Swimming Fun

As promised last weekend, here are the photos of the fun family weekend.

Kaylynn loves swinging on the porch! She's not really big enough for the swing, so we had to stuff that pillow in behind her.

Tanner man, posing for us. It's a redo, but we caught him sunbathing like this. We actually had to bribe him to redo it - he wanted to get in the pool, but he was in trouble, so we told him he could get back in the pool if he posed for a picture. :)

So, I had some pictures of Kaylynn and Bryden in the pool, but the battery ran out on mom's camera and I don't have her charger, so you can just wait for the rest. :)

ps...Brian is well now. and I now have pink eye. just hoping I don't get the flu part that he had. I had my flu shot this year.

Prunes

Have you guys ever seen that email forward that talks about how certain fruits and vegetables look like different body organs, coincidentally enough, the ones that they help? I think they call it the "Nature of God's Pharmacy". A sliced carrot looks like the human eye, a tomato has 4 chambers and is red like the heart, walnuts look like brains, kidney beans (self-explanatory), etc. Here's a link to it all.

That said, they don't list prunes. However, from recent (30 minutes) experience, I can tell you that pureed prunes look very similar to what it is intended to make you do. For my sweet girl's sake, I sure hope they do their intended purpose. I believe some very yummy apples have clogged the pipelines and it's not to comforting to watch. Shockingly, she loved the prunes, like kept licking the spoon clean liked.

On the eating note, Kaylynn finally figured out how to eat (really eat) food. I thought she did a while ago, but she is a champ now. Everything I said she didn't like, because she spit it out, she gobbles up. So far we've had:

Sweet Potatoes
Green Beans
Green Peas
Carrots
Parsnips (combined with carrots)
Apples
Pears
Plums
Prunes
Peaches
Zucchini
Squash
Mangoes

I've got cantelope, cauliflower, blueberries, acorn squash, and butternut squash in the hanger, waiting for her to try. If previous eatings are any indication, I think she'll love them. I've been contemplating trying some meat purees soon...we'll see. Have I mentioned that I love making her food? I do. Honestly. It's one of my favorite things to do.


****Update****

All systems go. :) It was a painful day for sweet girl. p

Happy Father's Day?

Happy Father's Day to all you proud Papas out there; especially to all the newbies - there sure are plenty of those this year.

It's not such a happy day in the von Frinkenhagen abode...the man of honor is sick. We're assuming some kind of virus, which makes going to the doctor pointless. Why a virus? Well, he thought he got something in his eye on Tuesday, as it was infected on Wednesday/Thursday. With no sign of improvement, he stopped by the RediClinic on our way out of town Friday. With antibiotics in hand, the said eye has not gotten any better and he now has had fever of 99-101 since Friday night. Sometimes we get excited because it goes away, back down to 97/98, but then a couple hours later, the dang fever rears her ugly head again. Coupled with achiness and a sore throat - we've concluded that it is in fact a virus.

Good news? It should be working its way out by now. I'm pretty sure that what he got in his eye was the virus and it peaked on Thursday/Friday. Little one and I are keeping our distance...just in case. And by Little one and I, I mean Little one, because one of the two of us needs to take care of Brian...and it sure isn't going to be her. :)

Kaylynn did have a smashing time this weekend. She got to go swimming with her buddy Bryden last night. I have some pictures to post later, but for now, I've got a lot of cleaning to do.

Sweet Boy

It's tough being Gustopher. I mean, really. Basking in the sunlight, inside an air-conditioned house, chewing on your favorite blue heart. Rough life. Really.

So Easy...

...a von Frinkenhagen could do it. At least that's what I was told. The von Frinkenhagens were in the market for a new dishwasher because our old one did not wash dishes. Given that the name of the appliance inferred that the dishes would actually get washed, we figured we needed to find one that actually would.

We mentioned to another family member that we were searching for a new dishwasher and we were told NOT to pay for installation. It was so easy to put in a new dishwasher that even I, Brian von Frinkenhagen, could do it.

My confidence couldn't be higher. We showed up at Sears and, after weighing our options, we selected the lucky appliance. When the sales rep asked whether we wanted the dishwasher installed, I firmly said that we did not. "Who was going to install it?", he asked. "We are", I said without a quiver in my voice or a twitch in my face. How hard could it be?

Here's what I envisioned. I unplug the old dishwasher. I disconnect a hose or two. I pull out the old dishwasher. I push in the new dishwasher. I plug it in and connect a hose. Bada bing, bada boom. Installation complete.

