Should I Be Worried?

Graham has decided that this is a good time to bring up his dissatisfaction with my hair. THIS, a time when there is clearly nothing else going on; nothing else to be concerned about. He's all: "So... umm... is there anything you can do about that frizz?" And I'm all "well, I could bludgeon you with the blunt end of a pigeon... that would probably fix the problem."

And, you know, maybe I haven't taken the best care of myself since giving-birth-and-getting-my-masters-and-moving-and-changing-careers-and-finding-a-house. Gee golly gosh wizzo, I WONDER WHY?! Also, that's the price you pay for marrying someone who only showers 3 times a week and spends $10 annually on makeup. But we are never late because of me, are we?

But then... then I go to give Evie a bath the other day and I find THIS:

Tell me, Mr. Scobey, husband of four years and father to my daughter, what need have you for PHEROMONES? Is my hair sooooooo unattractively frizzy that you have the need to put yourself back on the market? IS IT?!?

I wikipediad that shizz and you know what I found? Pheromones: "chemicals capable of acting outside the body of the secreting individual to impact the behavior of the receiving individual"

DOES OUR LOVE AND THE WAY I ASK YOU TO ROLL OVER WHEN YOU SNORE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU ANYMORE?

I hope you attract a female. A female WILD BOAR.

And now I bet we are all up on Child Service's radar for bathing our 10-month-old in lady chemicals (or near them. same thing basically.) And when they come knocking on our door I am SO throwing you under the bus, Cracker. Be forewarned.

But then I found this.

So maybe he isn't looking for another woman. It's just that our marriage is boring. Phew. I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW!

**graham really didn't want me to post this. so, you know... I did. love you honey.**

Recooperating

This morning, this very glorious morning where the birds were singing and top-dogs of the angels decided to take a walk on planet Earth, I slept until 11:00 am. ELEVENOCLOCK! I am completely aware that there are people reading this and cursing my well-rested self. I would be too. Sometimes, when I read here here or here how people are having suuuuuuch amazing days and their children are soooooooo quiet and always sleep on planes I'm all: "mental note: set their car ablaze. roll it down a big hill." So I get it. Misery loves company. But this morning... I slept in until eleven. And I needed it.

The past 14 days have been full of a bunch of Crap-that-shouldn't-have-happened heaped on top of more Crap-we-wish-wouldn't-have-happened and baked at agony for 45 minutes or until unbearable. Our closing in CT got pushed (twice) and we have been traveling like crazy people and have no place to call home and I've been studying for comprehensives and then Evie got sick. Really sick. Running-a-fever-of-104-for-twelve-days sick. She has been having screaming bouts and has been in extreme pain for almost two weeks. And she hasn't been sleeping.

*this is what sick Evie looks like*

So Graham and I have been absolutely exhausted and begging the Universe to please just give us a break.

So we got a little break (thank you Universe)... in the way of blue skys and a healthy baby.

And it's all going to be ok. I know this because, really, my problems are small. I have a beautiful baby and an amazing husband; it's just that, sometimes, even small problems seem overwhelming. It feels good to be working towards something incredible, though. Working towards no more school, owning a small business, working (at a job we LOVE) from home, and living near our families. It feels really, really good. Great, even. And I'll be back to my regular-blogging-self as soon as the semester is over... but until then I hope that you will bare with my sporadic posting (I bet you will because... well... you're all so darn nice).

*she's back to her old self*

One Small Step for Man...

One giant LEAP for Scobey-kind!!

Our first official blog post as a husband and wife photography team is up. We are so excited (and kind of emotional, to be totally honest) about all of the huge things that are happening (at a very rapid pace). Thank you all for your neverending support and encouragement. We just love and appreciate you so much.

Stop by and leave Ali and Josh some comment love

www.scobeyphotography.com/blog

Wednesday is the New Monday

Today has been a giant string of miniature disasters. Aside from Wednesdays being generally sucky because I have to be on campus from 9am - 9pm, Graham is sick, I slid down a snow embankment and ruined my new flats (I know, I shouldn't wear flats in the snow. Stop yelling at me!), I forgot my wallet at home (and had to get my sick husband to drive to campus and bring it to me) and I am still here. In class. Blogging. That's almost the same as listening and learning. Right?

But none of that matters friends. Know why? KNOW WHY!?! Because tomorrow I will be hopping on a big, steel bird and flying out to sunny California. Because - have you SEEN this commercial?

So. I'm going to california because David Beckham wants to play soccer with me.

In addition to the whole "David Beckham clearly wants me and is using soccer as a ruse" thing, I am going to visit one of my favorite people on the planet: Miss Catherine Herzog. She is so beautiful it's disgusting. I can barely like her because of it. Despite the nauseating attractiveness, however, I am going to go spend some time with her. I haven't seen her since Evie was born. I haven't told the story about how she was there for those first two weeks... but let's just say that I am beyond lucky to have her as a friend. Beyond. Lucky.

