I freaking love Valentines Day.
There are a lot of naysayers out there, (including my otherwise uber awesome husband who only tolerates the “holiday” because it makes me so happy) but here, in our house, B and I are breaking out the glitter, chocolate and extra kisses. At least until he is old enough to be too cool for Mom.
Who doesn’t want another day to celebrate the ones we love?
Eat a chocolate heart, call your mother, buy a stranger’s coffee, write a letter to our troops, celebrate an olympian’s victory or make a donation to your favorite charity. It’s not hard to spread love, you just have to step up and do it.
Oh and if you’re looking for a Valentine, the Potato has a message for you…
Yes, I’m completely aware that he’ll be hating me in 15+ years when I display this EVERY. SINGLE. FEBRUARY.
Deal with it kid. You can’t disown your Mother (even if she is a walking craft closet).
Speaking of, here are some of the ways we’re including a little VDay love into our routine:
A heart made of Puffs, horrifically addictive Dove Chocolates, A small heart shaped pillow, wonderful valentines from family and friends.
B’s Valentine gifts from Mama and Dado, some new board books, his favorite.
Can we get a whoop whoop for the dollar section at Target?
Valentine’s Nails, Essie Style, My Favorite!
The Valentines B made for his cousins. They’re not old enough for coffee, but they are old enough for hot coco. What kid doesn’t feel super cool with their own Starbucks card?
In case you were wondering, our romantic Valentines plans include an evening in with homemade pizza and delicious beer.
There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
If I sit and shake can I eat my cake?
I love New Years Day. I love the Rose Parade. I love having my husband home. I love hanging out in my pajamas. It’s just freaking awesome.
But Five Years ago something made New Year’s Day extra special. My Addie Boo.
After having Lexus, our Yorkshire Terrier, for four years Ryan was ready for a big “man” dog. Someone to run outside with, play frisbee, be majestic. You know, a guy’s best friend. Not some fluffy lap dog.
ha. ha. ha.
So Ryan found Addie. Born on a cold, cold New Year’s Day on a farm in Southern Utah. She was perfect. A farm dog – she’d love to run and play. An Australian Shepard – she’d be a BIG dog (at least by our standards) with a gorgeous long flowing coat.
So we waited until she was old enough to join our little family. Friends of ours were driving up to Utah to pick up her sister, so they offered to bring Addie back too. When we got to their house to pick up our new furry bundle she was all ready running around the yard … she had her nose into EVERYTHING. Perfect! A real outdoor dog!
And then we brought her home. And she cried. And she cried. And she cried.
My poor Boo was so sad, and so lonely. She wasn’t interested in us at all. She hated her crate. She wanted her Momma. Now that I’m a Mom it breaks my heart to think of Baby Boo… all alone with these strange people.
At night we tried treats in her crate, otherwise known as her “house”. We gave her a heated beanbag to feel like there was something to cuddle with, we added extra blankets, toys, etc. After three LONG nights of crying Boo and frustrated Ryan I did what any reasonable person would do. Since we have a strict no puppy on the bed policy, I pulled her crate right up against my side and slept with my fingers stuck through the door of her house. She FINALLY slept. The crying stopped.
I should have realized it then. This sweet, sweet girl is a lot of things, but she’s definitely not a “manly” dog. She’s petite, less than half the weight of what a normal Australian Shepard typically is. She has a short working class coat, bye bye majestic beast. She LOVES to cuddle with you on your lap and genuinely believes she fits. She’s timid, easily scared and super jumpy.
But she’s also incredibly loyal (have you seen her with her tiny human?!). She’s LOUD, no one is sneaking up on this house. Addie is so smart and was by far the easiest dog we’ve ever had to train. She LOVES to run, fetch, and jump. And above all else she brings us so much joy by being her perfectly sensitive self.
No, I didn’t let her eat the whole thing.
