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Adorable or Horrible? I stumbled across this excellent beanie on Etsy. In my glee I sent the link to many people, desiring to share the fantasticness with the world. Imagine my surprise when some people were very put off, even creeped out, by my discovery! So what do you think? When I put one of these on my baby will you think it is adorable or horrible?

Are You Worthy?

Sorting Seriously. The Gryffindors are noble and brave hero folk. Syltherins are probably evil, but at least they are smart and driven. Ravenclaws are the thoughtful artsy types. Then there are Hufflepuffs who are hard-working, aka the peasants. That's where they put all the kids who are probably squibs.

Pioneer Day Cake Yesterday was Pioneer Day in Utah (ok, Sunday was Pioneer Day, but that is the Sabbath so we celebrated on Monday instead). It is a state holiday to commemorate the original founders of the state. If you wanted to appreciate pioneers you might get dysentery and then spend the day walking barefoot in the desert for miles and miles hauling all of your possessions in a rickety wooden wagon, then finish it up by eating a meager helping of gruel cooked over a fire of burning ox poop; but in Utah we just have a flags in our front yards, barbecues, and fireworks. This is great, because first of all we don't have to hunt for ox-poos, and second of all it is basically a second fourth of July! I am glad about that because I stumbled across the idea for this cake on July 5th and I didn't want to wait a whole year to make it. You need two white cake mixes. Dye one of the rounds red, one blue, and leave one white (You will have an extra round, you can dye that whatever col...

Good Baby This is the door at work. It is one of those doors with a bar that depresses when it is unlocked, and pops out when it is locked. It gets locked every day at 5:00 when everyone goes home. I always press on the door to open it, not on the bar. This isn't a problem if I leave before it is locked. The problem is after five, when it is locked. Everyone else in the office is able to remember it is locked and leave without incident. But not me. Well, this was the case until I became pregnant. Good job Baby.

I Hate it When this Happens P.s. This is a way worse problem when your awesome idea came to you in your sleep, because it usually looks like this:

Dreams Dreams are really weird. There are also a lot of "facts" about dreams, floating around on the internet, that are also really weird. For example, "they" postulate that fetuses spend 80% of their sleeping time having dreams, and that their dreams consist mostly of sounds. Yeah right Napoleon, like anyone can even know that. I can't blame babies for spending their time dreaming. I always imagined they were having a blast swimming in a big bubble, but they are actually kind of squished up in the dark without access to Netflix, so they probably get super bored. But how in the heck can people pretend to know what they are dreaming about? "They" also say that you can't read in your dreams and that some people only dream in black and white. I can read and see in color in my dreams so I am skeptical about either one of these being true. Many people are also adamant that all the people in your dreams are real people that you have seen at some point in...

Scary I was talking with a friend about things that freaked us out when we were little. It's pretty funny to think about how things have changed. For example, when I was a kid I was pretty much convinced that our house had been built on top of a witch's castle. Her castle connected to our house by two portals: Consequently, I never stood next to my bed. This required a running leap to get on the bed, and a big jump to get off of it. I also never stayed near the toilet while it was flushing, since that opened the hatch between me and the little beasts the witch kept as pets. (The witch was too big to fit through the toilet.) My mom even let me put a clove of garlic under my bed in case any vampires came to visit the witch. Now, I am mostly afraid of the dust, crusty old socks, papers, tissues or whatever else is hoarded under my bed. Then, I was afraid of the 32% chance that giant killer tomatoes and invisible sharks were real. If they were real I knew I was 100% doomed. Now...