Cute to the power of 3

So what if I'm a little prejudiced being their mother and all. You cannot argue with this picture from last August. The dentist's office took it when they were all cavity free. We got to take the picture home this time...and we're still cavity free! Woohooo!

da baby bruder

My Nash is not a baby. Just ask him. I do.

Me: Nash are you my baby?

Nash: Nooooo. I'm da baby bruder!

(getting tattoed @ his party)

Well, now my not-baby is 4. Four. FOUR!

Don't get me wrong. I am so over (ala Rachel & Ross) diapers, midnight feedings, carrying car seats, and smelling like puke all the time. My neighbor thinks this is the best time in their young lives and I'm starting to agree. No diapers. No school schedule. He can entertain himself, but still likes to snuggle. He can ask for what he wants and I'm strong enough to restrain him when the answer is no (even if there are occassionally black eyes). His curious little mind is focusing more on letters, numbers, books, and he LOVES preschool days. He can go on playdates...to someone else's house.

His birthday party was going to get rained out, so we took it indoors...to the church. Turned out to be a great location. We had a cheetah theme (I'll have to post the story of Nash's fascination with them). Of course, my mom made a fabulous cake....that we still have leftovers of. Come over. I'll fix you a plate.

Heather Kiel took this - my favorite photo of the party. I love all the kids lined up by height in the background waiting for their turn.

...and the madness that ensued.

Thanks to all Nash's good friends for making his party...well, his whole birthday, FANTASTIC!

The Man I Love

For the last 15 years on April 14th, while many people are rushing to file and finish their taxes, I'm celebrating the best decision I ever made: marrying Harland.

I decided to post a little about my handsome man because other than the fact that he does laundry, I don't think I've written too much about him...and I needed a reason to post some old pictures his mom just gave us. *BIG GRIN*

In high school and college I dated football players, plain old players, cowboys & Cali boys (no comments from the ex-roommate peanut gallery), but I fell in love with a band geek...this one to be exact.

A friend recently reminded me how Harland locked himself out of a car he was borrowing on our first date when he walked me to the door. It was late. He decided not to bother his friend and slept on my couch. I should've taken that as an indicator - he's easily distracted....but I like his version of the next morning. Ask him sometime.

When Emma was a newborn Harland made a video that consisted of at least 20 minutes of him filming baby Emma while she lay in his lap making faces in reaction to his baby talk. No one else was in the room, just new Dad and new Emma.

Other men (you know, the kind you meet at church) always, always come up to me after they've played sports with Harland for the first time and tell me how fast he is. Always.

He carries my luggage, empties a car full of groceries in the fewest trips possible, and totes whatever else needs toting. I affectionately call him my "pack horse". He rolls his eyes.

My daughter thinks he looks like Tom Cruise. I used to watch Top Gun...a lot.

He'd snuggle a strange cat over a friend's baby in a heart beat.

When we met we lived just a few minutes away from my BFF, Rachel. She was dating (and later married) JP. Har and JP became instant friends when they didn't have to...well, they kinda did.For our anniversary this year he gave me a card that reads:

Here's to us. To what we've done:

Stayed together.

Supported each other.

Been happy.

Made something of ourselves.

Grew up.

Changed.

Defied the odds.

I'm proud of that.

Proud of us.

In love with you.

Still.

Always.

Best decision I ever made!

The Last Time?

The other day Nash wanted to go outside to ride his trike. As usual, I told him to get his socks & shoes on. Before I could meet him at the stairs (our shoe puttin' on place) he already had one foot taken care of and he was putting the sock on his other! I didn't know if I was more proud or sad.

Immediately, a lady from my exercise class popped into my mind. Just last week she was talking about how we do little things with our kids, like kiss their feet as we're changing a diaper, but eventually we stop doing it. The behavior, the act of love just fades away as they get older. She remarked that the last time you kissed their little feet you probably didn't even realize it was the last time you would. My heart aches as I think of all the "last times" I've had in my mothering years.

A.C.H.E.S.

Thankfully, I still get to help Nash with his stinky feet every once in a while, but I can't stop myself from wondering when it will be the last time. Tonight, I push it out of my mind as I get ready to put candy in Easter eggs and anticipate one of the few innocent Easter mornings I've got left as a Mother.

Damn. I'm crying.

Imported Breakfast

When Harland & I were first married he introduced me to Chocolate Malt-O-Meal. Yum! We'd only been married a few months when he had to leave on a 6 month "float" with the Marines. My newly high school graduate sister, Tressa, came to live with me (to keep me from utter loneliness) and attend school nearby. She likes Chocolate Malt-O-Meal, too. When Harland came home he wanted to know what happened to the box he'd left....14 years later he and Tressa still fight about it. Nowadays, we can get Malt-O-Meal, but not the chocolate variety. It's a problem. When we go to Colorado we stock up buying 6 - 10 boxes. Last week, we ran out. Guess that means we need to make a trip to Har's hometown for Spring Break! We weren't planning on it, but priorities changed...

Not everyone likes the chocolately goodness at our house, but I guess Dedan has his own reasons for wanting to go...like that Grandmother who spoils him.