Tuesday, July 29, 2008 this is love...

You might remember me *slightly* fussing over the fact that Steve was going to play in the Championship Softball game ON OUR ANNIVERSARY.
This should be punishable somehow.

I did my fair share of pouting and moaning about the injustice of it all.

I can't say this was the most romantic anniversary either.

I learned something about my marriage and myself in the midst of my little pitty party.

I love love love my husband (well, I already knew that)
But what I really mean, is that I love to see him really happy.
I love to see him doing something that is such a part of who he is...
that seeing his joy, brings me sheer happiness.

Watching him make those "clutch" plays makes my heart pitter patter.
The fact that he tries to play like he is still in high school makes me want to don his Letterman's jacket.
Dang, he's just so darn cute.
And...who can resist the eye black. Come on ladies.

I'm not going to pretend that this was something I would EVER chose to do on my Anniversary.
(I can think of maaaaany other things)

But it confirmed to me that wherever he is, I want to be there also.
Whatever he loves, I want to love as well.
What he wants to dream about, I want to dream about too.
This is not to suggest that I am some foggy-headed "little wifey."
This IS to suggest that I am that grounded "little wifey" who is still enamored with her husband.
That he still gives me butterflies.
And that I still feel so blessed that he picked me.

The last out of the game was a pop fly to short that he caught.
After shaking hands with the other team, Steve ran over to me in the stands to give me the game winning ball.
Be still my beating heart.
Now THAT is an anniversary present.

Congratulations Steve. So proud of your win tonight.
You are MY champion.

Monday, July 28, 2008

7...and I'm in Heaven

Happy 7th Anniversary my dear! I love you.

Today Steve and I celebrate 7 years of marriage! Woooo hooooo!

I couldn't be prouder to be your wife.

This morning I woke up to the number 7 taped all over the house in "treasure hunt" mode.

Steve, you are so creative.

I love when you do that over any fancy dinner.

The time and effort that you put in to making me feel loved is tripled when it comes from your heart and not your pocketbook.

Thank you for taking your time and making my heart feel delighted.

Here's to 700 more.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

I'm back in 3rd Grade

I've been tagged. Now I'm gonna tag you...

But first, the rules.

1. link back to the person who tagged you. (Jimaie)

2. post these rules on your blog.

3. share six unimportant things about yourself.

4. tag people at the end of your entry.

Here goes: (I'm having a hard time doing this because my left eye won't stop dripping and my sinuses are giving me the worst headache. Blast. You know this means I'm sick. Not fair.)

1. My feet stopped growing in the 6th grade. I am still a size 5 1/2 (closer to a good 6 now after having children). I had a pair of shoes from the 4th grade (penny loafers) that I had all the way into college. It was so hard to retire them. They were from Stride Rite. And yes, they had real pennies in them. I joke you not.

2. I love to clean people's feet and toenails. I don't know if I could do it for a living. I like to pick at things in general. It probably should not be psycho-analyzed. I just like clean toes. This is not to say that mine always are, just that I really like them clean. So, if you see me with grown out polish, or funk in general, don't judge me....*wink*

3. I love the smell of a new package of diapers. Notice how I said "new." There is nothing magical for me about a soiled one.

4. I have very vivid dreams. So vivid that I question if it really happened sometimes. I also have re-occurring dreams about snakes and spiders. That should probably be analyzed. ;)

5. I sleep better when I go to bed with a clean kitchen. It's a proven fact.

6. I can no longer drink a glass of wine. ( i can hear McMommy gasping right now ). I turn all red in the cheeks and chest and feel like my face is on fire. This happens after just a few sips. I'm a lightweight. It's so sad. I have a picture to prove it. I hear it's called Alcohol Flush?
Alright, lets run around the playground just a bit...tag! You're it!