Wrong.

Here's how it really went. Step one was to turn off the water valves attached to the dishwasher. I got down under the sink and did the deed. Righty tighty, lefty loosey. I turned all of the water valves to the right as far as I could. They were tight and the water was cut off. Step one complete.

On to step two. This involved disconnecting the old dishwasher. I unplugged the dishwasher first. Easy enough. Then I disconnected the drain hose. So far so good. Then it was on to the copper tube that appeared to connect the hot water to the dishwasher. This one made me a little uneasy. For whatever reason, I associated the copper hose with natural gas. Grandpap von Frinkenhagen (GvF for short) reassured me that the copper hose was simply the hot water connection. Fantastic. With the valve closed, GvF went to work disconnecting the hot water connection. It was nearly off when we heard the odd sound of gushing water.

Uh oh, that's not right.

I reluctantly took a peek under the sink, and, sure enough, found water gushing out of the hot water valve. With the kitchen floor filling with water, we tried desperately to turn the valve. Unfortunately, the valve was broken and there was no way to stop the flow. Hayley ran for the towels while I ran for the master water valve in the garage. Fortunately, the master valve did work and we were able to slow (though never fully stop) the water flow out of the valve.

While we were swimming, Kaylynn was sitting in her high chair laughing. I'm convinced I would have been using some choice language had she not been present. But how could I be upset with her smiling face looking down at me as I did the backstroke to the back door.

Ok. We hit our first snag. There was no way of knowing that the valve was broken and that we couldn't turn of the water. Actually, the fact that the dishwasher still worked (when plugged in of course) should have been a hint that the water was still flowing. But that's neither here nor there. Surely it couldn't get worse than this.

Consistent with the general theme of my blog posts, I was wrong.

After using every towel in the house, we almost (yes, almost) soaked up all the water. And that meant we were moving on to step three. With everything disconnected, all we had to do was pull out the old dishwasher. Fortunately, that step was easy. With a few adjustments to the dishwasher legs, out it came.

Step four was unpacking the new dishwasher. I took the initiative of opening the top of the box. GvF then pointed out the words on the bottom of the box that said "Cut here". The folks at Whirlpool were kind enough to provide a line to cut along so that you could just lift the box. That way you didn't have to lift the dishwasher out of the box. They're smart folks.

After three attempts to lift the box, I finally managed to cut it all the way around. That only took 10 minutes.

What step am I on now? Oh who cares. The next phase involved installing the new dishwasher. Here's what I envisioned. First I plug in the dishwasher to the wall. Then I reconnect the water line. Then I reconnect the drain tube. Then we start washing some dishes.

The first snag came when I realized there was no plug with the new dishwasher. Oh, I see. We bought a dishwasher that runs on batteries. Perhaps a car battery or something? I just don't think the nine-volts will do.

Wrong again. The dishwasher does in fact run on electricity. Ok, so we bought a wireless dishwasher. I just couldn't quite figure out how to set the thing up.

Nope, this was not a wireless dishwasher. It did in fact need a plug. At this point, I was beyond confused. I needed to plug the dishwasher into the wall. But there was no plug. How are we supposed to run the dishwasher without a plug? Remember me saying that the folks at Whirlpool were smart? I take it all back. Even I understand the concept of plugging things into the wall (with wires and stuff) to make it run.

Fortunately, we had the plug from the old dishwasher that we could "borrow". After disconnecting some wires, we re-wired the plug to the new dishwasher (using wire nuts and everything!). Since part of the old dishwasher is still being used, I suppose our "new" dishwasher isn't completely new.

Anyway, on to the rest of the installation process. The plug was attached. We managed to re-attach water hose and drain hose without a problem. All that remained was to push it under the counter. We managed to do this without incident (thankfully).

There really was only one last step. We just had screw the dishwasher to the bottom of the counter. Piece of cake. Before we started, GvF said not to drop any of the screws in the dishwasher. If you did and it fell into the motor, you were a dead duck. To prevent this from happening, we put down a towel to catch any of the screws I may have clumsily dropped.

I should have known we were going to have problems when I put in the wrong screws. Twice. That's right, I attached the dishwasher with the wrong screws. We couldn't close the dishwasher door because the screws were too big. No biggie. GvF pointed to the correct screws and, as I began screwing it in, I heard a clink, clink, clink, clank.

