Sunday, November 30, 2008

{feast your eyes}

be still my beating heart

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

{yes i yam}

yesterday i was sitting on the couch {yes, there IS a permanent imprint of my ever enlarging hiney on the cushions thanyouverymuch} holding the nub while he snoozed, wishing i could put him down but knowing full well he'd wake up if i did.

so i stayed put.

i left the laundry in the dryer, the dishes in the sink, the dog hair on the carpet {the bane of my existence}, and put aside the fact that i hadn't even showered yet.

because i love him. because he isn't going to be a baby forever, because sooner than later he's not going to want me to hold him much at all, because i love to stare at his face {those lashes!}, because he smells so good.

because i am lucky.

because i am thankful.

for this beautiful boy
for the love of my life who helped me make him
for our life together

lucky, lucky, lucky me

happy thanksgiving
from us Verbies to you

Monday, November 24, 2008

{'fer cute!}

good ol' family pics yet again
i think this makes 3 times in the past year we've been behind the lens of
sweet lil' maggi
our trusty photogra-fess
one of these will prolly be a christmas card feature
so if you get one
act like you've never seen it before

the end

Saturday, November 22, 2008

{must blog now...}

i'm having another moment

of the good sort this time

i know you're all sighing in relief 
{all 10 of you... plus my mom who actually pointed out something quite profound in her comment on my last post.  thanks mom, now i feel completely justified}

hooray! not another "why am I crazy post?" the joy!

the hub came home this afternoon from coaching wrestling {little boys in singlets, the tugging, the wedgies, the visual TMI's!} and told me to go do something nice for myself this afternoon, like get a massage or somesing like 'dat.  i thought, "yes!, then NO! because THE GAME is on this afternoon and I do notta want to miss it".  SO instead he treated me by rescuing  our postage stamp sized back yard from throes of the evil tomato tree and all of it's tomato spawn strewn like frozen vegetable casualties of the war we lost with our home grown produce attempt from the summer.  in layman's terms: our stupid tomato plants grew into one giant tomato tree spilling well over it's bounds and leaving hundreds of tomatoes EVERYWHERE when we fell behind on harvesting and maintaining the stupid plants after the nub was born, and maybe even before.  i am terrible at gardening.  terrible.  

but back to the point.  he is great.  and i love him.  and i thought you all should know.  

and now i must go rescue the nub who has houdinied his way out of a tight swaddle and is flailing his arms about helplessly wondering "where is my mom, and why isn't there a boob in my mouth??"

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

{know this}

i am back in business people!!

that's right

the stupid laptop is FIXED, FIXED I TELL YOU

last night the hub and i were watching "how it's made" on the science channel (nerds) and the episode was on the miracle of hot-dogs

and i watched
and i threw up in my mouth

hot dogs are disturbingly gross
they are made of innards {byproducts, eww}
and congealed fat
and corn syrup

and even though i know all of this for a visual fact now...

i will STILL probably ingest more hot dogs at future points in my life

i don't know why

my baby has turned into a chubby little blob of smiles for mama to gnaw on. he is THE BEST, double chins, nakey bum, his cute little tounge... i am practically exploding with how great he is.

birthday '08...not my best
i feel like i am in a hormonally induced perma-bad fog of attitude lately {sans baby joy}
and i even had a bad birthday because of it
my question is this:

how long after having a baby can you blame all of your woes on the hormonees?
when does that excuse run out?
is it a valid excuse?

when do i stop using excuses and start feeling better {about myself}?

when will i stop blogging about my lame feelings of ridiculosity {it is a real word, i swear} and be funny again?

do tell

*congrats to v-rizzle and ah-mogan on their BABY BOY!!! come may! the nub will have a friendy!!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

{yup, i'm 27}

it's my birthday today

and i've come to the conclusion that birthdays on the sabbath are not my favorite

not that i didn't spend it with people i love
{most important}

or eat cake
{2nd most important}

or find myself on the receiving end of some really great gifts 
{not really important, but highly enjoyable just the same}

i just like birthdays on any day but sunday instead

here's to ME!

and my mom's sunglasses circa 1992
three more years 'till thirty

Thursday, November 13, 2008

{to be loved}


i'm down at my parent's house for the next 2 days since Hub decided to abandon me and the Nub and go to Colorado for a work thingy. Work thingy shmirk thingy.

i keed. he rarely leaves me unless he has to and it's very very important. i'm just lactating and thus very needy. there's something about producing a food source from your body that makes you needy. example:

me sitting on the couch nursing {where i spend the majority of my time let's be honest}:
i need chapstick

he gets up and gets me chapstick

wait i need water

he gets up and gets me water

can you change the laundry?

he gets up and changes the laundry

my feet are cold

he goes and gets me socks

i need a snacky

he gets me a snack

i need to go to the bathroom

blank stare

just testing

soooo anyway, i was looking through the picture files on my mom's computer looking for something funny to post {because posts without pictures are bo-ring, on my blog anyway} and came across this beauty:

here's me 4.5 years ago, graduating college, wearing pants in a horrible wash, hair a few shades lighter and roots about an inch deep. so full of hope, my future bright! i believed and i was going to achieve!

