rock star in training

five things.

sweet husband came up with a little game for us to play this evening. he told me that he would come up with 5 characteristics about me that he wished he had, and i should do the same for him. he went first, and thought of a couple pretty quick and then struggled to come up with the rest. nice. I listed mine one after the other without hesitation and bragged "so there, i think i even listed 6 for you!" a big cheesy grin flashes across his face with that heart-melting dimple in plain sight on his left cheek, as satisfaction takes over he replies "oh, well i'm sorry you're so envious of me!" he is so. sassy. at least he walked away feeling good about himself. i, on the other hand will not be playing that silly game again!

whoops

last night i climb into bed just after midnight muttering to myself...

n: "i'm such a night owl and i always regret it in the morning"

g: (stirs in his sleep) "i'm an owl flying high in the sky and oh my! it's bright in here!"

n: "what are you talking about? and it's definitely dark."

g: (whispers) "shhhhhhhhhhhh! don't hear me!"

n: "you're insane"

g: "lets go to the casino" (followed by babble)

n: "good night love"

as i'm turning to lay on my side sweet husband uses both of his legs to get a death grip hold on my poor leg. i remain calm

n: "excuse me? what are you doing to my leg?"

g: (lets my leg free) "whoops".........(snoring)

...and that's just another example of how entertaining my husband is...even when he sleeps.

on the mend.

we are nearly over this terrible awful illness that effected each of us differently. for me, something tragic has happened. allow me to explain. there's no classy way to put this, the last thing i eat before i puke = eliminated from my diet for years. growing up i parted ways with cream cheese on bagels and dunkeroos for a fairly long period of time. well, on thursday night i went all out - betty crocker style and nailed the sprinkles strawberry cupcake recipe. it was perfection. i ate a. lot. probably more frosting than one should consume in a year let alone an evening. it was just so very delicious to my taste buds. i indulged. gregory was already infected with the vicious disease that took over our little family therefore making his buds dull to the taste and highly unable to share in my complete bliss. i enjoyed on his behalf. i woke up the next morning feeling the very same symptoms sweet husband felt earlier in the week. i knew a dreadful cold was creeping up on me. i had no appetite. later in the day, i felt the wrath of the flu. my beloved strawberry cupcakes being the last thing that i consumed.

what. a. shame.

i could look at this as a good thing. i'll definitely save money as in greg will save money. it's just that sprinkles and i had a love affair that only a handful of people understood and i feel like we just broke up. so there you have it. sprinkles and i are done. for the time being. sad face.

in the mix of this sickness junk sweet husband and i were about to take a sunday afternoon nap. he always ends up having socks on his feet, and i just happen to always have cold feet so i have to sweetly coax him into giving up his warm socks for these sunday naps. we were both completely beat so he told me i could only have his socks if i took them off his feet myself. i figured we should compromise, so i told him to lift his feet up so i could grab them without causing either one of us any serious strain. little did i know, gregory john is the most ungraceful human in tarnation and what a sight this must have been. as he struggled to lift his leg, and i struggled to grab his socks without losing the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me like a cocoon. i laughed and then got flustered. "greg!" just give me your foot! this shouldn't be so hard!" he struggles some more and responds with slight anger in his tone "well i'm not a freakin cirque du soleil!" we both burst out laughing at how tired and ridiculous we sounded getting so worked up over socks. it's silly moments like this, that i tuck away in my brain and keep forever. i am happy. even when i'm sick.

bye buddy, hope you find your dad!

this father's day was filled with stuffy noses, sore throats, and terrible coughs. all three of us. poor greg had a pretty uneventful and not so special father's day but he was a trooper, bless his heart. I plan to make it up to him in the days to come once my head isn't so foggy and pumped with drugs. my sweet emmy girl is one lucky gal to have a dad so patient, loving and kind. we are beyond happy to have him in our lives. happy father's day to him, to his dad and especially to my very own dad who i miss every single day, but EXTRA on days like today. love you all.

grandpa says: father's day edition

grandpa says the darndest things continues...

this one is special for father's day, which we will celebrate in just one short week.

patti was driving grandpa to get blood work done. she says to him "hey dad, father's day is coming up, is there anything you can think of that you'd like?" grandpa explodes with laughter. patti is confused. grandpa regains his composure and chuckles "father's day!" still confused, patti asks what's so funny about that? i don't get it dad!?!?" he continues laughing and explains to her "oh patti, you're funny! i'm not a priest!!!" she then shares in his laughter and tries to explain "no dad! father's day, like celebrating dads! dad's day!" grandpa pretends to follow "ohhhh dads. okay!" patti asks again "so what do you want for father's day?" grandpa doesn't take long to think it over and replies "well, i guess i want a sandwich!"

he's easy to please! never had a better day! :)

color blind.

a conversation with emmerson this evening...

em: "mommy! apples!"

me: "nope, those are oranges."

em: "ohhhhh. green!"

me: nope. oranges are orange."

em: "ohhhh. purple!"

me: ...............blank stare.

clearly we are still working on our colors....

so great.

I can't get enough of this little guy right now.

twenty

emmerson claire will be 20 months old at the end of this month. it's so bitter sweet to see her grow up. I love her little personality so very much! she is happy 98% of the time, but that doesn't make her easy. she has more energy than anyone i've ever met except maybe patti and so i am constantly on the go. she's a mommas girl, which i kinda like because i'm quite certain that i'm equally attached to her. she sings lots of songs and just learned to count to 10 like a champ. she takes a gym class and a ballet class, which she turns into more of a freestyle dance class. she is still as entertaining as ever. she sticks her finger up her nose and says "mommy! boogers!" and then a couple seconds later..."i got it" thanks greg. she can say just about anything and seems to have a really good understanding of everything except "no". go figure. selective memory for sure. she has a fiery little temper every now and then, like when she knows i have cupcakes, but make her wait to eat one. raging bull status. not cute. she's a little more shy than she ever used to be, and slighty more timid to do certain things so i don't fear for her safety nearly as much as i used to. she is really into fancy dresses, shoes, gloves and hats. i have a feeling that i wont be able to avoid the princess scene much longer. beckett is still her very best friend, but we've added cousin landon into the mix. she adores both of them. i'm truly cherishing the time i get to spend with this sweet little girl just her and i.

baby surfer

greg bought emmy a wetsuit last week and they headed straight for the ocean! she's getting some serious boogie board training first, and then we will give the longboard a go.

so proud to wear a "suit" like daddy's.

watching his every move.

getting used to the board

riding the little waves.