Oops, I dropped a screw. No worries though. That's what the towel is for. Except it didn't do it's job. Yep, that's right. The screw fell down, hit the door, hit the bottom of the dishwasher and then rolled right under the towel. By the time I threw the towel up, the screw was gone. As I climbed half-way into the dishwasher, I looked down in the motor casing and saw the screw. Saweet. I could see the screw, but I couldn't get it (because of the filter cover thing. If you don't know what I'm talking about, open your dishwasher and look at the bottom. You'll see that there are small gaps that serve to prevent knives, forks, etc. from getting in BUT NOT SCREWS).

Ok, ok. I could see the screw. Surely there was a way to get it out. Obviously the dishwasher couldn't run with the screw there because it would destroy the motor. But I had a plan. Almost as soon as the screw hit the bottom of the motor casing, the MacGyver theme song started going off in my head.

Here was the plan. I was going to go get one of our magnetized screwdrivers. I would stick the screwdriver into the motor casing and get ahold of the screw. I would carefully pull the screwdriver out, grab the screw, and use it to attach the dishwasher to the bottom of the countertop. What a perfect plan.

Except it wasn't.

The magnetized screwdriver was not strong enough to grab the screw. That, or the screw was not magnetic (since it was stainless or something). On to Plan B: a visit to Ace Hardware.

While at Ace, we found a long, flexible magnet. We tested one of the screws that was to be used to attach the dishwasher and found that it was indeed magnetic. This did not mean that the screw in the motor casing was magnetic, but it was a good sign. Twelve bucks. I was willing to pay the price if it meant I was going to save the dishwasher.

Once home, I again climbed back into the dishwasher, threaded the magnet into the motor casing and...heard a click. The magnet had grabbed the screw. I carefully removed the magnet, grabbed the screw, and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I then proceeded to place 50 towels inside the dishwasher to make sure the same thing didn't happen again.

After this fiasco, I attached the diswasher to the underside of the counter, tested it, found no leaks, and considered the ordeal a "success".

After all that, here's the moral of the story: no home repair project will be easy when I am involved. But the things in life that are worth having (like clean dishes) don't come easy. Enough said.

Life's Lesson Learned

It all started with a simple statement from Mrs. von Frinkenhagen: "I just don't understand why they put carpet in the bathroom." Of course I had to chime in (without thinking about the consequences) with the supportive "I agree. It's like wiping before you poop: it just don't make sense."

And with that one concurrence, I opened the Pandora's Box that is home improvement. The idea was simple. We'd pull up the carpet and lay tile. Afterall, it really didn't make sense to have carpet in the bathroom. The carpet only serves to act as a sponge when it gets wet.

And since we were going to be replacing the floor tile, it only made sense to replace the wall tile. Afterall, we didn't want mismatching tiles.

At this point, I'm a little nervous. But no biggie, right? It's just laying tile.

Well, since we were going to be pulling up carpet and laying tile, perhaps we should look into a new vanity countertop that would better match the tile. Afterall, we want things to match.

And since we were going to be looking at new vanity countertops, perhaps we should just look for a new vanity. Afterall, there are some really nice vanities out there that come with sinks and a matching countertop.

And since we were going to be getting a new vanity, we should certainly look for new faucets. Afterall, what good is a new vanity without new hardware.

Ok, getting a little overwhelmed here. It started with tiling and now involves installing a vanity. But I think I'm up to the task. I'm thinking I'll survive.

Well, what is one of things you have to do to put down tile? Remove the toilet of course. And since we are going to be removing the toilet to lay tile, perhaps we should look for a brand new toilet. Afterall, word on the street at McC is that there are some fantastic, comfortable, low-flow toilets at Home Depot.

Ok, I'm now officially in the plumbing and tiling business. I'm not sure my tax accounting skills have prepared me for this...

Well, while we are tearing out the toilet, perhaps we should tear out the shower basin. What would we replace it with? We'd build a shower basin ourselves and tile it, of course!

Seriously? Build a frickin' shower basin? I'm suddenly feeling that something very bad is about to happen...

Well, since the shower basin is going to be right next to the bath tub, perhaps we should take the front cover off the bath tub, build a frame, and tile the front of the bath tub.

Oh sure. As long as I'm building a shower basin, why not build (and tile) the front of a bath tub. Piece of cake!

I think the straw that broke the camel's back came when we started talking about which wall tile to get. It all started with a simple comment from Grandpap von Frinkenhagen...