actually i was so sick of school and SO glad to be done with the whole BYU thing. plus i was about to move to san diego for an internship and had my sights set on scoring a hot so cal surfer boy to call my own. that didn't happen. and i'm pretty glad. turns out surfer boys are stinky. now you know.

a lot can change in 4.5 years.

you move home after a year or so in so cal. you meet a beefy short{er} dude with eyelashes for days. you joke with him, you let him buy you food. he impresses you with homemade pizza and dr. pepper. you decide you love him. he buys you a killer ring. you marry him. you have a really really adorable baby together.

then when you lactate he willingly plays the whipping boy and meets your every need

sometimes i wonder what i'd say to my former pink cardigened self if i had the opportunity. i think it would go something like this:

hey hot mama,

so cal is awesome. you will love it there. your friends will be great. you will eat much, laugh a lot, dance your poor feet to death, and generally have the best time ever. you will also come back to utah with a greater appreciation for your parents, your family, and only 3 freeways. you realize that life isn't mapped out perfectly, and you are glad for it.
you marry the best guy. and he is perfect for you. when you are hormonal and insane he is loving and only flips you off when your back is turned and you cannot see. you will come to realize that this is love.
you miss him when leaves you, even if only for a few days. and you count down the hours to when he comes home again because if it's even possible he missed you more than you did him.
you are a lucky girl you.

so there it is. your life is good.

enjoy these last few years you have as a singlet. they are great days and the best is yet to come, i promise.

oh...have hope! you will discover dark wash jeans and long camis in a few years, things are looking up!

me {you}

it's true. my life is the most wonderful kind of wonderful. i realize it more each and every day. plus hub just called me and said he got my birthday present for sunday and to tell me that i wasn't allowed to look at our online bank account until he got back so as not to discover the secret and he wouldn't go see quantum of solace without me. you give, you receive.

now if only i could get my laptop to work things would be PERFECT!

Monday, November 10, 2008

{'tis the season}

After last winter, in all of it's awfulness, I had made up my mind that I was done with winter. Done with the snow, done with the cold, over it.  Finished.  Finito.  El Done-o.  All summer long I said this.  I wanted it to be warm forever!  Even in the dog days of August when I was so very great with child and sweating from every orifice on my body I professed loudly NO WINTER.   I claimed I wasn't even excited for my birthday to come (5 days), or Thanksgiving (blashephemy!), even Christmas.  People, I said I wasn't excited for CHRISTMAS (strike me down)!  The Hub kept saying, "You'll change your mind, 'specially when the nub gets here and you get to dress him up like a little elf (the fun!) and do all of the things for baby's first Christmas.  You will shop with glee and revel in all of the glory of the holidays.  You'll get your uggs out and then forget why you ever hated winter in the first place".  

He was right.  And really he should cherish being so, because those times are few and far between friends.

I am ready to celebrate.  I'm ready to give my thanks and pound some turkey.  I'm giddy with anticipation at the thought of picking out our tree this year.  I can't wait to dress my kid up as an elf and buy him an outfit that says "baby's first christmas".  I want to eat pie and drink wassail.  Wach Elf and bake treats. 
wear outfits like this:

the holidays are wonderful aren't they?

and once they're over I'm 100% sure I'll hate winter again
but for now
I'm declaring a temporary truce

so welcome snow
I've missed you

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

{really, really, ridiculously good looking}

who made the Nub's awesome onesie
you can find her ETSY shop {HERE}
he cries tears of joy
i swear
i'm getting a big head because he's so cute
thanks Nat
here's hoping your rat is soon fat for realzies

other items of business:

it is now officially birthday month people
we are T-minus two weeks and counting
the big two-seven this year
aye yah yie

in need of present suggestions to give to the hub
i am fresh out
seeing as how i've gone on "low self-esteem" shopping sprees
pretty much every week
and without a computer during the day for my research
i am a fish out of water


***just to clarify it's MY birthday in 10 days, mine, me, yo...

Monday, November 3, 2008

{my civic doodie}

the nub had his first lesson in democracy a few days ago
we hit up the library
i strapped him in
 we got in line
he fell asleep
i got hungry
and wondered why no one had thought to put in a snack bar
one could make a profit you know
{next election cycle i am ALL over it}

and homies...
i voted

i'll be so glad when this travishamockery of an election
is over
i'm sick of the political ads
i'm sick of the stupid commercials
i'm sick of the negativity
i'm sick of the economy
i'm ready for change
{i'm not sick of SNL spoofs though, those can stay, heart you Tina!}

wherever your political leanings lie
go vote
join me in greatness
fulfill your civic obligations!!


*i'm kalli ko and i approve this message

Saturday, November 1, 2008

{hip-hip hop-hip hop anonymous?}

enjoy some photos of our reluctant hippo

being a hippo is hard work...

happy Halloweeny!