Mr & Mrs Smith

Dear Daddy, we wanted to bring you breakfast in bed to tell you thank you for being so awesome. We are so glad you are in our lives. Dads are so so important. And I know you like berries, eggs & toast. Me too - that's why I helped you eat some. Thanks for always coming home with arms open wide. I love your kisses and hugs. I love that you will give me your attention and energy as you chase me around the house. Thanks for wanting the best for me. Thanks for working so hard to make me comfortable. Thanks for pushing me to be my best self. Mommys' just aren't the same without daddy around, so thank you. - Lexi (she told me all this verbadem)  PS - I hope you enjoyed that extra hour of sleep. They won't happen often.  

Just so you know, I'm waiting for 1,600+ photos to download into my blog books. I don't really want to admit that because Mr Smith will use that as leverage to say we have enough photos (absurd!), but I just want to realize that to me that represents a lot of happy memories to remember and moments that were enjoyed. Most of those don't have me in them, which is why Mr Smith needs to realize we can't stop taking pictures. I haven't looked good in a picture in a few years. People wonder what age will be "prime" in heaven and I'm really hoping for like 22. Any way, life is settling. There are a few home items that keep getting shoved off because they are not critical - such as installing the paper towel holder under the cabinet or cleaning out the laundry room cabinets, the last two boxes of who-knows-what or re-painting the pathetic walls the previous tenants failed at, but I still feel pretty lucky to have found this temporary home. A swamp coole...

*I wasn't sure when to write this. much time has past now. I just felt like I should write this* It was on a Sunday when I found out I was pregnant, for the second time. I had been off birth control for many months before I finally saw that second pink line. I was thrilled. Mr Smith was thrilled. The line was so faint. It didn't appear right away and I was deflated, but then after 30 seconds I thought maybe my eyes were deceiving me, that I really did just want an excuse to end my fast early, so I called Mr Smith in and we both smiled. Finally.  Finally . We're going to have another child. I wrote out a blog post with those words and a few others to save for the day we would make it official. But that day never came. Honestly, the excitement only lasted for three days. In those three days, we bought a Big Sister shirt, talked about adjustment, how & when we would tell, and just smiled, which doesn't happen as often as it should these days. It was still sur...

I asked for a love letter and then love note (less intensity) for my birthday (trying to think of all the things I'd love that don't cost any money), but it's hard for him to express feelings in words. He hates feelings almost as much as I love them. Back in our dating days it wasn't so tough, but that's why it's important to write things down and save little things like that - later on - they become big things. And just like all the back massages, you have to make the last one last… So touché Mr Smith.  Any way, this is exactly opposite of what he would like for his birthday, but I'm going to do it any way in memory of mine. He loves it when I make those decisions. These aren't the pictures that I wanted to go along with it; you know, that picture in my head that met failed hopes, but they're still cute and remind me of what matters most. Dear Mr Smith You matter most to me. Well, you combined with Lexi make up my little world he...

I thought I would just combine our birthdays since they are only 1 month apart and we celebrated them just about equally (about as low key as you can get). I probably would have done something more, but under the circumstances of being at grandma's, moving & the fact that she won't remember, we just sang to her and ate her cake. She loved being sung to as you can see and she did pretty good with the candle too. Hello toddlerhood! I mostly only ever talk about her so I think we can officially state she is perfectly sassy, empathetic, loving, goofy, outdoorsy, inquisitive, intelligent & brave. She has my whole heart and I love all her quirks. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever learn patience with the whininess, messes, and flat out disregard for authority, but that's just a small part of parenthood. Her word bank is still getting bigger and she is improving on her sentences - it sounds like broken English that up until now only I could really in...

… doesn't mean we are independent. But it's definitely a worthy cause.