"You know, it might not be a bad idea to tear down the dry wall. That way, you can just attach the backerboard to the studs."

Of course this simple statement was made in the presence of one Mrs. von Frinkenhagen. Guess what the reaction was?

Half of our bathroom no longer has drywall.

So let's recap. There's no carpet, no vanity, no toilet, no shower, no front tub cover, and no drywall. And somehow, much like Humpty Dumpty, I'm going to (help) put the bathroom back together again. I'm officially calling all the king's horses and all the king's men to try to put this accountant's bathroom back together again.

It all started with a simple statement. I'm just not smart enough to keep my mouth shut. And Mrs. von Frinkenhagen knows this. I got tricked...again.

Palming

Keeping with the basketball terminology, the picture below is what you call "palming the ball". It is something that is pretty difficult to do with an actual basketball. I (Hayley) maintain that I (Hayley) could do it at one point in time (side effect of having freakishly long fingers), and the best part is...you can't prove me wrong! Ha!

First we caught her in the womb with the perfect jumpshot form, now she's palming the ball. Is basketball in her future?

Tree-ing

Huh? That was my reaction when I first heard Brandon say the phrase. We were playing in a corporate basketball league in London and we were playing against a team that was shooting lights out. We called a time out and gathered around Brandon to figure out what the heck we could do to slow them down. He said not to worry about it because they were "tree-ing".

BvF: What did you say?
Brandon: I said they are tree-ing.
BvF: Oh, ok.
BvF (turning to Bree): ::whispering:: What's tree-ing?
Bree: ::shoulder shrug::
BvF: Brandon, what's tree-ing?
Brandon: ::sigh:: Get with the program. They are playing above their level. They are playing in the trees. They are tree-ing. Any more questions genius?
BvF: Nope.

The NBA season is now over and I have had some time to get over my (recurring) disappointment at the performance of a Cleveland team. But the more I look at it, the more I am convinced that Orlando was tree-ing. Actually, I figured that out before the finals. I knew what was going to happen. Orlando was going to shoot lights out during the Cavs series and they were going to go stone cold in the finals. Sure enough...

Consider this. Orlando shot 48% percent from the field during the Cavs series. Not only that, but they shot 40% from three-point range. That's good. Really good. Add in the fact that Dwight Howard actually made his free throws and you have a team that scored a lot of points, really fast.

Then the "Magic" got to the finals and were not able to pull the rabbit out of the hat. They shot 43% from the field. This may not look that much worse than the percentage shot during the Cavs series, but consider this: Orlando shot an ungodly 62.5% in game three. They were shooting 75% at the half for crying out loud (and were only up by 5!). Take out this game and you find that they shot 38% from the field. They also only shot 33% from three-point range and shot much worse from the free throw line.

Why the difference? I'm sure there are plenty of theories: (1) better defense by the Lakers (I don't buy it - they did the same thing we did: double-down on Howard and give up the three); (2) Orlando was a better team than the Cavs (maybe; they did own us during the regular season, but I'm still not convinced. Consider that they did own the Lakers as well by winning 3 of the last 4 before the finals...); (3) Orlando had better coaching (ha! All I ever heard from Stan was "Play hard. Keep up the intensity. Stay focused. Play defense." I could coach like that. Any team interested in a coach next year? Law school's getting old.)

My theory: they were tree-ing. Numbers don't lie. They played well against the Cavs, but they were caught with their pants down in the finals. Or, I guess another way of putting it, the Magic got their branches clipped in the championship series.

What's the end result? There's always next year for a Cleveland sports fan.

Maybe next year.

On to Something?

We may be on to something here. I have never been a fan of the "cry it out" method; it just broke my heart to hear sweet girl just crying away. Lately, she's been a lot more fussy around nap time, really fighting to go to sleep during the day. Usually we rock her to sleep, but didn't like that we were getting her in a habit of being rocked to sleep. There would be a day when that would have to stop.

Yesterday afternoon, after rocking for like 15 minutes, Kaylynn hadn't fallen asleep (although very content just laying on me). I decided to lay her down and walk away, just to see what happened. She fell right asleep, like she does at night. So this morning, as usual, she starts to fight her nap. She was crying (but not screaming bloody murder!) so I layed her down in the crib, gave her soothie (pacifier), turned on her "go to sleep music thingy" (that needs new batteries), and walked out. As she's crying, I told myself that I'd give her 5 minutes and if she was still wailing, then I'd go back in there. Lo, and behold, she's asleep.

