Seis Puerqueños

I didn’t forget your Harmon update people, I am just lazy. Also this month we only (only, hah!) took 14 pictures of the kid. On the plus side we did take lots of video on our real video camera, but I’m too lazy to figure out how to put any on here. Man I’m lazy!

This month: Harmon is everywhere. He loves pulling everything off every shelf, unplugging every cord, throwing laptops off the table, knocking over full glasses of water, climbing under chairs to escape (especially at church), emptying cupboards and drawers, emptying laundry baskets (dirty and clean), breaking the dishwasher, climbing, and pretty much everything else he can think of to cause glorious amounts of trouble. He still loves to eat just about everything we eat by the pound, play kick, jump, and swing with dad, blow raspberries, go outside, flirt with ladies, and get the mail. This month has mostly been about increased mobility. (Maybe that’s why I’m so lazy?) He is now up to 8 chompers, and still seems to be taller than most other kids his age. There is probably a lot more to say, but I forget now. Aaron can write more later.

“You could be confused with someone who is going to give birth any day!”

Unlike.

PS Please don’t pay any attention to my ultra-pale face.

You guessed girl and I told you that you would get a prize. And you will. The prizes (which are way more lame than last year, but taste better. I do have a kid and am pregnant, give me a break!) So, good work:

Leslie
Wendy
Lois
Tracy
(P)Amy
Cheri
Sherry

I need your addresses. Except Lois & Cheri, I believe I have yours.

Please email me: kelseyfox at hotmail dot com
Muchas Gracias.

Car with: “Save the Ta-Tas” Bumpersticker
Being driven by: Lady smoking

Does the roof of your mouth ever itch? Mine does when I have a cold, or am especially sneezy like when someone has poisonous death Lilies in the room. Aaron thinks I’m crazy.

So, this is kind of an embarrassing confession, but whatever.

Last week I was switching radio stations in the car and stopped on something because it was interesting. I thought: “hmm this lady has a pretty voice. I don’t care much for this song, but her voice has something to it.” The song ended. The DJ came on. The Climb by Miley Cyrus. Oh bust, I am totally embarrassed.

Two days later I am switching radio stations in the car. A DJ says: “Here is Party City USA (or something?) by Miley Cyrus.” And I don’t change it. Maybe her voice is pretty in other songs too? I should just be open minded I tell myself. And then it starts. And it is pretty much the most awful song in the entire universe, where no voices sound pretty at all. And man, I am embarrassed.

Darn you Miley Cyrus. Double darn you.

On Sunday I had been asked to give part of the lesson in RS (women’s group at church). The teacher had specifically asked me to talk about Ecuador, which is probably the only reason I consented, as I HATE giving lessons, talking in church, etc. If you’ve ever seen me do one of those things, you know why. I love to talk, just not give talks. I’m awkward like that.

Anyway, partway through the lesson she calls me up and I begin to talk. Wait, I should add that we moved into the ward in May, but have been gone a lot, and consequently know almost no one. So let’s just say that within the first 20 seconds I am crying. A lot. And continue to cry pretty much through the next 10 minutes of talking. I’m sure I made a lot of good points, if anyone could make out what I was saying.

Within 30 seconds of sitting down and feeling like a total idiot (the blank stares were enough to make you think you were a fool) Aaron and Harmon appeared at the door needing a diaper and I was more than happy to escape.

So to my new ward: don’t ask me to talk in church, ever. Yes I will cry like that every time. Even if I’m just talking about tithing. It’s just not good for anyone. Especially me. Thanks.