1. Sara (Lloyd's in La La Land) my darling sister-in-law

2. Amanda (The Lebda's) mama of little Coop and all around amazing gal.

3. Joanna (Kurtz Family) mama of one and another on the way any day!

4. Sarah (We are Wyatt) super sheik mama of two

5. Hayley (Ferguson Four) my good friend and mama of two!

Let's see what you girls have got!

Friday, July 25, 2008

Cool Uncle Max

We all have to have at least ONE cool uncle.

Macy happens to have 3 at the present time. All three are super cool in their own right.
Uncle Max is uber cool though.

Macy's birthday present from him was a day on the lake. I told you he was uber cool.
Hey Max, my birthday is in March, remember? Maybe the lake is a bit cold then, but I'm just sayin.People, she is only 3. I know. I already know.

A little sand action.

Didn't the guy from Miami Vice wear those glasses?
Who ever thought they would be back in style??

Driving? Driving? And without a life jacket? You are kidding me.
Oh wait, they are beached. I can breathe again.

Thanks Uncle Max for a rockin' birthday gift.
(Next time, don't forget the sunscreen. She resembles Sebastian.)

hAppY biRtHdaY mAcY!!!

( thanks Opa for the ONLY blue ring pop at the snack bar. It took two baths and 2 tooth brushings to remove the blue. Don't do that again. )
My little girl is 3. Where has the time gone?

She helped to make her own birthday cake.
As I was in the bathroom getting ready, just minutes before we were supposed to leave to go to her party, she came in with chocolate fingers.
I wondered where it came from.
In her sweetest "princess" voice, she informed me that her birthday cake tasted delicious.
I lost it.
Thank goodness for our local cake maker. Jeanette saved the day with another cake.
I did make "dirt cake" for all the kiddos with "flower" lollies. I was pretty proud.

We had her party at Pump it UP! Ahhhhh-mazing. Reasons to have a party at Pump it UP!
They set up.
They clean up.
(I should stop right there...cuz that's the most important)
I didn't have to clean my own house.
The kids get to play like crazy and burn all their energy.
My kid loves it.
Her grandma loves it.
Pump it UP! rocks my socks.

I wish I had a better picture of my lollies. Emily would be so proud of me. They were so purdy. And they tasted pretty fabu too.
(sorry about the scary red eyes, I forgot to fix before I imported)

Happy birthday Lu Lu.

I am so proud to be your mommy, even though you eat the cake before your party and you know better.

I love to watch you grow smarter and more beautiful each day as you learn about the world around you, even though that means I have to plan activities to hold your attention.

I love to hear your questions in your quest to find truth and understanding, even though I would probably pay a pretty penny not to hear the word, "why?" every once in a while.

I stand in awe of your imagination that is so vibrant and full, even though you are obsessed with being a princess every day and you clippity-clop around the kitchen until it sounds like a full drum band is living in our house.

I admire your tenacity, even though you put up a battle every time it's time to go to bed.

I covet your tenderness. There is no "even though" to that. I love this about you. Please, give mommy lovies for the rest of your life. There is never too much, only too little.

You are my bright little star and I cannot believe you are 3. You simply amaze me.

Love you darling.

lookie what i got!!!

Thanks McMommy for having a blog giveaway!! How cool is my loot?!?! I love love love my personalized paper and notecards! I wish I looked that cute pushing my stroller. ;)

We liked it!

We tested out the winner from my Monday Meals contest. We really liked it. We added more sauce though. It was a little dry.

Loyal Fans

Monday night is Steve's weekly softball games. We haven't made it out to watch Daddy play in all the games this year, but when we do, we sure have a great time!! They play in the championship game this Monday (OUR ANNIVERSARY) *stink*
Wish him luck!

Rip. Off.

This is $12.00 Cotton Candy. I kid you not. Do the Ringling Brothers put crack in their cotton candy? Seriously. This is just wrong. Steve took Macy for a day at the circus with our friends the Wyatts. He said that around every turn is a stand selling this sugar concoction. That's all the kids can think about from the moment they enter the building. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Oh, and it comes with some lame hat apparently. What kind of mark-up is that exactly? Can anyone say, "Rip. Off." ??????