Maybe we are on to something here...

A Cute Girl Who Can Sit

A New First

Screaming bloody murder when sleepy. Like SCREAMING, tears streaming, losing breath, SCREAMING.

It's fun. :)

One Terd

It's official. I'm a terd.

Grades have finally (finally, finally, FINALLY!) been posted and I am officially one terd of the way through law school. Hard to believe that I've made it this far, but there's no time to reflect on that "accomplishment" because I still have another two terds to go.

Invariably, the question will come up: what grades did I get? Several people have asked me already and I'm sure that several more will. For now, you will have to be content with knowing that I passed my classes and that they are not kicking me out of school. Yet. That is, I have above a 2.0. Why the secret? Well, it's not really a secret. It's just something I don't care to disclose for several reasons:

1. The number's not static. As the start of this post mentions, I'm only one terd of the way through. This means that the figure will change. What good is it for me to tell people that I have a certain GPA when it is certain to change by the time I graduate (assuming I graduate)? I'd prefer to keep the figure to myself and let the people that care to know what it is when it is set in stone.

2. I'm a perfectionist. Actually, I'm not sure that's an accurate statement. But what I do know is that I like to be right. I like to have the answer to questions (ask my poor wife – I’m such a mule). And in my previous educational experiences, I had the correct answer more times than not. This educational experience has been slightly different. Some grades I've seen before; others I haven't. I feel that telling my GPA will elicit two responses. In the classes that I did well in (if any), I'd get the "see, I knew you'd be fine. This is just easy for you." (This is similar to the "I'm sure you'll be fine" comment you get before you take the exam.) Rest assured, this has not been easy. It would only serve to add pressure. In the classes I didn't do as well in, I'd get the "well, that's ok. You've got a lot going on right now." (This is similar to the "I'm sure you did fine" comment you get after you take the exam.) I don't want that. I know what my situation is and I don't need the excuse. It is what it is.

3. This is not a time for me to be competitive. Perhaps this, similar to 2. above, is just an excuse. But I don't need to be telling people the figure that is used to judge one’s ability to others. I'm not here to compete. I'm not here to impress. I'm here to graduate. I don't need to be getting caught up in the rat race and taking my focus away from my other obligations. Or, perhaps better stated, I don't need to be taking my focus away from my other obligations more than I already am.

So with that in mind, those that want to know will have to be content with knowing I am passing and that they are not going to kick me out (yet). This means two things. First, the graduation trip to Liechtenstein in early 2011 is still on. Woot woot! Second, I am officially one terd of the way there. I'm hoping to drop these other two terds as quickly as possible to lighten the load.

Happy Half Birthday!

Dear Kaylynn,

I had every intention of making you a t-shirt that said "1/2" on it, but I didn't get around to it. :( Sorry about that. To think that exactly 6 months ago you were born and exactly 6 months from now you will be 1 year old! Craziness!

Yesterday we did a guessing game to see how much you've grown since your 4 month appointment. They guesses were 16lbs and 26 inches...looks like we pretty much nailed it, as you are 16lbs 3 oz and 26 3/4 inches long. Dr. P said you are a very tall little girl. You've almost grown 3 inches in 2 months. Funnily enough, you still wear a size 0-3 month shoe. :)

To commemorate your half birthday, you had your 6 month appointment, went shopping with Mommy and Grams (Moore), took many naps, and tried your first fruits - bananas! As I type this, you are still rubbing your eyes. I'm guessing those shots took it out of you. Later this evening you are going to go eat at Benihana to celebrate your Daddy's 27th birthday with the Moores (and Grandpap Frink).

Some of your accomplishments include: log rolling across the floor, figuring out how to eat off a spoon, flipping pages in your board books, patting the animals, sitting up like a big girl with no support (for a small amount of time...it is getting longer and longer), and graduating to your big girl carseat. You reach out and grab whatever you want, usually my hair or necklace. Your hand-eye coordination is getting good, as you take your soothie out of your mouth, play with it, chew on it, and put it back in. Your grasp has gotten pretty good too, as you can pick up smaller things and hold them between your fingers.

Dr. P says you'll be crawling soon. It's crazy to think that 6 months from now you might be walking. We've moved up to wear 6-9 month sleepers...the 3-6 month ones were WAY too short. It's because you were growing like a weed (a good simile for all you readers out there.)

I'll post some pictures of you later, as we've got to run to go celebrate! Happy Half-Birthday Sweet child of ours.

