One of Those Weekends

You know those weekends where the weather is so beautiful? Sunny, hot, green, lush.   


You feel like you absolutely MUST be outside, being busy, running errands, taking advantage of every last bit of goodness a Saturday in the summer can bring. 


Thank god this was not one of those weekends! 


It was raining, grey and hot.  So the only recourse was to stay inside, watch really horrible movies, and lounge in our pajamas.  


Done and Done. 

Big girl in a big chair. 

Hmmm...what is there to see in Dada's office today?

That looks interesting....

Piggy on the loose. 

Why are you always taking my picture? 

PJ self portrait

 Green bean guts. 

Hanging out on Momma's lap. 

Weekend In Pictures

It was just us girls this weekend. Dada was doing his duty with the Navy.

We got lots accomplished : naps were taken, Cheerios consumed, pjs were worn. If you're wondering the dishes didn't get all the way done, the floors didn't get swept but we had lots of cuddles and snuggles.

We love our toy from Auntie Y.

I can't even begin to tell you how in love I am with these feet. She crosses them every chance she gets. Just like her Daddy.

Like I said naps were had. Dishes can wait.

NO, you're the one who gets on her belly and refuses to rollover!

OK. No, seriously. I can't roll over. Why are you taking pictures instead of helping me?

We did venture to the grocery store. So gangsta.

Baby Faux Hawk

More naps. More cuddles.

Even with all those naps, I'm still pooped.

Monday morning = Diet Coke.




 

My First Mother's Day

My mothers day was lovely! I'm a lucky girl to be called Mommy and even luckier that I get to call Ella my daughter. How was yours? I hope you got lots of kisses and snuggles (if they aren't teenagers of course because I hear they don't snuggle so much as complain). I'm not going to lie, there were some tears that were shed (blame that old foe, miscommunication) but frowns were turned upside down in short order. I mean what is a holiday around here without someone breaking down at least once?!

I got to spend my day with my two favorite people in the whole wide world.

We went to lunch at one of my favorite places, The Black Walnut.

Momma, I must object to these lunch time photos shoots.

Hmmm... Your ideas on social welfare intrigue me. Let me think on it while I eat my applesauce.

I received two lovely cards, which brightened my day even more. I don't know about you but I love a good greeting card! They make me happy. And the most thoughtful gift was a lovely framed photo of four generations of Standley/Siler/Vennekotter ladies.

 

Four generations of love and good genes!

To end the evening, Mark stole inspiration from our honeymoon (Barcelona) and made a crazy good paella from scratch and an even crazier sangria to go with it. He knows the path to a woman's heart is through her stomach and with diamonds (shhh... he doesn't need to know the truth on that one).

And we finished off the evening with a cupcake the size of my head.

 

YUM!

Happy Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day. My first as a real life Mommy. (Thank goodness those cabbage patch days don't count or I'd have a lot of explaining to do with CPS.)

 

Today is the day where we give thanks for our Mothers . The project manager, the crew, and the materials all in one loving woman who built us from the ground up for 9 months.

 

I have had the grand fortune of having a wonderful mother and a wonderful grandmother that have made me into the woman I am today.

 

My mom was and is the one I call when nothing has gone right, when everything has gone well, on a Monday, on a Saturday, when I'm well or when I'm sick. And she's still I the one I look too for my baby.

 

She's the one who gave my brothers and I the foundation for our strong, unwavering faith in the Lord.

 

She's the one who loved us enough to tell us we could do anything we set our sights on and then let us explore the world. That is how I was able to go to graduate school four states away and find the man of my dreams and live the life I was supposed to live.

 

She's was the one that knew I had to back to that first grade classroom after I had my ever so teeny-tiny accident (it totally wasn't my fault. The classroom was watching a video and the teacher didn't see my hand raised and I was too scared to get up and just go to the bathroom sooo...) and I was MORTIFIED. I didn't like her very much that day. But looking back, if she hadn't made me walk back in there that same day I would have never gone back (or it would have cost a TON of tears).

 

She was the one who slept in the hospital with me with every asthma attack and made sure I had my inhaler at all times. That is still one of the questions I get "Do you have your inhaler?" And I'm 30 years old.

 

She's my teacher, my doctor, my babysitter, my taxi driver, my cheerleader, my protector, my devil's advocate and my friend.

 

I love you Mom!