So, I am working on what I think is THE funniest post ever. If, when I post it, you don't at least laugh a little, you obviously don't know me very well, and we should probably re-evaluate our friendship.
Since it's so funny, and so fantastic, it's taking me a while. Have no fear! In the meantime, I'll post a tidbit about this little sweet pea of mine since she really is coming into her own person.
This ah-dorable love bug of mine loves:
§ Her grandpa. Still. A lot. Maybe even a little more than she loves me.
§ Ice cream. (Grandpa is the one who feeds her this most, maybe that's why she's so fond of him)
§ Apple juice. (Already trained my kid to drink from a sippy cup. Yes!)
§ The Country Music Awards? She never holds that still for anything
§ Patty-cake
§ Peek-a-boo with her burp cloths
§ Holding her own bottle (More like tossing it around)
§ Long drives up to grandma greats with mom, listening to Paramore
§ Bananas. Num, num, num!
§ Pulling hair
§ Giving mom a bath. Really, this should be the other way around.
§ Giving wet, slobbery kisses. Disclaimer: This usually includes tongue
And she just can't help but be so cute and loveable!
Also, thank you, thank you, thank you! to whoever blessed me with the greatest daughter ever. I don't know how I did it, but my advice to expecting moms is lots of diet coke, grilled steak salads from Cafe Rio, sleepless nights, and back pain. That seems to be a pretty cocktail for producing a perfect mini-you.
8.17.2011
8.15.2011
Future Hubby Application
So... basically- I got tired of settling. Being the smart and witty person I am, I've created this little 'application' for any potential hubby suitors. I thought of requirements and traits of my "perfect" someone, and trust me, he doesn't exist. Therefore, this is impossible to pass, which means I can avoid settling down. ever. And now this lovely information is being handed out along with a short disclaimer about myself and the way I feel about men to any of them in the future here.
Purpose: Save them the heart ache.
[ ] Must {love} kids. No exceptions.
Note: If you did not check this box, please don't continue.
[ ] Must not smoke.
[ ] Must be a hard worker.
[ ] Must be at least 6'1.
[ ] Must be funny. Then again, it's not too hard to make me laugh.
[ ] Must have a good job- preferably a lawyer or doctor (anesthesioligist would be great) or a firefighter.
Please list other occupation here if none of the above apply to you. I will take these into
consideration. Other: ___________________________________________
[ ] Must play some sort of musical instrument OR own a motorcycle.
[ ] Must think I'm outrageously funny. Because, lets face it, I am.
[ ] Must accept my dorkiness.
[ ] Must be able to grill as well, if not better, than the current man in my life: My father.
*He grills a mean steak boys.
[ ] Must be fluent in sarcasm.
[ ] Must kill ALL spiders. Or any bug for that matter.
[ ] No pets. Except for my beta fish named Morris, and maybe a pet chicken named Izzy.
[ ] No trying to change my mind about ^this^ requirement either.
[ ] Must do the dishes after I cook delicious meals.
[ ] Must accept the fact that I can't golf, dance, or do math.
[ ] Must give me a constant case of those dang butterflies.
[ ] Must be willing to go on crazy escapades and adventures!
[ ] Must send me periodic cute texts throughout the day that I can't help but break out in smile.
[ ] Must sweep me off my feet.
*No exceptions.
[ ]Must have the cutest nickname for me. Ever.
Nickname: _______________________________________
[ ] Must be fluent in a foreign language OR take me to lots of exotic places frequently.
[ ] Must use correct grammar at ALL times.
*This is a deal breaker, guys.
[ ] Must love me unconditionally and put up with my stubborness, independent-ness and self-reliant-ness.
[ ] 10 extra points just for making it all the way to this point even though you know this was impossible to pass.
Purpose: Save them the heart ache.
[ ] Must {love} kids. No exceptions.
Note: If you did not check this box, please don't continue.
[ ] Must not smoke.
[ ] Must be a hard worker.
[ ] Must be at least 6'1.
[ ] Must be funny. Then again, it's not too hard to make me laugh.
[ ] Must have a good job- preferably a lawyer or doctor (anesthesioligist would be great) or a firefighter.
Please list other occupation here if none of the above apply to you. I will take these into
consideration. Other: ___________________________________________
[ ] Must play some sort of musical instrument OR own a motorcycle.
[ ] Must think I'm outrageously funny. Because, lets face it, I am.
[ ] Must accept my dorkiness.
[ ] Must be able to grill as well, if not better, than the current man in my life: My father.
*He grills a mean steak boys.
[ ] Must be fluent in sarcasm.
[ ] Must kill ALL spiders. Or any bug for that matter.
[ ] No pets. Except for my beta fish named Morris, and maybe a pet chicken named Izzy.
[ ] No trying to change my mind about ^this^ requirement either.
[ ] Must do the dishes after I cook delicious meals.
[ ] 100% support my obsession with Kyle Beckerman.
[ ] Must be an avid game player.
*I don't mean those dumb video games either.
[ ] Must accept the fact that I can't golf, dance, or do math.
[ ] Must give me a constant case of those dang butterflies.
[ ] Must be willing to go on crazy escapades and adventures!
[ ] Must send me periodic cute texts throughout the day that I can't help but break out in smile.
[ ] Must sweep me off my feet.
*No exceptions.
[ ]Must have the cutest nickname for me. Ever.
Nickname: _______________________________________
[ ] Must be fluent in a foreign language OR take me to lots of exotic places frequently.
[ ] Must use correct grammar at ALL times.
*This is a deal breaker, guys.
[ ] Must love me unconditionally and put up with my stubborness, independent-ness and self-reliant-ness.
[ ] 10 extra points just for making it all the way to this point even though you know this was impossible to pass.
8.14.2011
I'm obsessed... with this little love bug!
I could just eat her, she's honestly that delicious. Far more perfect than I could have asked for and definitely more than I deserve. You really never know love until you're a parent. It is lifes greatest blessing.
8.13.2011
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