walk it out

i call her a flamingo because she lifts her knees up so high when she walks.

Walk It Out from Greg Nielsen on Vimeo.

leftovers, anyone?

sweet husband has a problem. unfortunately i am fairly certain that there are no therapy or group sessions for said problem, as i am confident that unless you are homeless, or an animal of some kind, any normal human would not struggle with what i'm about to share with you...

sweet husband finds nothing wrong with eating leftover food ...from a complete stranger's plate at a restaurant. ummm....ew. examples include (but not limited to) killer pizza from mars...we walk in, walk up to order, spot a table not yet cleared with a couple slices of "perfectly fine" but potentially disease infested pizza...sweet husband makes his way over to the table, and consumes the pizza like it's no big deal!!!

well folks, despite my complete disgust, it didn't end there. salads...fries...you name it. it's to the point where if we walk into a restaurant, and i see a table with leftovers, i have to tell him NOT to touch it... and he usually looks disappointed. there are so many things wrong with this and although he is much better these days, i am glad i was around yesterday when he ran inside with excitment to tell me that a McDonalds bag just flew off of the roof of someone's car driving by, and he was going to rescue the goods off the street. i gave him the "you can't be serious, you disgusting pig" look and he quickly changed his mind, telling me that he just wanted to get the trash off the street. i made him pinky swear that he wouldn't eat ANY of it, and then i played spy and followed him out with the camera to ensure he kept his word.

what a good boy, cleaning up the trash.

haha i was spotted, and so he showed off a little...

i better check our cupboards to make sure none of those ketchup packets ended up in our house...

nothing good to eat....thank heavens.

i think he finally understands how passionate i am about germs and being sanitary. we can only hope, anyway.

baby beach bum

yesterday's sunshine and warmth made for a lovely beach day!!...so off to 20th street we went.

emmerson had to call the boy before we left to make sure he would be there...

there's something magical about seeing little toes touch the sand for the first time. she loved it.

ahh the sweet taste of summer in the middle of february...

confessions of a slob.

i've turned into a slob. i always said that i wanted to be a cute mom. with my hair done, make up on, cute clothes. well let me be the first to admit that i am a complete failure. *sigh*

i've never really been one to brush my hair...but now that i have thin stringy post pregnancy hair, that makes for a disaster on my head. fully.

make up is probably a once a week occasion...and the double chin that i grew since having a child doesn't help the whole face situation.

as for clothing...i tried to dress cute one day recently. a cute little dress, tights, boots...i tried real hard. i felt like a poser. is it sad/gross that somedays i try to wear light colored shirts so that the baby puke wont show up as much? sweatpants are my wardrobe heaven.

i feel better just talking about it. this is good therapy. time to make a change. operation cute.

starting tomorrow i'm going to make more of an effort to look more presentable. lets face it, when we feel cute, we are happier. i want that back.

i'll let you know how it goes...thanks for listening.

Our Sweet Girl

Emmerson Claire from Greg Nielsen on Vimeo.

i like free.

here's to denny's for providing sweet husband and i with free breakfast...

and here's to living in del mar where the majority of the population doesn't care about free things, therefore making the line minimal!

californians, you still have an hour...go get it!

addition

you all know these two...

...will soon be three!! i'm sooo excited to be an auntie!! can you tell? pretty sure that's all i've thought about in the last 12 hours! oh my oh my oh my. congratulations logan and michelle!

momma's little helper.

i cook...she smiles. pretty good trade off, if you ask me.

i guess he never got the memo.

looks like my previous post didn't make an impact on sweet husband...

see sleeping beauty curled up back there?

...i'm sensing a pattern forming here.