Eventually I was able to sleep with my arm back on the bed. Addie grew out of her crate and now sleeps on a dog bed/”pillow” on the other side of our room. But every night at bedtime she comes to my side of the bed. I’ll scratch her head, she licks my fingers then heads back to her pillow to sleep. My girl just loves to be loved.
So Happy 5th Birthday Addie Boo. Thank you for being the sweetest ever. We love you.
Talk about a life changing year… It’s been 12 months since we announced B was on the way. Our little potato has undoubtedly changed our lives, making us happier and sleepier than we ever imagined possible.
So while we may not be spending NYE on the Las Vegas Strip, I’m not passing up the opportunity for a little end of the year cheer. Bring on the beer mugs and confetti! I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be when 2014 arrives.
We had just enough time left for a quick game of “Where’s your nose?” and some pre bedtime cuddles before B hit the sack.
Once our little spud was tucked in tight, the Husband and I shared a homemade pizza and craft beer while watching an old Steve Jobs interview. Biggest Nerds Ever? Possibly. Motivating? Definitely. Although motivated to change the world, we weren’t motivated to stay up past eleven. For the first time, I gladly missed the ball dropping for an extra hour of sleep.
And that’s a wrap 2013! Thanks for being our best year yet. We can’t wait to see what 2014 holds!
The inevitable has happened. B isn’t even six months old and my house has been completely overrun with toys.
I’m not sure who is more pleased by this, my husband or my son.
I’d been anticipating this day for a while. I’ve had to prep my type A, everything in it’s place, self for the onslaught of Baby Einstein and Fisher Price germs. They’re everywhere, and no matter how many times I pick them up they just keep coming back.
So therefore, for 2014, while I still have a teeny bit of control over the appearance of my living room, I’m implementing Take Back the Floor. A one woman quest against infant/toddler toy mania.
Operation Take Back the Floor allows one, ONE toy filled storage vessel (ottoman, crate, or in our case basket) and one, ONE major toy (walker, jumper, etc.) to be in the living room at a time. That’s it folks. One and One. Done.
If it doesn’t fit in the basket or isn’t your one major toy it’s going in your room kid. That’s right, Momma’s on a mission.
You’re lucky. I love you a lot, so I bought a really big basket.
What do you say? Mother’s unite?
Love the basket? They were buy one get one free at Cost Plus World Market on Black Friday! Almost worth braving the crazy for.
From reading our vows by candlelight to changing diapers in the glow of the wipe warmer, so many things have changed. Yet I still wake up every single morning and consider myself the luckiest person to have such an amazing spouse. No joke, that man is my best friend and I think about how much I love him every. single. day.
Being with him is my favorite thing and if I can keep on doing that I’ll be living a very happy life.
*Images by Studio ATG
Happy Anniversary Love.
Tell us how you like your veggies. Better yet, how do you get your kids, nieces/nephews, spouses, or loved ones to eat their veggies?
Personally, I never pass up a veggie with butter & parm. Does that the defeat the purpose? Meh.
You’d think being in Southern California I would spend all of my extra time at the beach. Not so much. I forget about it, laundry is more important, it seems like too much work. Ridiculous! Good news! I decided to commemorate my first year back in California with a beach day. I’m going to take advantage of the SoCal beauty surrounding me…or at least west of me. Doheny State Beach, get ready for me & my family! We’re on our way.
When was the last time you took an entire day to spend in a place you love? Where was it?
After a relatively smooth labor (as smooth as any labor for an almost nine pound baby could possibly be) we were rewarded with the most wonderful little person.
Welcome to the world…
BENNETT ETHAN WHITE
JULY 12, 2013 at 1:20 PM
8 POUNDS, 14 OUNCES and 21 INCHES
We’re so thankful you’re a part of our family.
As you can imagine, we’re still recuperating. I’m convinced that recovery is harder than actual labor. My goodness! Once things have a chance to settle down (hah!) we’ll be back with tons more baby face.