Smell the Onion

The Wylie family reunion has come and gone.  As always, it was
a jumble of Wylie fun, and as always, I came home pretty
exhausted.  You might think that saying “as always” would be
silly, as I have only been a Wylie for two years, and therefore, you
might assume that this was only my second reunion.  However, you
would be wrong.  This was, in fact, my fourth Wylie reunion. 
The first one I attended during the infamous (and poorly named) “just
friends” stage in our relationship.  The second I attended as the
intended of Mr. Tim Wylie, sans Tim Wylie (who was out galavanting all
over Europe and Africa).  Last year, of course, I was carting
around a Maya-belly, and this year, I was carting around a free
standing Maya.  (And by free standing, I mean independant of my
organs and body, not free standing in the sense that she can, in fact,
stand).  Anyhow.  Fun times.  I ate waaaaaaaaaay too
many M&Ms though.  Holy cow. 

Now, I’m back in dear ol Searcy, scrambling frantically to pack up
all of our earthly possessions so that we can truck them down to our
teeny tiny baton rougian apartment.  You’ve seen circus cars with
clowns in them…yeah, it’ll be like that.  We have less than 700
square feet.  BUT, it has forced us to (yay) get rid of some
stuff.  Woo-hoo for less stuff. 

In Maya news: she can wave now.  I’m fairly certain she doesn’t
know the actual meaning of waving, but if you wave at her she’ll wave
back.  Along those same lines, if you say “uh-oh” to her, she’ll
say “uh-oh” or “uh-ahh” or some other variation.  Cute, I say!

               
Maya in a
Boat                                    
Maya in a Box

Well.  It has been awhile since I have updated.  I am
completely out of the Xanga loop.  Two weeks in Baton Rouge were
lovely.  I like our apartment, and I like the area we live in
(Yay, super Target!) and I love the church.  We’ve already met
lots of cool people, and been to three different families houses and
other cool stuff.  Now, we’re back in Searcy, and I begin the
unpleasant task of selling or packing all of our stuff.  Without
my husband.  Blech.  Several important firsts in the life of
Miss Maya Wylie happened these past weeks.  Most noteable
were: 

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So my daughter decided that every forty five mintues was how often
she wanted to eat ALL night last night.  I took her swimming
Wednesday, and she seems to have developed a runny nose.  While
she presents no other symptoms, apparently the snotty nose makes her
cranky.   Did you know there’s a very distinct sound that
snot makes when being smeared all over a baby face with pudgy little
hands?  Kind of a sticky slimy sound.  Oh man.  I just
can’t wipe her nose often enough.  But even in this pathetic
state, she is still the cutest baby ever.  Today, she discovered
the best thing in the world: the Baton Rouge phonebook.  Oh
man.  It’s as big as she is, and she discovered the wonderful
ripping sound a page makes when you yank on it.  She’s almost to
“Hansen” now.  Baton Rouge residents rended lay all over our
floor. But dang, it makes her happy.  And I figure we’ll get a new
phone book when we hook up our landline.  (this one is the
one the nice apartment manager gave us when we went to look at our
apartment.  nice girl.  her name is Mindie.) 

In other news:

We met cool people at church last night. 

I love it here because it storms a lot. 

Tomorrow we get our apartment key. 

I have been making dinner in the crock pot all week.