Friday, July 18, 2008

I should be banned...

...from attending ANY wedding.

This has nothing to do with the fact that I may or may not be hormonal from just having had a baby. Nope. Nothing to do with that at all.
The reason I know this is because this ALWAYS happens to me, even before having children.

I'm a sap. Overemotional. Over-analytical. Hyper-sensitive. You get the idea.

We attended a wedding this evening for my sister-in-law's brother in-law. (Did I lose you on that one?) I have never met the bride. I distantly know the groom. That doesn't matter. I am a sap.

Here's how it usually plays out.

I sit somewhere where I can see the bride pretty well when she walks in. I sit where I can see the groom's face as he watches his bride enter the room. I'm gonna cry already. Geez. I sit somewhere where I can hear the father say, "Her mother and I." I set myself up. Why? Cuz I'm a sucker for sappy stuff. Lame. I know, I really do this to myself.

I usually start with the tears before the bride even starts down the aisle. I'm thinking about what her father must be thinking. I'm thinking about what her mother must be thinking. I simply absorb the pride and emotion coming from what must be the happiest and most emotionally confusing time for a parent. And there, it's done. I try to pretend like I must just have allergies. I completely avoid making eye contact with anyone. This is my story.

Tonight was a little different. Tonight, Macy wanted to be able to get a good look at the bride, so she and Daddy sat in the seat closest to the aisle (my normal spot) about 5-6 rows ahead of me. I sat in the very back corner holding Zach, just in case he got a case of "man gas" or decided to test out his lungs. I thought that was a pretty good decision. Spice up my "normal" routine so that I wouldn't "lose it."

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Beyond wrong. Is it possible to be more emotional? Yes. I proved it. I didn't sob, I'm not one of those. I just have the big alligator tears that roll down my cheeks and I have to bite my bottom lip because of the shimmy shimmy shakes. Lame. I know. (You are all laughing at me...shame on you. This is me pouring out my soul) wink.

Tonight a feeling I have never felt before rushed through my body as the ceremony began. It started as I saw my husband put his arm around my little girl. Okay, getting choked up. Stop it. I will get through this post. Geez. Anyways, he puts his arm around her, and all I can think is "Oh my gosh, this could be us someday." This could be my daughter's wedding. And then I start thinking about how Steve will feel walking his baby girl down the aisle! How I will feel watching them. Will I have composure? Probably not. I don't want to be one of those mom's that sobs like crazy at their daughter's wedding. Then, I realize, this could be Zach's wedding too. How will I feel watching him watch his bride walk down the aisle? Will he get choked up seeing her? Will he beam with joy? Wow. It really is very overwhelming for me.

My babies will grow up someday. Hopefully, they will find someone wonderful to share their lives with. Someone that completes them and brings them more joy than they had before. I really do want that for my children. But, can I make it through the ceremony??? I sometimes barely know the people getting married and you'd think I was the "ex" sorry to see them marry someone else or something! It's ridiculous.

So, tonight I'm gonna hug my kiddos a little longer. Remind them again how adored they are by daddy and me. Pray a little harder that they meet a Godly mate. Give some extra smooches, and try to enjoy our time instead of worrying about if the dishes are done. And, in the morning, I'll flip through the yellow pages and find a good shrink to get me prepared for that day. It's gonna take some work. (Just kidding.)

(Here's the funny thing...I didn't cry at my OWN wedding.) Someone must have slipped me a Valium or something. bwahahaa.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


I haven't actually tried this, but have to now because the last batch of towels I did had too long of a siesta in my washing machine.
Gross. Gag. Ewwww.
Hate that smell.
Anyways, I'm gonna try a few of these tricks.

I will try this method first.

