Thursday, September 29, 2011

one lucky lady

I am one lucky lady. For many reasons. But one of the main ones is because I get to be married to this handsome guy:

That was us, the week of our one year wedding anniversary. It was the 4th of July, and we were on top of a mountain somewhere in Washington state. One of the most beautiful places I have ever been. Jase "gets" me. Now, I do NOT mean that he can read my mind, but it still freaks me out when he finishes my sentences or can tell what's going on before I say over the phone. I am so grateful to have him as a friend, companion, co-parent, and my personal IT-tech-help-line-guy.

Yesterday, I called him freaking out because my computer crashed, locked me out of the system, the screen was flashing, and making horrible noises. Usually when I call he asks me to turn my computer off and back on. So this time, I did that first. Ha! I knew this time it was for sure a goner. He calmly asked me to tell him everything that happened. I tried, during my slow panic attack, to explain. Then he asked me if I had anything sitting on any of the computer keys. THIS GUY. As I looked around my office for hidden cameras, I told him (once again) he was right.

He also owns my heart because I got this text from him yesterday: "You know you're married to a nursing mom when you strip the bed and find FOUR BURP CLOTHS!!! Not to mention 2 shirts a pair of glasses and a pack of diaper wipes :-)"

Unfortunately, he was not exaggerating at all.

It's so hard for me to put in to words how this man completes me. I know we argue and aren't perfect, but at the end of the day I can't close my eyes without my other half.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

number one: fashion

number one: fashion
number two: eat
number three: sleep

This girl is all about the fashion. You should see what she has packed in her suitcase for the beach. All she has in it are her beach hats, swimsuits, toys, and sunscreen. Girl is ready for the B-E-A-C-H

Friday, September 9, 2011

one week ago

One week ago, Frannie couldn't sit up by herself. Now she can go from sitting, to tummy, to "scootching" across the floor. She's not crawling... but if she spys something she wants, lets just say she figures out how to get it.

One week ago, Frannie was a happy little clam where ever she was. She now has a new awareness of "stranger danger" and when someone who is not-so-familiar tries to sneak one by her-- She is not having it.

One week ago, Frannie was pretty oblivious to the comings and goings of Mama and Daddy. Now if you walk by her and don't awknowledge her and/or pick her up. Well, let's just say (again) She. Is. Not. Having. It.

I'm not even going to get started on how solid foods are going, because you already know what I'm going to say. That's right- not having it. If she could talk she would say: "why are you trying to poison me?"

How can my sweet little seven month old already have such a big 'tude?

Yes. We are scared.