Scarlet has been the cutest little helper these days. We were carrying stuff into the car to go somewhere and she brought out this little case with gun stuff in it. It was funny.

She's gotten really good about picking up her toys when I ask her to or putting away what she pulled out of the drawers. We sing a "clean up" song and now she starts to sing it before I do.

Greg and I were craving donuts and one of my sisters blogged about a donut outing and it looked really fun so we thought, "Let's go out for donuts." It was a let down. The place where Lizzie goes looks all colorful and cute and this place looked like a greasy miniature cafeteria and they were out of half the donuts. Well, we got some and then just felt sick afterwards. But Scarlet liked them.

It was pretty cute. We were on our way to Pat and Randy's and Greg said we needed to go and tried to take the donut away and Scarlet pulled it away and said no. Then he said we were going to Grandma's and she immediately threw her hand up to Greg, offering him the donut so we could see Grandma. It was pretty cute and pretty shocking at the same time.

Pat and Randy had these Wolf ears at a hotel and we put them on and told her to meow like a cat and she LOVED IT. I have a video. I'll post later. Now every time she sees a kitty she meows.

Playing with glasses.

I'm pretty sure this is 16 weeks.

I know I'm not that big, but I'm showing, I promise you.

Greg gets a break at work, once in awhile and gets to come home for a quick lunch break (at 8 or 9pm). I love when this happens, though it's always very rushed. I wanted to get a pic of him with his car. I know it's dark, but I never see him in the day.

Our blender randomly busted a hole through it Sunday morning. Crazy. It made a BIG MESS. This shows nothing. All over the walls- multiple walls. On the blinds, on the windows. Thank goodness it was under warranty and we got a free one, a few days later, in the mail.

As for me, the nerves are BARELY starting to kick in. We will be out of our house in less than 2 weeks. Next week is my last week in our ward and I'm thrilled to be done with my calling. I feel sort of bad, I sort of blew off choir today, but I asked her for a week's notice to plan a sitter for Scarlet and practice and she gave me 5 hours notice and I was sick of being taken advantage of so I just said I couldn't do it with that short of notice. But I could've pulled it off, but I've been feeling very abused in my calling the last 2 months.

I'm just starting to have little thoughts of, "What if I hate my apartment? What if I hate my neighbors? What if it's horrible? What if we don't make friends?" And then I think, "It will be that way for a YEAR." I'm sure it will be fine, but just the "permanence" of it all is starting to sink in. We'll soon enough find out how it's all going to be.

I have been fighting thoughts of cutting tv completely out of my life for a good two months now. It comes in waves, but pretty often. And I keep fighting it. I think it's what I need to do. I KNOW it's what I need to do. For me, I'm not preaching that the tv is bad. But it's seriously the most common activity that Greg and I do together, so I feel like Greg and I will just spend more time apart if I stop watching tv. Because I did that for a short span and that's what happened. Greg would watch 30 Rock by himself and we'd both be annoyed that the other person wasn't spending time with them. Greg likes to vegge after working by watching tv and I don't criticize him at all. And then when Scarlet goes down for the night or a nap, it's not like we can leave the house so it's like what do we do? Let's watch a show. I just don't feel ANY benefits from tv these days. I only feel the negatives. Even if I don't watch a lot. I still feel like it was such a waste and dulls my day, energy and brain.