Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to J, the love of my life and a fabulous daddy to Evie Bea. Just in time for Father's Day, Daddy is all the rage at our house and Evie has started trying to play him (the fun guy) against me (the disciplinarian). Thus begins the era of Daddy's Girl and she will run to him first for a cuddle if she hurts herself. I am sad to see Mama Mania end, but the Daddy Delight couldn't happen to a better guy. J has been a super involved dad from the start and has been pouring love and attention into Evie nonstop for almost 2 years. It's about time she realized he's a super hero!

Here are just a few of the reasons J is my hero:
*he lets me sleep in when he can
*he cooks almost all of our dinners and many breakfasts and lunches when he's home
*he helps out around the house, mows the lawn and pays the bills
*he takes Evie out on errands and adventures on weekends so that I can get things done around the house without a toddler "helper"
*he is a playful and yet tender father to our baby girl
*he loves me more than I deserve
*he forgives my blunders and tolerates my idiosyncrasies
*he makes beer and wine (yum!)
*he single-handedly provides for our financial needs without complaint
*he is a God-fearing and Jesus following man
*he makes my heart race
*he is a gift from God to both me and Evie

We love you! Happy Father's Day!















Saturday, June 12, 2010

The portraits we DID order


What's the occasion, you ask? A new family portrait for our adoption profiles. We are getting closer to jumping back in the pool of waiting families.







The portraits we DIDN'T order...with captions

Who is that lady with the big camera?

I'm not looking at you
Get me out of here
So funny
I want to hug that bunny!
"Hopi" (hold it)
What?!
Lady, you are nuts.
Tickle!
Hop!
Evie is unhappy=no muscle tone
Cuddle
Why do I have to play with the toy NOW?

I'm done here

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Evie's Friends

This morning I woke to hear Evie (via the monitor) singing to herself. I walked in to find her surrounded by an audience of her friends, who were not in bed with her the night before!

My Shelfari Bookshelf

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