Daddy's day

To my husband... who was so nervous after G was born that he yarfed in the hospital everyday.  Who didn't want to leave our side.  What if he missed something?  Who was so sweet to that little tiny baby.  Who when he first read to him would announce the author and illustrator of books.  Who has become SO much more comfortable.  Who is a little more daring than mom.  Who asks me questions like, "When did he get so big?"  Who is the FUNNIEST person ever--according to Griffin.  Who fell over in the baby pool today (completely under water) so his baby didn't go under.  Who gets called "dadadadadada" over and over and Griffin can't wait to see him in the afternoons.  (Just say... do you hear dada?  and G is moving to the door.)  To the man, who was a boy when I met him (only 17!), who is now a Dr., who is now a dad to our sweet sweet baby.

Who was "man enough" to let his baby get the tab.

And yes... I still call my dad, "daddy."

Because of Jill's idea

Here is a preview of what I'm thinking. Want a full shot? email me.

Revoking the parent card?

SO sometimes I wonder if my parent card should get revoked.  Lately, when Ben and I put pants on Griffin we say something like... you're going to need these for the pants party.  Then Ben says, Griffin, are you trying to say there is a party in your pants?

Is it ok to quote Anchorman to a baby?

Is it ok that I'm going to be co-directing a camp of 200 senior high kids?  Who is signing their kids over to me and when did that become ok?  I will corrupt them--in a good way that is filled with sarcasm.  And I always ask, "are you making good choices?"  That means something, right?

Snack time.

The new scrunchy face smile. He scrunches up his nose and kind of snorts. He spends much of his time leaning over the high chair looking at the da da da (dogs dogs dogs). Our first time as a back rider. Not sure how you're supposed to get them on there by yourself. I read the directions, but seriously?

I need your helps.

So we are doing some family pics this weekend.  Ok, they are Griffin's 1 year photo's... which are actually almost 11 month photos, but who is being specific?  SO mostly this is all about him.  I'm going to get a pic in his JonJon (I have been asked... and a jonjon is what we southern mama's dress our baby boy's in so that they are kind of girlie.  It's true.  I said it.  Sorry, G$.)  I also have a birthday boy shirt for him.  And, I'm thinking I might take some balloons.  He's going to be adorbs.  I'm sure of it.

Anyway, I'd also like a family picture.  We don't get these very often.  I don't want to be matchy matchy.  I don't know what to wear.  Here are the problems
1.  It's hot.  Even at 8:30 am.
2.  My husband is a sweaty beast.
3.  My husband will only wear shirts with collars (so it is usually a long sleeved button up rolled at the sleeves or a polo.)
4.  I want to look 10 lbs thinner than I am currently.

Who can resolve this?  We really like blue and green.  G's jonjon is blue with light green on it.  Sigh.  I need a zillion dollars and a day of shopping.

If I knew a vampire...

I'm currently reading the True Blood books (blush, look away, be embarrassed).  Whoa Nelly.

However, when I get consumed by books I start thinking like they're real... so the other day when I got a ticket and was figuring out what I needed to do, an actual thought that popped into my head was, "If I knew a vampire they could contact the authorities and get this erased."

Anyone else been in such a predicament?

I'm not quite dead yet.

Bring out yer dead!  That is not me.  I made it.  I successfully got up at 5:20 to go meet my group.  We did a 1 mile warm up, did straights and curves, and I was NOT the slowest person.  I mean, this is not to be confused with saying I'm fast, because I'm not.  And I know it isn't a competition, but... I wasn't the slowest.  Hooray!  Mama is back in action.  Kind of.  It's a slow action followed by a slow burn in my hips.  Whatevs.

There was also a really fast guy running the wrong way on the track and kept tooting every time I saw him.  Out loud.  If he were my nephew he would excuse himself and say, "Me tooty."

So to counteract all of that work from this morning I'm enjoying a 3 pm glass of wine.  It's white so that it's hydrating.