Where's My Easy Button?

Oh yeah, that's right. It doesn't exist.
And for the record, I think my mind has been around the middle school mentallity (or the inmate mentally from Blake...which is pretty much the same thing) and I almost changed this post title...hopefully your mind didn't immediately go to the gutter when you saw the title :)

Anywho...we've been homeowner's for approximately 72 hours and already it's crazy. Brooke was sick throwing up Thursday, we closed on the house Friday afternoon, we stayed up late Friday night taking down wall paper in one of the bedrooms (thankfully the only place with wallpaper...what a chore!) and then mid-painting Saturday Blake and I both stopped in mid-paint roll and got sick (thanks Brooke!) and spent the rest of the weekend trying to rest while Brooke ran around the house, wondering why we weren't in the mood to play. It was only a 24-hr bug so by Sunday night we were ready for another week. Here's some pictures of our work in progress
When we went to the house on Friday and opened the door it was awesome to see it empty. Finally it felt like it belonged to us. The previous owners left us this cute note and sparkling cider to celebrate.
I forgot to take a "before" picture but here is the fruit of our labors: the wallpaper is gone!

Saturday, before the sickness kicked in, we tackled the dining room. Goodbye red wall!!Next project on the list: the soccer room is going to undergo a pink transformation:
Brooke has been a really good sport about all of this. She's been watching movies in the living room:
And following Blake all over the house. She thinks the sound of his drill is funny & when she hears it she takes that as her calling card to run and find him.
She's been so good, in fact, that when the people down the street were having a yard sale, I couldn't resist buying this toy for Brooke. She loves it & it was fun for Blake and I to see her playing the backyard of our new home.
And speaking of Brooke. She is now the big 2-1 (months that is) old. It seems like she has turned into a little girl, full of personality, over night. She now sits at the table like a big girl

Here, she's getting a lick of jam off an empty plate
She can even get her own stool out and brush her teeth. Which is actually more of a curse than a blessing. Now she can use her stool to get into all sorts of mischief.

One night I tied her blankie around her shoulders like a cape and everytime it came undone Brooke would get upset until I retied it.
Well, it's 8:30, Brooke is in bed and after I do the dishes there is a bowl of icecream and an episode of the OC calling my name (Did you know that Jasper and Rosalie from Twilight both had roles on this show? Just thought you should know)