for the love of a good 4x6

dear scrapblog,

where have you been the last 7 years of my life? do I dare say that I just may start scrapbooking again?

love,
me

ps: the best part...I've only scratched the surface.

Elasta-Girl

Me. . . six weeks from my due date.

No where for this baby to go but out and out and out. And so my belly grows in size every day. I am sort of amazed at how my body accepts the challenge of growing a small being, size ?. I think it may be mocking me.

My body: "Bring it on! You have no idea to what extent I can stretch and expand."

Me: "No wait....I believe you! I believe you! "

Body by Baby

Summer Days Yet to Come

This Saturday we: took naps (mostly me), dug out swimsuits (for sure NOT me), ran in sprinklers, washed a few cars and drank root beer floats.

Summer can't come soon enough around here!

Eleven Years Ago

Eleven years ago I married this boy from some place called Pasco, Washington who rollerbladed like a pro, said he wanted to be a dentist, and who was refreshingly humble and entirely true to himself.

I made a good choice.

Happy Anniversary Rob.

I love you.

Where's the remote?

Monday Night
9:00pm- Rob and I looking frantically for the remote to the T.V. Kids in bed. Our only chance to sit and veg. We look everywhere. Nothing.

9:30pm- Rob and I go to bed. Pathetic. . .I know.

Tuesday Morning
7:ooam- I ask Brynn, "Have you seen the remote to the T.V.?"
She says, "No."

7:04am- I ask Brock, "Did you do something with the remote?"
He says, "No."

7:06am- I then ask Cole, "Cole. . .where is the remote to the T.V.?"
Cole says, "It's in the hole."

What??????

Cole says, "It's in the hole in the ground."

7:07am- Me running (I mean waddling fast) down stairs. I know exactly what he has done. He has taken the remote and thrown it down the vent in the floor.

7:13am- Rob is laying on the ground with his arm as far down the vent as it can possibly go. Nothing.

7:14am- Rob fashions a small raking device out of a broken yard tool to try and get the remote.

7:15am- We all breathe a sigh of relief as he has retrieved our beloved remote.

7:15am- Rob to Cole, "Cole if you ever do that again you will be in bad bad trouble."
Cole to Rob, "O.K. Dad. I'm sorry. No more in the hole."

Happy Mother's Day Mom

"All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."
-Abraham Lincoln-

I love you Mom!

Embarrassed to Admit

This weekend I put my kids to bed and sat down on the couch thinking I would curl up and read a book. Instead I turned on the TV and found myself watching the lamest movie ever made. And yet, I continued to watch it. I kept telling myself the reason why I was still watching it was because I couldn't quite reach the remote to change the channel.

The real reason: I was just glad to be doing something completely mindless.

What movie was it?

"Honey" with Jessica Alba

I know. . .it's embarrassing. Please don't judge me.

(If my husband would have been home it would have never happened.)

And please tell me you have done the same. You know, watched a movie fully aware that you would be officially dumber for having subjected yourself to it.

If so, please use this post as a forum in which to relieve yourself of your embarrassment.

You Done Good!

"Cole. Do you like your smoothie?"

No answer. Just a thumbs up.

I'll take it.

Who doesn't need a good thumbs up?

(Especially coming from a chubby, sticky two year old thumb.)