The Vinegar Method

  1. Put your towels in the washing machine, using the hottest water available. Add one or two cups of white vinegar. Do not add detergent, fabric softener, or any other products at this time. Run the washer.
  2. Leave the towels in the washer and wash the same load again just as you would normally with laundry soap. Again, use the hottest water available. Don't use fabric softener or any other products.
  3. Dry the load in the dryer using a high heat setting. Towels should be thoroughly dry when you pull them out. If they're not dry, put them back in, or move them immediately outside and hang them in the sunlight.
Wish me luck!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

W is for Wonderful Wyatts!

Steve's best friend (and our best man) MAX did us an amazing favor and took pictures of our little Zach (and the rest of the family for that matter) for his upcoming announcements.
Why is it with your second child, everything takes twice as long? When Macy was born I was like super-duper fast and had her announcements out in like 2 weeks, announcement in the paper, and part of her scrapbook was done.

Poor little Zach! I haven't even written in his journal about his birth, let alone work on his scrapbook. Yikes. I have some catching up to do!!!!

I thought I would show off Max's mad photographic skills and take a moment to publicly thank him for helping me get these finished.

While I'm at it, I should probably thank the Fergusons too because I have never done Photoshop before and they have helped me out with my new addiction to Photoshop. I offer them my extreme gratitude for giving helpful criticism and putting up with my never-ending plethora of questions.

Heck, while I'm in the mood of giving thanks, I should probably give a shout out to my dad for fixing our water pump issues when we thought we were out of water, and for his general help ALL the time, pretty much whenever we ask. Does anyone else out there have handy dads? My dad rocks, by the way. ( I bet he's reading this right now blushing ) But really, he rocks my socks. Do me a favor and stop by his blog and look at all the crazy stuff he has for sale at ScavengerLand. That would make his day. Anyone want to buy a petrified cat? Bwhahahaa.

Oh, and how could I forget Kristen. Kristen just awarded me with a "must see blog" award. That made me feel uber special. I have never given out awards. Well, sorta. I tried to do a "Cheeky Chef" award, but nobody wanted to play with me. If I did give out awards, I would totally give one to her, and McMommy too. I love love love love love their blogs, and what's even better, they leave me comments on my blog. And. I. Love. Comments. So, here's to you Kristen and McMommy. My friends have asked if we really know each other...nope...just bloggy friends. HOWEVER, I do believe we are kindred spirits in Bloggywood. Maybe I should use my newfound Photoshop skills to create an award for being kindred spirits. Um, like maybe after I catch up on some of Zach's stuff. What a concept.

Well, I'm off. To do laundry. Dishes. Maybe even a journal entry to Zach. Enjoy the pics.

Friday, July 11, 2008

F is for Fergusons and FUN!

Ahh how we love the Ferguson's.

We had such a fun time watching the kiddos play and
meeting new people at their annual get-together.

Thanks for including us in your FUN!





Wednesday, July 9, 2008

That darn cord!

Finally. finally. fInaLly! That stinking cord came off. Geez louise.
Here is a pic of the first "real" bath.

What do you do with a Scurvy Pirate?

Today Macy and I decided to do a project while our little man had a case of the hiccups.

You take two paper plates and decorate them to your heart's content.
Lightly glue the inside. Then staple around all the edges.

Pour in dried beans. staple shut.

And dance....



Then, you have a parade around your kitchen where you dress up as silly as can be and sing, "What do you do with a scurvy pirate?!"

Monday, July 7, 2008

Monday Meals II

Alright loyal bloggers. Time for Monday Meals again. A lot of you had some great comments last week...I hope that you will post more recipes this week! (Make sure you check out last week's winner (Leslie) scroll down to see her recipe).
Is this your week to win?
Happy cooking!

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Gone Fishin'

Today was a beautiful and restful day in Shaver.

I taught my little girl how to cast her line. sorta.
It's been a while since I went fishing.
Uncle Max got her this "snazee" Barbie Fishing Rod.
She thinks it's the bee's knees.

Bubble Gum Ice Cream.
I forgot how much I like it.

We found fantastic dandelions to make some wishes.
What a wonderful end to a wonderful day.