Monday, December 31, 2007
Ornaments
Saturday, December 29, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE!
I love that he is crazy, even though sometimes it drives me crazy.
I love that when I met him there wasn't a "girly" thing about him and now I watch him do the best ponytails ever, explain to his mom exactly what High School Musical is and who is in it, and even play Barbies.
I love that he never gets mad at me over things that I would come un-glued over...like denting the car for example.
I love how much he is respected at work. Dave is not a "bossy boss" and everyone loves him so much. He does everything he can for his people to get "exposure" to those above, even if it puts him in the shadow a bit. He puts in extra time so a lady who works for him could go home to India for the holidays; he has helped another lady battle cancer, divorce and still trying to hang on to her job. He is never flamboyant, and as a result it has gained him respect that I am amazed by every time I meet someone he works with.
I love that when he cleans out his closet he carefully makes a pile for the five boys across the street of anything "cool." Then I love that he gets excited when he sees them wearing them (which is all the time!)
I love the way he loves me and our kids.
I love the way he makes breakfast when we are camping.
I love that he makes the bed every day.
I love that he knows so much about everything. He can talk to anyone, in any position and make them feel completely comfortable.
I love that when I don't understand something (usually history, investing or politics) and he can explain it so that I understand it.
I love that he trusts me with all the finances and never questions or second-guesses my decisions.
I love that he works hard so I don't have to and I can be home to raise my kids.
I married my best friend, and I am so blessed to have found him.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
More December Fun
Thursday, December 20, 2007
'Twas the Night...
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Random December Happenings
Saturday, December 08, 2007
First Lost Tooth!
We also had some really good discussions on the life of the Tooth Fairy. Amelia said to me in the car that night, "Mom, I think I finally decided what I want to be when I grow up....I want to be the Tooth Fairy." Then she asked me how she gets small to become a fairy because the Tooth Fairy that came to her preschool was the size of a mom. Then she asked me if the Tooth Fairy was friends with Santa and the Easter Bunny. Then she asked me if the Tooth Fairy had a mom and dad.
THEN she said to me after a long, thoughtful silence, "Mom, I think I know why the Tooth Fairy doesn't live in the North Pole." "Why's that?" I asked. "Because the Tooth Fairy's castle is made of teeth and it would blend in too much with the snow."
I'm sure she's right.