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IMG_2183This? This was five years ago. He was two.

And tomorrow? That sweet little baby turns seven.

Did you hear me? I said SEVEN.

So, in honor of a day full of Christian, here’s some funny things he’s said…

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Christian: A cricket!!!

Me: KILL IT!!!

C: No! They’re God’s creatures! I only kill spiders and snakes.

Me: Well, those are God’s creatures, too.

C: Yeah, but He doesn’t really like them.

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C: What are you playing?

Faith: Life.

C: Life stinks.

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C: (Doing something super annoying.)

Me: That’s super annoying.

C: Yeah, I know. That’s what I like best about life – being annoying to parents. And I like God and Jesus in my heart.

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C: It’s funny to annoy you and Daddy because then you get all worn out and we get to play with our toys. And when we ask you something you say, “eh,” and we will take that as a yes. (Giggle.)

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C: When are we getting that elf out?

Me: What do you mean get her out? Santa sends her in December. She’s real.

C: Oh. I thought since she was plastic she wasn’t real.

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I know he’s adorable, but seriously. Make him stop growing.

 

 

 

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 Me & Evan @ my Mom’s 50th Bday Party. LOVE Kelly Green. And him. 

Last week was fun. And by fun I mean a little bit cray.

I spent the week working planning my Mom’s 50th birthday party and desperately trying to get my house back in order (read: clean) after vacation. The latter was an utter fail, but that’s what this week is for.

I actually enjoyed putting the party together (with LOTS of help from my SIL Cassie & my Aunt Tarah), making pendant banners out of fabric and burlap, scouring Pinterest for ideas and buying fun straws from Etsy. And, honestly, planning a party is so much more enjoyable when you’re spending someone else’s money (thanks, Dad!).

The dessert table, post-eating. 

We had a good time eating good food, talking with friends and family and enjoying the perfect summer evening.

My beautiful Mom, opening a funny gift from her friend, Kim.

Also, I won at croquet, naturally. I don’t play games I can’t win. I just don’t.

Last week was pretty quiet around these parts, though, regardless of the billion things constantly going through my brain. Faith was at Camp Caleb for the very first time last week, and although we missed her something fierce, I was excited for her to experience one of my favorite places in the world.

The first night, she said, was scary. She’s never been so far away for a week-long overnight camp before, and at age 11, I know that can be a daunting task.

And then around Wednesday, the storms came. And let me tell you – child is TERRIFIED of thunderstorms. She will throw herself into a panic attack faster than you can say Dr. Phil. Poor girl said she cried a couple times and just made herself fall asleep, but I’m so proud of her for getting through it.

But she had a great time – even without her friend, who cancelled at the last minute.

And the best part was on Friday when we drove up to camp – when I found her sitting with her newly-acquired friends on the deck of the mess hall, she ran up to me and gave me the biggest hug.

And then her leader said, “You look just like your mom,” which is a very true statement, if she were actually referring to her mother. Faith just said, “Uh, that’s my StepMom.” That poor leader. She probably wanted to punch herself in the face.

Also, I want to punch myself in the face for not taking a picture of Faith at camp. WHY AM I A HORRIBLE PSEUDO-PARENT?

In other news, Christian lost his second tooth and gained the title of Cutest Six Year Old That Ever Lived.

*Tap, tap.* Are you there? Oh, you must have died from the cute.

I’m looking forward to this week, with a To-Do list that I can’t wait to start marking off. Included in that list are Pilates AND Yoga. Please mention me in your prayers.

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The Birthday Girl on my wedding day (see #3).

{1}     Remember in my last post when I promised more substantial posts? Yeah, that starts next week.

{2}     My Little Tiny Baby Way-Too-Grown-Up Little Boy lost his second tooth last night! He’s the cutest. Also, the smartest. Seriously. Last night, he made a “trap” out of everything from curtain rods, plastic bins and plastic ties to toy swords, dinosaurs and big trucks. And when he showed me the contraption this morning – I was genuinely impressed. I’m thinking engineer.

{3}     Today is my Mom’s 50th birthday!! (Although, she certainly doesn’t look her age, which I’m totally counting as a win in the genetic department.) She’s kind of awesome, and you should be jealous she’s not your mom.

{4}     Evan and I discussed my our excessive Starbucks habit yesterday, and agreed that we spend way too much money on something we can (& do, sometimes) brew at home.