I also get to visit my niece: Sophalinaloafa. That is the name on her birth certificate. At least her birth certificate that exists inside my head.

All this to say that there probably won't be much posting this weekend... but I will catch everyone up when I get back with a post that will inevitably start "HA HA, SUCKAS, I wore hawaiian shirts all weekend while you were all stuck in the cold... with runny noses!"

Tomorrow I'll post about how I have an EIGHT MONTH OLD. And, while we are on the subject: WHAT THA WHAT?!?

Diaper Rash, A Literal Pain in the Butt

Remember that time I was all: "Swoooooon. Life is perfect. Life is awesome. Look! Over there! A unicorn just jumped over the most beautiful rainbow and now she is bringing me a winning lottery ticket!"

Well, if nothing else, parenthood is ever changing. And that unicorn? She just turned into a big, nasty, yeasty infection. White and red puss filled vestibules. On my child's hind parts. (Now that I think about it, this whole thing is probably exacerbated by the fact that Evie thinks it's cool to poop SIX TIMES A DAY. So Evie, if you're reading this: just stop that... and the agony will disappear) And, while none of this is particularly glorious to me, the poor baby is in a lot of pain.

Don't worry. I've been overmedicating her. It's any good mother's duty. And no, I am not interested in switching her to cloth diapers. I have already been told by several thousand and umpteen people that they are better for the environment! better for the baby! better for the budget! Well, I refuse to feel guilty about embracing some of life's little conveniences like, ya know, NOT having to wash crap out of a piece of cotton. And did you read that part where Evie poops SIX TIMES A DAY. Yeeeah.

So I'm opting for the easy way out: more medication. And you can say what you will about drug companies.... but those people are magical magic-making magicians! Nystatin is my new BFF. Right after I finish this post we are going to run upstairs, eat bonbons and watch Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

Why? Because in LESS THAN 12 HOURS it can turn an anguished, screaming child into this:

Nystatin, will you be my Valentine? Oh, and her socks in this video? Those socks are further proof that Ev is a genetic clone of her father. I really wish I had a picture to show you how inappropriately high he wears socks. With shorts.

(I'm gonna find a picture)

That big announcement: It's close. Really close. Like a few days away. I know, I said that like two weeks ago... but just keep yo' panties (or whatever you wear/ don't wear/ only wear on special occasions) on!

Heart Explosions: A minor cardiovascular inconvenience.

In the past two months, Evie has gone from rocking on her knees to crawling to crawling fast to pulling up to cruising. When I tell people that she has stumbled upon mobility the most common reaction is "Ohhh, you're in trouble". And I am . I really, really am.

But not in the way they meant it. Not because she is getting into things and is increasingly difficult to keep up with. I am in trouble because, every single night I go to sleep certain that I could not love her more. every. single. night. And every single morning I wake up and find that I do, in fact, love her more. And this is very dangerous to my health because one day soon my heart is going to grow so big that it starts poking out through my orifices... and if you have ever seen a human heart you know that this WILL NOT BE PRETTY. And... well, I'll probably die.

And suddenly my squishy, one-hundred-percent-dependent-on-me little baby is all "No, MOTHER, I do not have time to cuddle today. There is a job opening down at the United Nations and there is world hunger to be solved! Dear God, woman, STOP CRYING!"

I am utterly confused as to when life started going by so quickly. I mean, I know that it's always gone by fast; as in: I'm-So-Glad-That-Eighteen-Year-Awkward-Phase-Went-By-Fast, fast. But this, this is just absurd.

And now she WAVES? And is 95% of the way to being able to play PATTY-CAKES?! Someone... just cut all of my knuckles open with the edges of an Encyclopedia Britannica. That would be less painful than this.

And to make matters worse: my uterus (which is the trickiest of all the lady organs) is trying daily to convince me that I miss the babies. And that I want another one. So the logical side of me is trying my damnedest to convince my uterus that, no, you don't want another baby in there. It will stretch you. And then make you CONTRACT. And then they'll have to CUT YOU OPEN again. That doesn't sound like fun, does it? But my uterus is the captain of the Uterine Debate Team... so I think having it removed may be my only choice.

A Love Affair

My husband has a new woman in his life...and I can't really fault him. She is gorgeous, sweet, and has a beautiful smile. Evie, as it turns out, is already a bit of a Daddy's girl. I took this picture last night right before her bedtime while she and Graham were flirting.

It took me a while to mop his heart up off of the nursery floor after it had melted.

Happy Anniversary, Sorry for Crying on Your Steak

As many of you know, my husband and I are middle school sweethearts. In fact, on our first "date" (when his parents took us to a Braves game) we looked exactly like this:

August 6, 1999...I do not remember who won the game...but I was pretty sure (even then) that I had met the one for me.

