The "Bash"

I didn't take as many pictures as I wish I did, but for Josh's birthday we had one awesome meal, a whole bunch of friends, and many unexpected presents. Thank you to ALL who came, we love you all and really appreciated your company. We had a pretty darn good time and can't wait to find another reason to have you all over again.. :)

Here's my masterpiece of a cake...it was quite tricky, and the middle layer broke in half. So seriously, it's a wonder the cake even made it to the party.








Mmmmm, tri-tip. Thanks to Deb for the "secret family recipe."

Happy Happy Birthday Joshy-Poo

Joshua Lehi Trent was born in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, April 25th, 1976. He was a black haired baby that blossomed into a toe-head, and charmed the ladies with his blue eyes from day one.
We met in 2001 and both of us pretended that the other was no big deal. A year later I ran into him and we spent everyday with eachother from then on. In 2004, we were married and bound together by our devotion to one another.
Josh is the person I feel the most like myself around. We always have fun and laugh with eachtother. He loves me for all my postives and most of my negatives. He is the best father, and plays with Jack as though they are best friends and there is no age difference between them. Josh is everyones friend. He can relate to every kind of person and get along with even the most impossible of people.
I hope this day is special, and makes him feel loved, important, and on top of the world.
I love you babe, Happy Birthday.

Please share your preference..

Which do you like better- the Jack with his goldie-locks? Or the skin-head Jack with his whole new attitude..



It's tough isn't it!? I'm just debating on whether or not to set it free.

"Private"

Due to a recent burn, I've chosen to make my blog private. I haven't entered all the email addresses because there are more readers than there are people I don't want reading. I like to keep you all updated on our laughs and fun times we have here, like for example going to the park and so on- but those who don't appreciate it don't need to read it.

So please leave your emails or email me- if you wish to still subscribe.

Thank you to my readers and loved ones.

~L

Spring...?

Honestly, I think we all have had about enough of this 50 degrees or less. And the worst part is how deceiving it is. You wake up and look outside at a gorgeous, cloudless day, and you step out the door to this horrid chill that is 38 degrees. It's absurd.

My neighbor planted (stupidly) these gorgeous tulips. I will spare you the picture of what they look like now, but let's just say the life has been sucked out of them.



For those of you blessed with warmer climates in April, I envy you and your lack of sweater, jacket, or extra layers. Go outside today, take a fresh breath, and be glad you are not here...

Oh, hello.

I just thought I'd mention that I put some new photos up on my photography blog. As the weather gets BETTER....(knock on wood..) there will be MORE and MORE! And those of you who share your photography with ME, I hope you don't mind if I share those sites with others. Thank you.

Literally.

I was TRYING to post up some interesting news for all my avid readers out there because I know what a page-scroller my blog is..
But Jack kept trying to SPIN my chair as I was sitting on it and it was driving me insane. So I handed him a crayon and some paper and said "GO DRAW MOMMY A GIRAFFE!"


I turned around to find my obedient son...

...drawing a giraffe.

Round Two.

Dominic has his schedule, and goes as follows.
8:00am Come inside and have us go from sink to sink to let him drink out of almost every single one.
9:00am go BACK to the door he just came in from, where he has been for the past 12 hours, and request to go back out to eat some more food.
9:15am Come BACK inside and go upstairs under my bed.
2:00pm As soon as things upstairs have settled and we are all elsewhere, Dominic feels it is time to take his DIRTY, SHEDDING self and get ONTO my bed, on the white duvet, and curl up a few times and settle in for a nap.
6:00pm He peels himself off my bed leaving a gross, furry, dirty spot and goes BACK outside for more food, and we don't let him back in till 9am.

I thought perhaps, I will try a few things to avoid him being on my bed. First, I shut the door, but Jack likes to let the cat go wherever he is meowing to, so I know Jack let's him in. Then I thought about putting a towel in the bed, so he could sleep on that. But when I came in there at 2pm, he sat JUST OUTSIDE the perimeter of the towel and looked at me like I was some sort of idiot. Then I thought I would just forget about making the bed altogether, and fold the comforter up to the headboard.
That didn't take either.


Here is a CLOSE UP, by the way, of the way he is looking at me just then:

It's as though he's thinking "This is more fun than I've had in a LONG, LONG time."
So I have decided that either I get rid of the cat, or get used to doing alot of laundry, MORE often.

And ironing. Cause that thing is from IKEA and needs to be ironed after every wash. And that's a King.

So who wants a cat?

Is that the little boy I carried....

Once upon a time, jack was quiet, and couldn't move anywhere. Where I put him, was where he was when I'd come back. Those are the days I miss.

However, I don't remember consciously talking to him the way I was...I don't remember that at all. My voice has gone down two or three octaves.

What am I DOING!!

So I get to "work" today and there is a list of people to call to ask if they'd like to be in the Club Championship here at Ivory Ridge Tennis. I haven't had to play Telemarketer in awhile. Not since my "temp job" days.. So I am not used to the fact that people still have home phones. Where MANY people use them. Not just the person you are trying to contact. Here are a few calls I made. One right after the other.

Ring, Ring.
"Hello?"
"Is your mom there?"
"...this is she."

(ooooooo ouch.)

Ring, Ring.

"Hello?"
"Hi, is Susie there?"
(kid:)"Just a sec. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!"
(clunk clunk clunk)
"Hello?"
"Susie?"
"No, this is her husband.."

(YIKES.)

"Hello?"
"Hi is Pince there?"
"Who?"
"Pince?
"There is no 'Pince' here."
"Oh I'm sorry I must have the wrong number..."
"There is a 'Vince'....are you looking for Vince?"

(why yes, the "V" on this list left for me DOES look alot like a "P".)

"Does Vince play tennis?"
"Yes."
"Is he there?"
"No."

(Strike three.)