Friday, April 30, 2010
Then today I find this photo from the weekend. And he looks like a little boy. Not the small, delicate, "oh my God you're going to break" infant that we brought home from the hospital almost 17 months ago.
Life moves so fast. Enjoy the ride.
He's been lusting after her for weeks. Slowing down to stalk her as he drives to work. She flaunts her shiny red paint in a driveway just before the freeway entrance ramp. Finally, a for sale sign went up.
And from that moment, Rich has spoken of nothing but this truck. He's now researching her, some background checks. His father and I are encouraging him to play the field of classic cars before marrying this hussy but we'll see what happens . . .
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thankfully Tom and Mish roll with the punches. They not only brought everything to make our delicious philly cheese steak sandwiches (Cali style), they brought flowers to congratulate my sales award, cooked the dinner, cleaned up after dinner AND played with Chazzy.
Seriously. Where do these people come from? On Sunday, it felt like heaven. Thanks, Tom and Michelle.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Side note: My Mom gave him this shirt before he was born. I never thought he'd fit into it . . . and it fits him perfectly now, in all of his 26 pound glory.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Thanks, Papa Dickie, for the trike!
Charlie and Cook were all over that box of goodies tonight - they "helped" Rich put it together. I sat on the couch with a glass of wine like a good spectator.
dresser as long as I have memory.
I used to go in her room and rummage through her lotions on this mirrored plate. I'd spray her perfumes and check my hair in her bedroom vanity. She always had great lighting in her room. Ambient and soft.
As I got older and would come home to visit, I no longer rummaged and sprayed perfume. But instead, when I would talk to her about the big things, or just idle gossip, I'd stand at her dresser and mindlessly line up her lotion bottles on this plate while we chatted. I can still hear the sounds they would make.
And smell her perfume.
Tonight, I couldn't take it anymore. After 2 temper tantrums and a few cases of Charlie trespassing on the neighbor's lawn, I bought him his own b-ball hoop.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
He's fine. He does have pneumonia - so feel free to harass him and lecture him about working instead or resting like he should. But it's nothing more than that, we just spent a millisecond worried that it was.
But it's not. And I'm sorry if I scared everyone with my previous post.
But I still want to take that trip to Spain.
This photo is of me, wearing my honorary lei of beads after a long night of celebrating with my work folks. Otherwise known as "the best people on earth".
I'm lucky. And I work hard. And 2010 has been so radically different than 2009. And I'm grateful.
And tired. Goodnight, y'all.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
And hey, Rich, I want to book that trip to Spain.
Monday, April 19, 2010
capture the pile of towels in the shot or to even PhotoShop out the nicks in the cabinets. (Yes, I'm crazy. I'm aware.) But with Rich being sick last week. Charlie being sick. Me being tired. I mean lazy - and getting ready for this trip, I decided to take a few photos of what our home looks like when I'm 100% in charge of the upkeep. Please be warned, it's not pretty.
Aunt Janet, I'm so sorry. I'm embarrassed to show you the amount of dust on these blinds but it's somehow freeing to do so. I'm apologizing directly to you because I think open heart surgery could be performed on your bathroom floors they're so clean.
I actually put my shoes on my couch. Yup. Because I irrationally thought Cook would chew them. We've only had her 4 years and she's never chewed a single shoe. But in the rare event she might develop a shoe appetite, I put them on the couch. Instead of in the closet where they belong.
Charlie actually tripped over that pile of shoes trying to strangle himself with the cords to my dusty blinds. And that blue blanket on the red chair. That's to catch the dog hair. From the dog that isn't supposed to be on the furniture ever but lays on that damn chair all day while we're away. There's enough hair up there to knit 10 sweaters.
Don't even ask me about this corner of toy hell. And one dirty Michigan State sweatshirt. Ugh.
The bar in our kitchen has become the random catch-all for our junk, including Cook's dishes. Because if we leave them on the floor, Charlie eats her dog food. Which isn't a bad idea if I don't feel like cooking. I just think it's heavy in sodium so I put the dishes up. No idea why that big Tupperware dish is laying there.
Empty Gatorade bottles, Charlie's highchair tray, but thank God we have massive amounts of cheap wine. Because that's important. Right next to the spray cleaner I should use.
When I see the kitchen like this, I just quickly pour a glass of wine, make sure Charlie isn't pulling on the cord to the dusty blinds, and go read my old lady Redbook magazine. Right next to the shoes on my couch.
Which is better than the handful of rocks that he threw in the other day.