choking hazard

we ate lunch at a mexican restaurant today. i ordered rolled tacos and i'm normally pretty fond of them. as i took my first nibble i found this place to be no exception. delish. that was until i was viciously attacked by a tooth pick. i'm not even kidding, i nearly lost a hangy ball. i was in complete shock as i retrieved the wooden spike from the back of my throat. i showed my table mates and they too, shared feelings of concern. greg's mom was not happy. she spoke up immediately. "um excuse me! she just had a tooth pick lodged in her rolled taco! is that normal?" the lady working at the counter responds "uhh no, just uhhhh..." and then she makes a kind of "pull it out" motion with her hand. yep. just pull it out says the kind worker lady. just pull it out?!?! has she lost her mind? there was no "i'm so sorry, we will give you free food. no "i'm sorry i'll go get my manager" no "i'm sorry, here's a check for $100,000" what the heck kind of business are these people running? and then my husband went up to get a drink refill and she tried to charge us for it!!! greg's mom was not going to have that. don't you worry, we definitely walked away with a free refill out of the deal, but what a joke. ummm, don't eat at Chitos in escondido. you might die. and you wont even get a free drink refill.

tick tock on the clock

I've been wearing my new watch for exactly a month now, and it was recently brought to my attention that the time is not correct. so there you have it, secret's out. i suck at telling time. thank heavens for digital clocks because i would be lost in life or at least really late without them. i guess i shouldn't lead you to believe that i am a complete time telling failure. i did indeed attend the second grade and i can figure out what time it is eventually, i just feel strongly that if minutes are going to pass me by as i struggle to determine the time of day, it makes more sense in my brain to locate the nearest digital clock or just ask someone else. if ever my watch is set to the correct time, you better believe that i most definitely hold my wrist up for the nearest human's eyeballs to see and ask them to figure it out. that, in most cases calls for an explanation on my part and when there are clear-as-day numbers involved i can surely see why one would find my weakness slightly absurd/amusing but good golly, some clocks and watches are designed with lines and even dots and sometimes only four of them without a single number in sight!! are you kidding me? i don't even stand a chance with foolishness like that. in my life, my watch is purely for looks and in most cases my cell phone provides me with the time of day and i make do just fine.

tickled and twittered

why is it that when i put a delish sandwich together made with love for my sweet gal, she doesn't want anything to do with it, yet when i put all of the contents of that very same sandwich separately on her tray, she is tickled pink? mind boggling.

my sweet husband now compares everything that is good, to bob. yes, sweet bob. the cat. he says that emmy is just like bob in every way. pleasing to the the eyes, loves food and attention, doesn't like to cuddle, a real crowd pleaser. i personally don't like my little girl being compared to a beast, but my husband gets slightly offended when i don't take his "kind" words as a compliment to our child.

last night i was tickling gregory's arm as we watched television. i asked "hows that feel?" his response? "like sweet bob nuzzling against my ankles with no shoes on."

...if you ask me, he has an unhealthy relationship with that feline.

oh, so about twitter...i tweet now. you should follow me and i'll follow you. xoNikkiNielsen is the name.

thanks loves!

oops, i did it again.

cheese grated my knuckle off that is. me and the cheese grater are officially done. there's a reason why cheese comes already shredded in a package and it's not just for the lazy, it's also for people who can only wish that they still had knuckle skin in tact. unfortunately, i found this out the hard way.

months ago, i forced sweet husband to get rid of the massive closet he once received from a client. a couple of weeks ago, i forced him to part with the man chair. we are now trying desperately to get rid of the dinosaur of a television in our living room, any takers? it's free! we might even pay you at this point. and once that happens, i might just finally be content with our furniture for the time being. Mmm, contentment is so wonderful, yet ever so rare in my life. i need more of that.

recently, i told gregory that he was my sweet love boat. we come up with new names for each other daily. maybe even hourly. in return, and without hesitation he told me i was his cruise ship. i didn't get it/got slightly offended that he chose such a large ship to describe me he then went into further detail explaining as if he'd thought about me as a cruise ship already before and i should be following his logic, that a cruise ship has everything he could ever want or need. his brain is indeed different from anyone else i've ever known and i never know what will come out of his mouth. i like that. as i was laughing at how sure he was of his comparison of me and a cruise ship, he asks if this will appear on my blog. yep, i think he secretly likes being featured!

rain rain go away

in beautiful san diego, april showers brings may...... gray.

we needed some cute pictures of all three of us for the walls in our little home. thanks ash! we love them!

three.

i'll start this monday post off with a picture of emmerson because she's pretty cute and she sure makes my mondays a hell of a lot better, why not share the joy?

and i wouldn't be able to sleep soundly for another night without giving sweet husband major points for our anniversary getaway. emmerson woke us up early in the morning on our special day. she was chattering away in her crib. sweet husband gave me a sweet little snuggle and was the first to say "happy anniversary!" he had to work for a small portion of the morning, and i was going to drop emmy off with michelle until nana could pick her up for their sleepover. when i got back, gregory was already home. as i got closer to our front door, i saw a small note taped to it. on it was a sweet little message. i already felt loved. i walked inside to find yellow flowers, see's chocolate that he handpicked including all of my very favorites, and a gold nixon watch. what a gem of a lover i have! we packed our bags and took off for downtown where we booked a room at the sheridan on harbor island. we got settled in, and headed out to walk around the shops. we ate at an indian restaurant for dinner (i have an obsession with curry lately) and then we went to the padres game. we left a little early and hit up ghirardellis to share a milkshake before making our way back to the hotel. we had a lovely denny's breakfast the next morning, and then enjoyed the pool for a couple of hours. we picked up a few cupcakes on our way to the beach to meet up with greg's parents and emmy, where we spent the remainder of the day. it was perfection and i feel like the luckiest wife alive!

