Nick's life has been busy and hectic, with school, work, retaking the GRE, studying and all that. And then me and Tristan have been sad homebodies. Our "getting out" is going to the grocery store maybe once a week. That's just the nature of being in school though, that's how it's been from day one. And I'm ok with it, I don't mind hanging out at home. Tristan and I have a lot of fun together, especially now that he is getting older and smarter. And he enjoys his playtime with Korra as well, who is doing fabulously. We gave her more room in her crate last night to reward her good behavior. We'll see how it lasts, last time we did that she had a few accidents.
What else have I been up to? Well, I try to cook different and interesting things to put on my cooking blog. I wrote a poem for a writing contest sponsored by Dole Salad, and if I win I get to hang out with Clinton from What Not To Wear in California! It's probably not going to happen, but Nick said it was a good poem, so I'll keep my fingers crossed. It was supposed to be about how salad inspires you, so my poem was about how I miss salad and wish I could eat it. It had to be done in less that 350 characters, so that was hard!
Tristan has been having a rough week. He started out kinda grumpy, then got a fever and diarrhea, which was lovely. On the bright side, he's been taking two naps a day, which means more time for me to get things done (and take a nap).
I guess the most exciting thing that has happened was yesterday while I was walking Korra, there was a vagrant looking man on a bike roaming our complex talking to himself. I thought it was a little creepy, so made Korra pee as fast as she could and went back upstairs and dead bolted the door. He was knocking on our neighbor's door (the one's who a little disgusting) when I first went out, but just the walking unsteadily and talking to himself made me think he was maybe intoxicated. About 10 minutes later, I looked out the front window and saw him standing in our parking garage smoking. So I texted Nick, and he said I should call the cops. So I did. They came and questioned him, and apparently he was there visiting his daughter, so they didn't do anything about it. It was still creepy, and I didn't go outside to walk Korra the rest of the day. Nick ended up talking to him later that day to get him to stop smoking in our parking garage, because it comes up into the apartments, and you aren't allowed to smoke on the property anyways.
I can't wait till we can leave crummy south Provo. It's just so dirty and rednecky, which is sad. You'd think it'd be nicer because of the university. But no, low cost housing attracts low people. Ulgh, I hate that, because what does that say about me? I'm just poor, I'm not nasty. I still take care of myself and my home, I take pride in where I live. And I take pride in myself, the people we live around seem to not care at all whether they are disgusting or not. So like I said, I'm excited to eventually leave when Nick gets accepted to a PhD program or gets a job. I can't wait to be around civilized hygienic people.
And that is our life right now. Pretty dang exciting right? Oh, wait, one more funny thing. My dad came to visit the other day and brought Tristan a new toy. It was a rocking horse, and we thought he would love it! He also brought a little Alaska puzzle, and Tristan played with that right away. The horse? Well, that was a little scary. We tried putting him on it, and he FLIPPED out, started screaming and trying to run away. It was sooooo funny. Haha, we think he thought it was alive or something. If you pressed the button on it's ear, it would neigh and wag its tail. He still won't go near it, so we're hoping with time and age he'll come around. Otherwise hopefully subsequent children will get use out of it. At least he loves the puzzle!
Play tent compliments of Auntie Becky
Making a mess
Being cute
Don't be fooled, he was throwing a tantrum
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