Fast forward ten years, and we are celebrating our third wedding anniversary today...and even though our "romantic evening" consisted of going literally down the street to the local Mexican joint, chasing our chips and salsa with a plethora of pills (from a plastic baggie, no less), and me sobbing sporadically throughout the meal (because OH THE HORMONES...someone should send you home from the hospital with a sign attached to you that reads "SO MUCH AS SPEAK, and this woman will cry"), there is nowhere that I would rather be and no one whom I would rather be with than you, my love.

At least we attempted to have a little alone time today...as we were walking out the door I told him that he should feel like the luckiest guy in the world that I had mustered the energy to put pants on and dry my hair. The flowers he got me were pink, because today was little Evie's one week birthday. He is so awesome.

Happy Anniversary...You are and will forever be my Only One

The Man of My Dreams Turned Dad of My Dreams

My husband has only been a father for 6 days...and at least once during each of the first 4 days (while we were in the hospital) I had a nurse or a doctor tell me what a phenomenal dad he was...one did so with tears in her eyes. I agreed with them, smiling and knowing that I had already counted my blessings and told myself what an amazing dad he was at least 3,000 times in any given minute.

Graham, I have loved you for a very long time (10 years, to be exact)...and I have always been thankful for how wonderful you are...but seeing you with Evie overwhelms me with so many emotions. I am beyond grateful that our little girl gets to have a father like you...and I feel both completely undeserving and totally fortunate. You have already proven yourself as World's Best Dad in my book...and if there were a Rookie of the Year Award in parenting, your name would be on it. Thank you and Happy First Father's Day.

Prego Pictures

Last Friday Graham and I had the EXTREME honor of doing a maternity shoot with Carla Ten Eyck. It was the most fun day...and I felt like a princess....and now we have all of these amazing pictures to show Evie when she is older.


Check out Carla's blog for some more shots...and while you are there check out Graham's post (he was a guest blogger on her website last weekend). I cannot believe that we are only EIGHT weeks away from having this little girl. Did I mention that her nursery is painted?? Well, HER NURSERY IS PAINTED!!! We are almost ready. I have never been more excited about anything.

Photography 101

Happy first day of Spring, everyone! It was in the 40's and dreary all day here...not exactly the trumpeting songs of Lilies that I might have hoped for to ring in the season. Graham and I went to a birthday party for one of his coworkers this afternoon...there were cupcakes involved. And gut-busting laughter. And greasy pizza. It was pretty much amazing.

Afterward Professor Scobey (the man formerly known as Graham) took me out for a lesson in photography. There is so much to know about cameras, and his brain has a capacity to hold much more than mine does (like the entire contents of a camera's user manual), but I had a lot of fun learning what I could.

Here are some of the pictures from my first session.

How Well Do I Know My Husband?

I saw this on Facebook and thought it would be fun...

Here's a chance to see how well you really know your husband. Cut, paste and fill in the answers, then forward. The real challenge is to send it to (or read to) your husband to see how right you really are.

1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Grand Theft Auto...no contest

2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Pepperorn Ranch from Willington Pizza....otherwise he likes Ranch sometimes and Balsamic Vinaigrette others

3. What's one food he doesn't like?
I have yet to find one. He is not a big sweets fan, though...scratch that...FISH SANDWICHES

4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order?
Water, Coke if someone else is paying.

5. Where did he go to high school?
GACS

6. What size shoe does he wear?
10

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Do video games count? If it could be anything than it would probably be cameras.

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
Pulled pork BBQ from Slopes

9. What would this person eat every day if he could?
BBQ....or Japanese Hibachi

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Cinnamon Toast Crunch

11. What would he never wear?
A speedo or a tank top

12. What is his favorite sports team?
He's not a hard core fan of sports...but we both cheer for Auburn in the Fall

13. Who did he vote for?
Obama

14. Who is his best friend?
Aside from me, obviously....David Biagi

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?
Nag him about the dishes

16. What is his heritage?
Scottish

17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
No WAY, dude...we go out to eat for birthdays!!

18. Did he play sports in high school
Soccer for a little bit

19. What could he spend hours doing?
Looking at photography blogs online, hiking, taking pictures, playing video games...

20. What is one unique talent he has?
There are so many...I am a little jealous of them...but number 1 would have to be taking pictures - check him out - www.grahamscobey.com

How did I do, Oogley-bear?

Best Thursday EVER!!!

Graham brought me home CUPCAKES from work last night. Putting it mildly, his boss is the BOMB! Nothing else is remotely worth posting about compared to this:

Note: There was a coconut flavored one (pictured above) and a chocolate-peanut butter flavored one. They are both being happily digested by my stomach juices right about now. Yum.