Home Away From Home

I wanted to take a photo of the lovely flowers, that I took from some one's yard on Tuesday, that have been cheering up my desk so I thought I'd take a couple shots of my desk. I spend a lot of time here and am bad at organizing which is why it looks the way it does.

Tulips in a plastic cup, and there's some lilac floating in the water which is making my desk smell amazing. I'm amazed at how long the flowers have lasted in fluorescent light with no fresh air. Let's pretend that they're a metaphor for modern life shall we? And check out the Mr. Yuck sticker on my phone; did you know that was invented right her in the Burgh?

Cube sweet Cube. This is it's natural state. I have a proliferation of paperwork that could certainly be kept in a neater fashion, but oh well this works for me.
Pictures. A lot of Eli and the dogs. I need to put up a picture of Hazel-Louise Birds.
My ode, funny and true.

I didn't take a picture of the 11 pairs of shoes that live under my desk because there's already one of those on myspace. 9 out of 11 pairs are ballet flats. Because I have a problem for which there is no support group.

Yes, I Got That Memo

I should preface this by telling you that my job really isn't high stress. I mean it really really isn't. But currently I'm starting to feel a little harried by people who won't return my phone calls, fellow employees who think I'm their personal lackey, and programs that I shouldn't be handling. I'm starting to feel a lot like this guy:
So, if I come across as a cranky bitch, like I did today during copier training (that's right copier training which was "mandatory" for me), I am sorry. Forgive me. Love me. Roll with it baby. I can't be bitchy with my one year old; the adults in my life might end up bearing the brunt.

On a more cheerful note Eli got these in the mail yesterday from "aunt" Jenna at Oopsy Daisy Designs:
They're new wool longies and they are awesome! I got them too late for a fashion show yesterday but Eli will definitely be rocking them this eve. They're going to look right with his guitar shoes.

Tuesday afternoon J and I took Eli out to play in the backyard. This is when we discovered that he's afraid of grass. He doesn't like to stand grass and if you put him in it he gets back to the cement walk as fast as his untrusting little legs will take him. My little city baby.

That's Eli with his fire truck Play Hut, he didn't cry this time but he still wasn't crazy about it. After all it was on the grass.
I love this picture, Eli looks like he's gonna get you. You can see the little girl who lives next door playing with Adelaide, she's 7 and very adorable and sweet. She also walks across screen in the little video below. Her older brother, who despite looking 12 is in fact 17, is also in the video.

Too much cute

This weekend Eli was for the most part in exemplary spirits, and displaying the kind of cuteness that made me want to have a baby in the first place. Then last night at my mom's he seemed to suddenly realize what separation anxiety is because he didn't want anyone but Jason or myself to hold him. Usually Eli shows no preference as long as he's being jostled, tickled, and talked too. So, this new thing is both endearing and annoying. Endearing because he's recognizing that we are, in fact, the most important people in his world. Annoying because I can no longer leave the room without hearing earsplitting cries. Here are some pics of Elijah being extraordinarily cute.


He fell asleep in his Baby Einstein exersaucer while I was at work, luckily Jason had the forethought to take a picture. I guess being a baby genius is pretty tiring.

He found both his feet!! And he was so excited about it. My little monkey.

Eli thinks that daddy's hat is the most delicious thing in the world, except for maybe bananas.

In Emily news I was just monumentally annoyed because I had to walk the whole way upstairs to get water. For anyone who isn't already aware I have a pretty cushy office job where they try to make things as pleasant as possible. This includes monthly themed luncheons (recent examples include a sundae bar and a baked potato bar), team building scavenger hunts, mock awards ceremonies for being a super social worker, and very very flexible schedules. Really if the most I have to complain about is that the downstairs water cooler is broken I must be pretty lucky.