6 Years Ago

On January 18th, 2003 Justin and I were married. That day I never could have imagined what our lives would look like now. Looking back over the years I am profoundly grateful. Grateful to have chosen such a good, kind, loving, generous, patient, honest man who is so full of integrity. I said it at our reception, and I'll say it again; he makes me want to be a better person. I am grateful for our life together and the lessons we have learned. Thank you, Justin, for loving me.  I love you.

Rose Garden Park

This Saturday we went to the Rose Garden park to have a picnic to celebrate our 6 year anniversary. This was Adam's first time being on a lawn (I know, we're terrible parents and don't get out much). He seemed to enjoy himself. Enjoy the pictures (and some of his bath too. . . good blackmail material).

Life as we know it. . .

. . . will never be the same. It seems our little Adam is yearning to be a toddler. This morning I awoke to him standing in his crib having freshly chewed his "initials" into his crib. Or maybe he wants to mark and count his days this way - one nibble for every day (you know, like people in prison do). Or maybe he is lacking in his fiber intake and thought it wise to load up on some yummy wood. Or maybe he just likes to see his mom sweat.

Enjoy some pictures of our not so little boy.

My First Haircut

So, on Monday I sailed bravely into new territory. . . shears and clippers. Thanks to our current financial downturn I have taken it upon myself to make it my job to be a good steward over the money we do have. On monday, that meant learning how to cut Justin's hair. There are pictures below, so you can judge for yourself. But I think I did a pretty rockin' job*. And Justin thinks so too, which is what really counts.

*I think it must be noted that it did take me 2 hours. . . but it was a fun 2 hours.

One Sick Little Boy

So, last night I had my first experience with what I would call "near projectile vomit". I say "near" because Justin insists that it wasn't actually projectile, just "free flowing". Any way you slice it, it was like a fire hose. Adam came down with a fever and we gave him some Tylenol and about 10 seconds later everything came up. Justin was holding him, so he, Adam and the couch got hit the worst. All joking aside, it was pretty scary. We got him to take some more Tylenol and his fever went away pretty quickly after that. We'll see how today goes. I think his fever is starting to come back. Yuck. Luckily Kaiser has nice advice nurses you can call any moment of the day or night with any concern you have. They have been helpful, mostly in a reassuring/common sense/clear fluids sort of way. We have an appointment to take him to see his doctor tomorrow morning if he isn't better. Part of me just wants to rush him down there right now, but what will they be able to do? Probably not much other than tell me what the advice nurse has and say that we have to wait another day or two and see if things get better. Anyway, it is interesting venturing into the world of parental love and concern. When your little one feels bad, you want to do anything to make them feel better. . . and when they do feel better it doesn't matter that you only got 5 hours of sleep last night - you feel elated and ready to take on the world.

Anyway those are my thoughts for now. Here are some pictures of a not-so-sick little boy who I love very much: