Tuesday, October 23, 2012

23 Reasons Why I Love You

Happy Anniversary to me! Okay, to us-- I guess if you want to get technical. But at this point Mark is just an extension of me right?

It's been two years. The kind of years that seem long because so much has happened, but have also seemed to FLY by. I wanted to come up with a clever post on why I love my husband and something about the two years we've been married, but for some reason, "2 reasons why I love my husband" just didn't seem very heartfelt. So instead I'll do 23 reasons I love my husband, in honor of the 23rd day of October we were wed.
Photo Credit Mark Amelse

Mark, (just some of) the reasons why I love you:

1. You kill spiders for me. These are in no particular order, but if they were, this still may on top.

2. You contributed to the creation of this little nugget. Who also happens to be celebrating his 2 year conception anniversary.
Our favorite little nugget.
Photo credit Kayla at Full Bloom Photo
3. Your favorite meals are Henry's favorite meals, which makes my life easy. For example the other day for lunch I asked if you'd like a PB&J and Mac & Cheese (what I was making for Henry.) "Sure," you replied. Then you saw me pull the Mac & Cheese out of the fridge... "Leftover Mac & Cheese?! Even better!" was your response. And you were serious.

4. You're handsome. I can't wait to grow old with you.

5. You're ridiculously handy. Which is super convenient to have around.

6. Every morning, you never forgets to kiss me goodbye.
Spring Break 2008, a favorite picture of mine
7. You go with me to Ikea, and are totally patient. Then you come home and put everything together for me.

8. You can make me laugh and smile, even when I'm not in the mood to.

9. You can make our son laugh.

10. You're a great Daddy. And you're way better at animal and vehicle noises than I am.

11. We love the same TV shows. Or at least you tolerate mine :)

12. I love our history together, South Padre, camping, Catalina and everything in between.

13. I love the story of the first time we said I love you.
The night of our first I love you. Camping at Brown County.
14. You can change your own oil.

15. I love how you always say "I love you," before you hang up the phone.

16. I love hearing you talk to Henry, King and Sparty.

17. I love how you proposed.
California Trip, days after our engagement
18. I love that you challenge me to be more adventurous and try new things like scuba diving.

19. You give the best hugs.

20. You are adorably nostalgic about so many things: food, movies, anything that reminds you of being little.

21. You get along with and love my family.

22. You love to fish. And I love that you'll be there to teach my children to fish.

23. I love how you love me.

Happy 2 years babe. Here's to many, many more.

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Henry goes to the Doctor

Today was Henry's 15 month appointment. And it was the first time that he really seemed to know what was going to happen at the end of the visit (shots!) From the second I set him on the table to undress him for the scale he got all squirmy, and wrapped his little Popeye arms around my neck, and wouldn't put his feet down. It would have been adorable if it weren't so heartbreaking.

His stats by the way:

Weight: 93 percentile
Height: 76 percentile
Head: 89 percentile

And at the moment, I tend to take these as a personal accomplishment. For example if we were grading, his weight is clearly an "A." And I take full responsibility for getting his head measurement from the 30th percentile when he was first born to the hefty 89th percentile we are at now. But I was totally okay with that small measurement in the beginning. If you want any measurement to be small at the beginning, that's the one-- they come out head first you know!

Here's a picture that sums up the visit well I think:

He's all, "Mom, I totally know what's going on here, and I am not happy about it."

It broke my heart to hold him down for the FOUR needles he got stuck with today, poor little nugget. So, naturally I rewarded my brave little bear with ice cream afterward, and it was like nothing traumatic ever happened.



And yes okay, I had some of the ice cream. Mommies need a reward when their babies get shots too, ya know.

And in case you have any interest in watching a baby feed himself ice cream:

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

The ABCs of Motherhood

Here's my list... what's on yours?

Ask questions. This will spark conversations early, and should pay off when he's a young adult.

Be attentive. That's a little person there, and you are his world.

Cover those boy parts on diaper changes. Or don't and learn the hard way (in which case you want to make sure your mouth is closed)

Dance. Your baby will learn early and you'll have a dancing partner for life.

Energy. You'll need it. I recommend Dunkin' Donuts.

Find a good park. I recommend that it's fenced in, that way you can relax at least a little bit.

Google and Grandmas. You can answer any child-related question between the two.

Hand sanitizer is key.

If all is quiet, grab your camera and go find your child. There is sure to be a mess that will (someday) seem hilarious.

Just pretend like you know what you're doing. You'll catch on quickly.

Kiss their cheeks as often as you can. They may try to run away, in which case you need to catch them, tickle them and kiss them some more.

Laugh often. This child learns from you.

Make them laugh. Baby giggles are particularly entertaining.

Never wake a sleeping baby. He may look uncomfortable, but touch him and he may never sleep again.

Own a dog. He'll have a pal for life and it makes meal-time clean up a lot easier.

Play with him. Legos, puzzles, or spin until you fall. Whatever it is, play along!

Quiet time. During nap time, take at least 20 minutes of "me time" doing something you enjoy.

Read to him everyday. A love of reading will take him on all sorts of adventures.

Smile often.

Tell them you love them at least twenty times a day.