here's to a great three years!

the hunt

on saturday, we got a bunch of little ones together for easter activities!

dying eggs

hula hooping

the cute little lineup

unleashing the little beasts

the search is on

enjoying their finds

probably should have stuck to the white ones.

loving easter.

mm hmm.

first off, a special shout out to facebook for the anniversary reminder i received days in advance. forgetting after only three years would have been terrible!...but seriously, a reminder? for the day i was married? really?

we had a sleepover at the nielsens place for easter over the weekend. grandpa of course was there, and so i have a couple of stories to share. actually...this first one happened a few weeks back and i failed to mention it.

are you familiar with those bracelet/ hologram things that people wear with pride and claim that it takes all of their aches/pain/weakness/stress/unhappiness away? perhaps not, but several individuals in the family have bought into that craziness sweet husband included and find joy in trying to prove it's power through simple balance and strength tests. greg's uncle expressed his skepticism and so the bracelet wearers in the family had him stand up so they could perform their mind blowing tricks of the brain tests on him. grandpa watched in horror as they pushed on his arms, spun him around, had him try to balance their weight among other silly things. he shook his head in disapproval and stated "i don't know, this is looking pretty gay!" that, coming from grandpa, make us all burst out in laughter!

on easter evening we, as a family, were discussing our many special talents. that sounds vain, but when i say special, i mean special. magic tricks that rarely work right, gleaking as in squirts of saliva exiting the mouth on command...and yes, you guessed it. that is of course gregory john's speciality, dance moves never before seen in public unless of course you've spent time with michelle, and many other unique qualities that we'd be more than happy to share if you want to come hangout with us sometime! greg's dad was performing one of his famous magic tricks. we were all seated to watch, grandpa included. chuck needed a penny for his trick. grandpa claimed he had pennies coming out of his ears and handed chuck two. we waited for him to get set up. and waited and waited and waited...as time passed, grandpa grew slightly confused as to why he was seated and what he was watching. finally, chuck was ready. he got us all fired up with anticipation. we were on the edge of our seats annnnnd, magic trick fail. this happened a few more times. grandpa grew bored, and maybe a little bit annoyed. he shook his head, as he stood up to leave. "i want my 2 cents back!"

grandpa found his ipod over the weekend. yes, grandpa has an ipod. he nearly sprinted out of his room in excitement to show us his find. ear buds in ear, he starts swaying back and forth to what i assume was the music blaring. he nods his head and smiles with his eyebrows high. i gave him a nod and smile of approval in return. he continues swaying noticing my lack of dancing and asks if i can hear the music. i shake my head no and his dance moves come to an abrupt stop. "no?" he asks at an insanely high volume. i'm assuming the music is fairly loud in his head. "no", i explain. "only you can hear the music from the ear buds. it doesn't play for everyone to hear" my attempt to explain the situation was useless when dealing with a partially deaf man with music at maximum volume blasting into his brain. he removed a bud. "you really can't hear this music? naahhhh, you're just fooling me. you can hear it! right?" the blank look on my face indicated otherwise, but he just thought it was ridiculous that i could not hear this wonderfully loud music that he continued to dance to and ignored me. i then noticed that he had the wall charger plugged into his ipod and the part that would normally plug into the wall was just in his hand. he noticed my curious glances at the object in his hand and explained "isn't this just great! i'm so glad i found this! and look! it's charging right now as we speak!" that's when i could no longer contain my laughter and i needed backup to help explain things to dear old grandpa. i hope patti was able to get through to him.

and with that, i'd like to leave you with well wishes received from a sweet asian waitress to patti at her birthday dinner last year. words i now live by and you should too!

insert your best asian accent now "i wish for you...more money, more happy and more sexy"

have a lovely week!

the twenty sixth of april

celebrating three years.

happy anniversary lover boy!

losing sleep....and marbles.

gregory and emmy were playing in the little one's room. i heard lots of squeals and laughter. that was coming from greg of course, but emmy was pretty wound up too. they were having a grand ol time. then i hear sweet husband say "no no emmy! that's mommy's garter!" *insert sounds of car tires on asphalt coming to a hault. i pause, in confusion. mommy's garter?? what on earth is he talking about? not only did he flick my garter to some random single fellow on our wedding night, but i'm almost 100% certain that i don't leave extra garters hanging around our little girls' room, but then again, i wouldn't put it passed me. i peek my head around the corner and into the hallway just in time to have a small lace object flicked at my face.

it was a baby headband. close.

i diagnosed myself with having an ulcer today, which would explain the icy hot sensation i've been feeling in my midsection for the duration of the day. i've been losing sleep the past few nights stressing about unnecessary details of life, and my stress induced teeth grinding problem is taking a real toll on my jaw. i feel like i need to do something different, but i can't quite pinpoint exactly what. aside from changing my diet. i hear cadbury creme eggs aren't all that compatible with ulcers. but i did of course diagnose myself, which isn't all that accurate, so until i receive a second opinion, the creme egg diet remains, solely to help keep my spirits up.

i'm pretty sure that i'm losing my marbles and i really don't love that feeling. i like all of my marbles. and i really can't afford to lose any.