We're trying to leave the 60's behind us. It's a difficult transition and we still have many yards of gorgeous paisley curtains to go, but we are the proud new owners of non-tacky kitchen lighting! Yes, it's a wonderful day. Someday we may even get rid of the yellow crackle glass globes on all the hall lighting.

Fiona is ridiculously excited about her birthday coming up this week. She's been telling every she knows that she's "bringing butterfly cupcakes to school on my birthday August 4th." We went to the party store today and she picked out a tea party theme for her plates, etc. Grampa will look so pretty in the bonnet party hats we picked out. When she found out that "Auntie" Kendall and David were going to be able to come she did a little dance she was so happy. Now I'm excited too, she was still too little to really know what was going on at her last birthday, this year she knows exactly what presents she wants and who she'd like to attend. I love birthday parties!

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Here's a quick little hint for all you doctors out there. When a woman comes in for a miscarriage related D&C, she does not want to be asked if she's here for a "termination." Also, it is not comforting when I'm crying to say that a third of all pregnancies end in miscarriage and the ones that do end in miscarriage generally had some sort of genetic problem. Guess what. That doesn't help. I know that already. It doesn't change the fact that I'm sad and will continue to be sad for awhile no matter how many statistics you're able to bring out of your little bag of tricks. Maybe trying a few of the old interpersonal skills would provide a better result. And no, I don't want to see the empty sac on the ultrasound screen. Especially after I just told you that I saw the baby's heartbeat on that same screen a month ago.

So July has pretty much sucked all month long. August, you had better be a pretty damn good month or I'm going to kick your ass.

Overheard in the car:

F: "Mommy, mommy! Look at that fish!"
T: "What fish, sweetie? I don't see a fish."
F: "Dat white fish, right dere!"
T: "White fish? I still don't see it."
F: "Right dere! On top of dat building! A satellite fish!"

Miscellanea

Long weekend, yahoo! As per usual, it's a cloudy, drizzly fourth of July weekend. I think it's a law up here. Every single 4th since we've moved here, it's rained. Oh well, all the better to put out any fires we may cause with illegal fireworks, right?

Fiona is wearing her Easter dress while watching Lady and the Tramp. She asked to put it on as soon as I went in to get her out of bed this morning. I don't know where this girly girl came from; she likes to wear skirts and dresses whenever I'll let her. She certainly didn't get it from me. Last weekend, she put on two dresses on on top of the other, mastering the layered look at such a young age. She's been dying for a pair of ruby slippers and begs for them whenever we go to Target. I'd get them for her, but I know she'd want to wear them to school everyday and would have major tantrums if we didn't let her. She consoles herself by wearing her patent leather Christmas shoes to play in the front yard.

We have a major weed problem. No, not the wacky tabaccy! Weeds as in annoying backyard plants that are trying to take over the world. Per our neighbors, the last owners of the house weren't much for the yardwork. When they put the house on the market, they simply covered up the weeds in the backyard by covering everything in a foot of bark. Then the house sat empty for a full summer and the weeds popped through and made more little baby weeds. We spent all last Sunday pulling them and filled up 5 yard waste bags as well as our yard waste container. We found three ornamental evergreens, four rhododendrons, a tea rose, some sort of ornamental shrub, and four dead bushes that didn't quite pull through the weed infestation. We're not even a third of the way through the yard yet. It will be interesting to see what else pops up back there.

Lady and the Tramp is kind of a boring movie. Why did I love it so when I was little? Same goes for Fox and the Hound. Fiona refuses to watch Little Mermaid or Aladdin or any movie with the songs I love to sing. She's too scared of the villains. Damn you Jafar and Ursula!