Understanding. Remember, you were a kid who drew on the walls once too.

Value their opinion. Sometimes even toddlers can see things clearer than adults.

Words are a window to their world, so use words that you want your children to use and stay positive!

X-ray vision. You automatically gain this when you become a Mom. Great for seeing what mischief they are getting into in their room.

You'll never pee alone again.

Zoom, zoom. Brush up on your animal and vehicle sounds. Dads usually come in handy here.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Add it to the list of things I thought I'd never say

You just can't imagine all the things your kids will do... and get into. Unless you have kids, of course. In which case you'll find yourself saying things that you never imagined saying. For example (and these were all before about 9 AM this morning...)

1. "Let's not put our mouth on the diaper genie. Yuck, yuck."

2. "I love you, but I'm not giving you a kiss until we wipe off your face. Please stop putting the dog food in your mouth."

3. "Are you harboring a stinky in that diaper?"

4. "Hank, it's pretty hard for me to blog like this. (see picture)


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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Sitting in a tree

Dear Henry,

Let's be clear: I was your official first kiss, just minutes after you were born. And I promise to remind you of that often when you are older at all the most inappropriate moments.

And of course you've had about a million other kisses in your lifetime: daddy, the dogs, grandparents, aunts, etc. There have even been a few with your cousin, though I promise to keep that a secret, and I definitely won't tell the whole internet.

But most of them, you needed a little prodding. Do you want to give her a kiss, Henry? How about a smoochie, Hank? And then you lean in with your adorable little "kiss" face.

And these aren't what one would consider a "real" first kiss because relatives don't count.

But I thought you'd like to know the story of your first official kiss.

It occurred on October 5, 2012 at around noon. Some would call the following event foreshadowing. I'll have to keep you posted on that.

We went to this place called the Treehouse. It's sort of like Discovery Zone (even though that was way before your time,) where everything is made of foam. There are a bunch of over/under obstacles, rope bridges and a gazillion children who clearly ate bowlfuls of sugar for breakfast and lunch that day. Super fun from a kid's perspective. A semi-nightmare in the eyes of a parent.

Anyways, you are still a little small to go in the big kid section by yourself. So I went with you. Up and through the obstacles to get to the slide and down. Again and again.

And that's where it happened.

We came through a yellow and green rope tunnel and there was a little girl who was probably a little older than two.

"Hi," she said to you.
"Hi," you said back.
"This is Henry," I told her.
"Hi Henry," she said. She may have also batted her eyelashes. But it could have been my imagination.

An adorable, innocent conversation between toddlers. You were smiling at each other, and since she seemed harmless, I turned around to help the little girl we came with get through an obstacle.

I turned back around and there you were: lip locked with this little brunette.

"Henry!" I exclaimed, a little shocked.

You pulled away and you both grinned. She giggled.

No one encouraged that kiss, you both just went for it. And to be clear you both had leaned in. You totally met halfway.

Just two little love birds sitting in a tree.

We didn't catch that little brunette's name, and we didn't see her again after that (oh, the one that got away...)

I just thought you'd like to know.

Love,
Mommy

P.S. You aren't allowed in tree houses with girls until you are married.

Monday, October 8, 2012

I waited 22 years...

I had the opportunity to give a little speech at my brother's rehearsal dinner last weekend, and I thought I'd post something similar here... just to make it official.

Sometime after my brother, Ian and Jen started dating, Jen was getting ready to meet the whole family. She met my youngest brother, David first and asked him, "What should I do to make sure I get the approval from your parents?"

David replied:

"My Mom will like you, she likes pretty much everyone. My Dad is a little tougher: don't say "like" a lot, don't wear ripped jeans, don't chew gum and wear a belt."

Jen probably had a moment where she thought, this should be a piece of cake.

David continued:

"Really you have to worry about my sister. She's more picky about the girls we date."

And he's absolutely right. I am very picky about the girls my brother date.

After this was brought to my attention, I thought to myself... why? Why do I care so much about the girls my brothers date? And I came up with two reasons:

1. I want my brothers to be happy. And since I've known them for as long as they've known themselves, I obviously know what-- and who-- is best for them. Of course being the oldest, I'm also naturally smarter, so I know them better than they know themselves which makes it easier for me to know whats best for them.

2. The second reason is a little more complicated. It all goes back to November 1990. My parents went to the hospital and told me they'd be back with my little brother or little sister. I specifically asked for a sister. But I must not have made this request loud enough because they came back with David. Another little brother.

Don't get me wrong, I had a great experience growing up with my brothers and I totally made the best of it. David (the poor guy) certainly had his share of drag shows as a kid, as I attempted to treat him like the sister I never had.

But I never had that sister. Someone to share clothes with, trade gossip, play dolls...

Which is the second reason why I am so picky about the girls my brothers date-- these are potential sister candidates. And I have to leave this choice up to the discretion of my brothers, so OF COURSE I am going to put my two cents in.

Long story short, I owe Ian a huge, huge thank you for picking me out a perfect sister. She may not have officially arrived until September 29, 2012, but she was totally worth the wait. And I had an absolutely fantastic time last weekend at their wedding.

Welcome to the family, Jen! When should I bring my Barbies over?