And then he called me this morning to ask if I’d bring him a piece of sweet bread from Starbucks. And while I was there, I figured I’d go ahead and get a Tall Blonde Roast, as well. I guess that will have to start next week, too.

{5}     Also starting next week is me on the #cbdiet. Seriously. I know you don’t know what that is, but I’ll explain later. I attempted to start this week, and then a calzone, pizza rolls, pizza & BBQ happened. Oh yeah, and Big Mac. With fries. And a Sprite.

Look, I barely ate for the last two weeks because I had to be in a bikini, so I made up for it this week. And then some. I’m not ashamed.

Well, maybe a little bit.

{6}     This is quite possibly the most pointless blog post ever. Bye.

Happy Birthday, Mom!!

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Another year (almost) over. The older I get, the quicker time seems to pass. I don’t love it.

But, 2011? I didn’t hate it.

Last New Year’s Eve, Evan and I celebrated the end of 2010 in New York City, watching the ball drop right in front of us. To be perfectly honest, we were both pretty happy to see that year go. It wasn’t the greatest. Or the easiest. But the end of it? In Times Square? With a giant lighted ball and confetti and NKOTBSB? Awesome.

While in New York, I got the call from my mom telling me she would have to have yet ANOTHER open heart surgery. This would make number two. Not to mention the more-than-a-dozen heart caths and numerous stents. She has a doozey of a heart. (Physically, at least.)

The next weeks were awful. I thought about nothing but my mom and the possibility of losing her. I cried a lot. As in all. the. time. Evan must have thought I was going crazy. I thought I was going crazy.

The day of her surgery was one of the scariest days of my life. They phsyically stopped her heart during the bypass, which is not knowledge that is fun to have. Necessary. But not enjoyable.

Because I am able to function enough to write this blog post almost a year later tells you that she is still alive and all is well. And I thank God for that.

The next few months were equally as difficult. Evan’s 98-year-old Grammy went through some tough neurological surgery and just never really recovered. She passed away a short time later, but not before one last Strawberry Daiquiri at Applebees.

And then a month-ish later, my Aunt Jessie, who had been battling cancer for over two years, just became too weak. She passed away. I’ve had a blog post saved in my drafts for months about my Aunt Jessie, but I can’t bring myself to publish it. It’s still too hard.

Those were a rough few months. I’d never cried so much in my life.

Okay, well that’s not true at all. I’m pretty sure I broke the World’s Record for the most crying way back in 2005. But that’s beside the point.

May was good, even though I officially entered my mid-20s (if you don’t count 24). I over-thought turning 25 way too much, because it’s been pretty great so far.

Evan and I took lots of small trips throughout the summer. Technically, they were business trips for him, so the day-time was filled with lots of playing on my iPad in the car, waiting for him to finish up his meetings. But outside of that, we visited lots of fun places, tried several new area-local restaurants, and had hours of talking, singing to good music and just enjoying time with each other.

That’s good stuff.

Christian (Little Man) started Kindergarten, and has since grown into an ornery mini-adult who says the most hilariously witty things, and always keeps me on my toes. My favorite, though, has to be the first time he “rapped” the Ludacris interlude to Justin Bieber’s “Baby.” Or possibly the day he randomly started break dancing in the aisle at a Marshall Volleyball game. It’s a tough call.

Also this year, my parents celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary. And I did nothing for them. I’m a horrible daughter.

Wait. I did make them a homemade card that took hours and was childishly adorable.

Nope. I’m still a horrible daughter.

One of my best friends had a baby boy in November, marking the first baby-in-my-life event, which is super exciting. Baby Cohen is the cutest thing ever, and I plan on seeing him exponentially more in 2012.

My other best friend got married. And is having a baby girl. I couldn’t be happier for her. And me. Now I get to buy frilly dresses and everything pink. Life is good.

This year was also the first year we held an actual birthday party for Christian. Something other than family and a Kroger cake, anyway. We had a Pirate Party, complete with eye patches, mustaches, boats, planks, tattoos. I don’t know about the kids, but I had a heck of a time. Even my mom painted on a mustache for herself. Me, well, I go to great lengths to keep from having one, so I passed.

I think that about sums up 2011.

Oh, yeah.

I’m getting married.

My life is filled with genuine happiness, lots of love and more blessings than I can count. I know there are good and bad times in everyone’s life, and despite the emotional, trying time I experienced at the beginning of the year, I know I could have had a lot more unhappy things to write about in this post. But, I don’t. And for that, I am so thankful.

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