Happy Anniversary Hubby. I Love You!

What a Goob! A Goob with absurd, unreal, beyond-handsome handsomesness...but a Goob none the less!

Here's a link to "our song". It's Billy Joel's You May Be Right and it really explains a lot about our relationship!:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxNOCl7S7lU&feature=fvst

I've been stranded in the combat zone,

I walked through Bedford Stuy alone,

Even rode my motorcycle in the rain.

And you told me not to drive,

But I made it home alive.

So you said that only proves that I'm insane.

You may be right,

I may be crazy.

But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for.

Turn out the light,

Don't try to save me.

You may be wrong for all I know,

But you may be right.

The Good Life

Things that make a Mama's heart swell:



Sweet Sisters



Daddy and His Boy



Daddy and His Girl


Squeaky Clean Sweetheart


Enjoying Each Other's Company

I sure do love these munchkins!

A Day Which Will Live In Infamy

Today is a day for the history books. It's importance is ranked somewhere between the day World War II ended and the day the Oreo cookie was invented.

Both Kenna and Randy ATE THEIR DINNER!!! Every. Single. Bite. This is such a monumental event in my household. Usually, I have to force every scoop of the fork. Each grain of rice or bite of chicken is a struggle, ordinarily ending with a tired and defeated Mama and two grumpy kids. Not tonight. Tonight I was hailed with the exclamations of two toddlers enjoying their meal. A meal, I might add, that did not originate in a box from our pantry or a bag pulled from out freezer only moments before being served at the table. Usually these are the only meals that the kids even put any effort into eating. It seems the longer the meal takes to make and the more pots, pans and utensils it takes to assemble, the less likely they are to even try a bite before discarding it and trying to leave the table.

Tonight I made stuffed mushrooms (a recipe from The Pioneer Woman), steamed broccoli (a fan fave), and chicken rolled with cream cheese and bacon, a recipe that I made up. It took a good hour and a half to make, as well as a fair number of pots and pans. The kids gobbled it up. Amidst the fervent chewing, sweet little Kenna looked at me with the sweetest little eyes and said: "This is amaaaazing! I never thought I would say that about dinner!"

I didn't either, Sweetie...

So, once again, I am no photographer...but here is a picture of said dinner. I'm thinking of putting a copy in their baby books next to the little locks of hair saved from their first haircuts.

I Feel The Love

A few examples of how much I am loved:

Kenna: Mom, when I get big, can I wear your clothes?
Me: Sure Sweetheart, but by the time you fit in my clothes you probably won't want to wear them anymore. And actually, by the time you are tall enough you will probably be too skinny to fit in them.
Kenna: I don't want to be skinny. I want to be just a little bit fat like you!

Randy: Mom, you have a big butt.
Me: Well, I have you to thank for that baby.
Randy: Why, was I in your butt instead of your belly when I was a baby?

While laying in bed, Hubby squeaks out a fart.
Me: It sounded like your butt just said goodnight.
Hubby: *another series of farts*
Me: Hey, now it said I love you!
Hubby: That's just me talkin' crap.

I feel like I have to add that I really am not the size of a hippo...Despite what my loving children may insinuate! I am, however, obviously insane, proven by the fact that I hear loving words in the reverberation of my husbands farts.