Room & Board and felt really comfy, but my obsessive-compulsive personality just didn't mesh with the faded, black, full of Indie-hair look. I'm so much happier with my modern, tweedy-turquoise sofa. Hip-hip hooray!

The next piece object of adoration will be the crib, which is due to arrive any day. I've resorted to coaxing misc. delivery trucks as they pass me on the highway, "tell your crib-trucker friend to hurry into the Twin Cities with my Bho's crib!"