Living life married to the most understanding and devastatingly handsome guy, working for the coolest consulting firm, and raising three super fun kids
Monday, July 13, 2009
Jack-o-Lantern and Her Sister
Squeaker is ALL TEETH these days. She's ridiculously cute, on the move, and changing rapidly. Her deep-throated, growly laugh is infectious.




Wednesday, July 8, 2009
New Bean-isms
Bean is up to some hilariously adult talk these days. Heard recently:
1. "No, Ma'am." As in "No, Ma'am, Squeaker. That's my juice!" or "No, Maaaa'aaaaam, Daddy. No. No. No!!"
2. I take a sip out of a water bottle Bean and I are sharing and don't spill. This merits a "Great job, Mom" from Bean.
3. "Nice work." Heard after Dad turns on the hose for her so that she can fill her kiddie pool with water.
4. "You rock, Mom." While keeping Bean company on the potty (meaning I sit down on the big potty while she sits on her small potty) Bean compliments my ability to tinkle in the potty. If you haven't potty trained a kid before, this may shock you.
5. "Let's rock it." When Bean's buckled into her car seat in the morning and ready to go, she says "Let's rock it, Daddy."
6. "I no like fireworks / rain / spiders / bears." Is it normal for a 2YO to be afraid of these things?
1. "No, Ma'am." As in "No, Ma'am, Squeaker. That's my juice!" or "No, Maaaa'aaaaam, Daddy. No. No. No!!"
2. I take a sip out of a water bottle Bean and I are sharing and don't spill. This merits a "Great job, Mom" from Bean.
3. "Nice work." Heard after Dad turns on the hose for her so that she can fill her kiddie pool with water.
4. "You rock, Mom." While keeping Bean company on the potty (meaning I sit down on the big potty while she sits on her small potty) Bean compliments my ability to tinkle in the potty. If you haven't potty trained a kid before, this may shock you.
5. "Let's rock it." When Bean's buckled into her car seat in the morning and ready to go, she says "Let's rock it, Daddy."
6. "I no like fireworks / rain / spiders / bears." Is it normal for a 2YO to be afraid of these things?
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Kona Bones
Kona,
It's been almost a month since we said goodbye to you, and we think about you every day.
When we come home after work and walk up the stairs into the house, Bean says "Kona?" She expects to see you jumping around at the top of the stairs waiting for us.
When Squeaker drops a TON of food at every meal, we miss saying "Kona, clean up on aisle 3!" I had no idea how much food that kid dropped until you were gone.
When I say, "Let's go on a WALK," I still emphasize the word walk for your benefit. I miss how excited you'd be to get outside.
When it's thundering at night, I wake up expecting to hear you shuffling and crawling under the bed for cover.
I'm still so thankful you were in my life for 13 years. It was a blessing that your illness was quick. We tried to spend your last hour doing something you'd love--walking with the family. Our wonderful neighbor captured this shot of the whole family when you pooped out in her yard. Husband and I are upset, and the girls are confused, but you look just like you.

It's been almost a month since we said goodbye to you, and we think about you every day.
When we come home after work and walk up the stairs into the house, Bean says "Kona?" She expects to see you jumping around at the top of the stairs waiting for us.
When Squeaker drops a TON of food at every meal, we miss saying "Kona, clean up on aisle 3!" I had no idea how much food that kid dropped until you were gone.
When I say, "Let's go on a WALK," I still emphasize the word walk for your benefit. I miss how excited you'd be to get outside.
When it's thundering at night, I wake up expecting to hear you shuffling and crawling under the bed for cover.
I'm still so thankful you were in my life for 13 years. It was a blessing that your illness was quick. We tried to spend your last hour doing something you'd love--walking with the family. Our wonderful neighbor captured this shot of the whole family when you pooped out in her yard. Husband and I are upset, and the girls are confused, but you look just like you.
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