





Stella was 9 months old 11/28. At her appt, she weighed 17 lbs. 14 oz. and was 27" tall - 25th percentile for both. She is much more communicative these days and loves playing games. She is starting to take her hands off of objects more and stand for a few seconds. She still hasn't said da, da. My mom babysat her for a week while Cathy was on a mission trip to Costa Rica. Stella got sick during the week with croup. I stayed home with her the Monday after my mom left just to make sure she was okay. It was nice to hold her during her naps and play. We had to reschedule her 9 month pics to 12/10 b/c we didn't want her crying, snotty, and red-eyed for those.
Wed. was Joel and my 9-year dating anniversary. Most of you know, but Joel and I met in our first grade class. We didn't really hang out until the summer before our senior year of high school. We called ourselves officially dating 12/5/98 in the Normal West parking lot. The funny, yet awesome thing about this is that we've been together for more than 1/3 of our lives. We became adults together. This sounds corny, but I don't think we really know where one of us ends and one of us begins or who we are apart from each other, and I don't ever want to know that. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I am a better person having known Joel. His influence has made me less sinful and evil, because his character is amazing without even trying. I think God made him with more goodness than most. (Please don't have a theology debate on this) This is not to say that he doesn't get on my nerves at times, but he is my best friend and life partner. I praise God for that.
So, how did we celebrate you ask? Well, we went to Destihl, which we've been hearing SO much about from Joel's family. Let me declare with utmost honesty and no slant that it was one of the most unpleasant evenings I've had in a long, long time. Joel got there at 5:20pm, Stell and me at 5:30pm. We were not seated until 7pm, and I kid you not. We didn't leave til 8pm. Joel and I aren't rude, obnoxious, demanding people, but I kind of wish we were that night - I think they would've catered to that sooner. Once one of the owners, Trey, found out how long we had been waiting, he was apologizing, took us to our table, and told us that he was really sorry and would take care of everything. I had already decided that I hated Destihl, would be pissed off at them for at least 3 months, and potentially never come back. Too bad I stopped being really mad when I sat down. I wish I held a grudge! I told Joel that this better be the most amazing food I've ever had for it be to worth it. Stella was hungry and tired, and I was STARVING and tired from just sitting that I could've gone to sleep. I ordered a pizza, and let me tell you honestly that it was the worst, most boring, unexciting pizza I've ever had. It had no sauce, random blobs of goat cheese, a bunch of raw arugula, burnt portabellos, and random chicken apple sausage pieces. I am absolutely not a hard person to at least satisfy. Monical's Pizza even blows that pizza out of the water. The appetizer was good. The dessert was good. Joel's pizza was tasty. However, I would have been 1000 times happier having gone to pretty much any other establishment in BN (except complete nastiness such as Long John Silver's, Fazoli's, Boo Boo's Dawghouse, etc...) What a freaking let-down. Trey asked how our food was, and I told him politely. I thought he was great - we should hang out - but I'm still mad at Destihl for an undetermined amount of time and prefer Biaggi's to it any day of the week. Joel did get me Season 1 of The Office, and we had Champagne after I ran around town getting ingredients for French drinks for my 7th graders. Happy Anniversary to us.








This weekend, Stella signed "milk" and waved "bye-bye." She is all about the clapping now. When in doubt, she claps. She also had some light cheddar cheese this morning with an egg yolk and some smashed banana. She made some interesting faces. I'm going to the store after church today to get her some new things she hasn't had, but I've wanted her to try. Those are the breaks when Joel's in charge of getting the baby food. Here's my list of things I want her to try off the top of my head:





























So, I have never put so many hours into a shower before, and I've hosted and co-hosted a lot. Good thing I dropped my class or I never could have put as much time, thought, and effort into the shower as was necessary. Everything turned out great. As I get older, my standards for myself get higher and higher, and my perfectionism gets worse when it comes to anything that is a reflection of me. It's good I have Joel to try to keep some sort of rational boundary there. I think Carolyn and our guests had a good time, and she got a lot of useful, fun, and cute stuff, so it was a success. I was kind of relieved, tired, and yes, sick when it was all said and done. Carolyn is such a cute pregnant lady. She's already petite and then she has barely gained any weight, which obviously keeps you looking better. It's such an exciting time for her - going to birthing classes, getting the nursery ready, showers...How fun.







