Confessions of a Blogaholic

What started on Friday to seem like a long, sad, lonely weekend filled with Riesling and Moscato turned out to be productive and therapeutic.

Terri came down Friday evening (Ry was with her dad this weekend), and after a trip to Wendy's, Lowes, and Tim Horton's for sugar/iced Capp liquid energy, we started painting the downstairs trim and doors in my house. They were this awful blonde color. Saturday, after at least 15 hours of work, 1 coat of primer, 2 coats of paint, many, many bruises, and sore and achy bodies, Terri and I completed the task. You'll have to see below for pics because this app doesn't let me insert throughout the post. Wish I had some befores, but you may be able to scroll back through my blog for those.

Nathan and I received our submitted paperwork today. We haven't been talking a lot recently, more out of a common desire to let hurt feelings pass before we try to be even acquaintances. Again, I can't stress enough how everything that is happening is for the best for everyone involved. Anyhow, as a condition of our dissolution, we have to attend a 4-hour seminar about parenting through a divorce. While I feel incredibly trashy having to give four hours of my life to something clearly intended for people with children older than 22 months, I just want to get it over with. Nathan and I are going together on the 14th, because I also feel less trashy going with someone.

Ry had a good weekend at her grandparents' house (his parents), and she came home happy. She's such a smart kid. Sometimes I can't figure out if she's really smart or really lucky. Like tonight, I pulled out some color flash cards for the first time. We went through a couple colors and she wasn't really getting it, then I held up the blue and asked her what color it was. She very clearly said blue. Again, smart? Or lucky?

Here's a pic of the white in the house and some recent pics of the little lady: