More Yumminess

This is what happens when your big brother and sister don't obey and put the crayons away.



He seems to like it, though.


Aye-yi-yi-yi-yi

Just glad it wasn't lipstick...

Happy Birthday, Nonnie!

Okay, okay. Only a lee-tle bit late.

Still love me, Mom?

Of course you do! You wouldn't be a mom if you didn't. But, I also don't want to push my luck. Hee, hee!

(trumpets blast)

And now, here she is:



This is my mom. I love her. She's a very blessed woman. After all, she does have the four most beautiful and adorable grandchildren in the whole world. Only, don't call her Grandma! She is Nonnie.

One of the things that's great about my mom is that she is extremely creative! She came up with the idea to make my curtains out of a table cloth. Good thinking, Mom! She can look at a room and envision furniture placement, paint colors, location of nicknacks and everything else that I never think of. Well, almost never. She is definitely the first person to call when in a decorating jam.

Seriously. I do it all the time.

I think the thing I love most about my mom, though, isn't the help picking out fabric swatches or paint colors. Let me say, my mom is always there for me. She's only a phone call away and she will drop everything to be on my front porch. She's taken children to the ER with me in the middle of the night, come and taken care of me after each of my c-sections, never missed a birthday of any of my children, rejoiced with me and cried with me.

Plus, she passed down her love of chocolate to me, her beloved daughter.

Need I say more?

I love you, Mom. Happy birthday!

Late wishes? Yes, but she'll be 54 for the whole year.

Ooops. Was I supposed to say that?

Fresh-Baked Yumminess!

A few weeks ago, our family was invited to a bakery field trip.

It took one nano-second for me to accept this invitation.

I'm telling you, it doesn't hurt having wonderful friends who let you come on their fieldtrips!

On our field trip the the Tempe Great Harvest Bakery:



we listened (most of the time),


we took notes,


and we got to help out a bit. I didn't realize that bakers were so brave! The thought of all those dirty little hands in my flour... *shudder*


We even enjoyed the fruits of not-our labors, with a sampling of honey-wheat bread. I'm pretending that this is the bread that we helped make. Isn't it lovely?
I did take some pictures of the sampling, but the bread disappeared so quickly that I never really got a good picture.

They have the cutest little shopping area in the front of the bakery that I really wanted to spend time browsing through, but... But, I will be back! Just the thought of those yummy different flavored butt-ahs is making my tummy growl.

Couldn't have said it better myself!

Happy Birthday, My Love!

My poor little blog has been neglected.

Here's the deal, though. I've been living life to create more blog posts.

At least eventually.

However, in all of this living, certain members of my family have been having birthdays that have been not been acknowledged by this esteemed publication.

Sorry, Hubby. Sorry, Mom. (Yikes!)

No, I'm not mad at them. No, I'm not in denial that my husband is now 35. It's just, well, you know.

Life.

So here is my much belated birthday tribute to my husband:

This is my husband:


I like him. I like him a lot.

Here are some of my favorite things about my adorable hubby:

~While I'm getting ready for bed during the cold winter (all three weeks of it), he warms up my side of the bed before I get into it. So nice and snuggly warm. Aaaaahhhh.

~He drives big pick-ups. There's something women like about a pick-up man!

~He was willing to take his three-year old daughter (now eight) and his wife to see the Nutcracker ballet. Not many men would do that.

~He still wants to be a cowboy when he grows up.

~He likes almost every kind of food I make for him. No complaints from this man!

~I've never met anyone funnier. He's definitely the fun parent. I, uh, am not so much. At least the poor children have one.

~He eats the heels of loaves of bread. I don't. We're a perfect match.

~He wasn't afraid to marry a single mom. He took us both on. What a guy!

~He continuously strives to be the man/husband/father that God has called him to be.

Sorry, girls! He's all mine.

There are a lot more, but I just don't think that you would have the time to read ten pages. There are, also, probably some things he wouldn't want me to share on the world wide web. Like that he- Oh, man! That was close!

Happy birthday, Babe! (you don't mind that's it's terribly late, do you?)

Mom, your's is coming. I know you gave me life, but... um, I love you.