Love,
Mommy

Summer!

Finally! Kaylynn and I have a lot of playing to do this summer. I'm working on some good toys for her, involving stacking systems, blocks, and balls - hopefully that crinkle. We're going to reinstate our weekly lunches downtown, work on our "crawling" position, try some new fruits and veggies, and take our very first family trip together to Portland, Oregon to visit Kyle & Jessi! Mr. Carter Timothy is due to "emerge" sometime in the next few days/week(s) and we cannot wait to get to meet him (and show off our sweet girl, of course!)

Unfortunately, my summer break is shorter than my maternity leave. :(

Cloth Diapering Info

You've guessed it. Me and my "hippy-go-free-free" self has switched over to the dark side and started using cloth diapers on Kaylynn. I really wanted to use them from the beginning, but due to a lot of peer pressure and Brian not being too sure, I just went with regular disposables (well not regular, but the hippy-fied versions). They worked fine. I hated throwing them away (did you know that it is ILLEGAL to throw away human waste, but we throw away diapers all the time.)

I decided to make a switch because the diapers just weren't fitting Kaylynn right anymore. I tried a couple of different brands and it just wasn't working right. I asked around, some of Mike and Donna's friends had good advice, researched a ton, and decided to just do a trial set for $10 from www.jilliansdrawers.com I figured I could try anything for $10. I tried, I liked. Now I have bought a ton of the BumGenius 3.0 diapers, and they go on just like a disposable. The only difference is I throw them in a different pail and wash them every couple of days. There is even LESS stink in Kaylynn's room than there was with the regular diaper can. Plus, they are so cute!

I'm sure you are thinking, "that's fine and all, but you still have to mess with poop." My response is this, how many of you have had explosive poop diapers with disposables? We had them ALL the time. Literally once a day, if not more. Since then...not once. I actually deal with poop less now. And that is just fine by me!

If you are curious for more information, check out The Simple Mom website. They've been doing a Q&A thing on it all week and have good information, that is easy to understand.

Food

I think Kaylynn has finally figured out what to do with the food on the spoon. It's taken a while, but being persistent pays off. She will now open her mouth to accept the food instead of plastering her tongue to the roof of her mouth and giving us that "Mommy this is awful" face. Today it even looked like she was chewing, not that there was anything to actually chew. She does spit a lot of it back out, but based on the spit up I saw tonight, she's definitely swallowing the food.

We began with rice cereal on Mother's Day, so right at 5 months. Since then, we've tried sweet potatoes, green beans, green peas, and zucchini. We have yellow squash pureed and frozen, just ready to eat. The best part is that the green beans, zucchini, and yellow squash were all home grown! Mom and Dad have a monster garden going on and we were lucky enough to get to enjoy a lot of their produce Memorial Day weekend.

I'm making all her food, which is a whole lot easier than I thought it would be. I was afraid that I'd start, then end up stopping because it got to be too much, but seriously, steaming and pureeing takes no time at all! It's comforting to know that nothing is going in her food that I didn't put in there. I've stuck with veggies so far, just because I've read that a lot of babies don't like many vegetables once they've tried the sweet fruits, so that's my logic. It might be wrong logic, but it's working fine for us. She's liked everything so far, now that she knows how to eat it. We got to the doctor next week, so we'll find out the specifics on more things we can try and exactly what to avoid (besides the obvious ones.)

Off the topic - tomorrow is the last day of school! I can't wait to spend all summer with my sweet girl!

Under Construction

Many of you blog readers don't know my little idiosyncrasies that make me slightly left of center (a little out of tune, if you will - can anyone name that song, "So I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune..."- love it!). One of them is my constant need to change things around (among other things....like an obsessive use of parentheses) My mom could tell you about the countless times that I had to rearrange my room growing up. If you've ever seen the movie "Because I Said So," think about Millie always rearranging - love that movie, too, perhaps because she is also a bit off.

Anywho, that was a long, drawn out way of saying that the vonFrinkenhagen site, much like my bathroom, will be under construction at some point in the very near future. I'm playing around with the software, as we speak (and as my sweet little nuggey is sleeping soundly in bed next to me.)

Perhaps I'll even rearrange my grown-up bedroom, just as soon as we get that tile laid.

Somewhere in the distance, from the depths of downtown, I think I just heard Brian groan, "ugh, she's moving things around again."

Oh, and the song was "You Get Me" by Michelle Branch.