Love Letter

Dear Hubby,

Our attempt at finding the right music station yesterday while putting up the lights was pretty lousy.  We both commented on our liking for this one lovely song that played, Andrew Allen's "Loving You Tonight."  After listening to it a little more and closely, I believe it fits us quite perfectly.

Take Luck,
LP

Love Letter

Dear Ry,

In my dream last night you were some sort of scientist, conducting some sort of experiments on purifying water.  You were going to save the world. 

P.S.  Can I get a triple-y loud and joyous "HALLELUJAH" that you are going back to day shift on Monday?  I am looking forward to seeing you when the sun is out, and when neither of us is half asleep.

Take Luck,
LP

Teaching Nonen

One of my favorite things about our house location is surprisingly NOT the fact that it is close to a Planned Parenthood and their crazed abortion protesters.  We get to live less than a mile from my brother and his family, so it is easy for me to pop over there whenever I want or need.  Monday night, I got to go hang with the kiddos for awhile so my brother could run some errands, and Haley was in class.

I always have such a good time with Mia, Kennedy and Riley.  They are great kids, and surprisingly do not serve their purpose of "birth control."  Every time I leave there, I get that sense of wanting to start a family.  I typically try to use my time with them as learning experiences for when Ryan and I do decide to start our family.

Here's a recap of what I learned on this Monday night...

• I microwave a mean can of chili

(Mia, 9)

• Mia does not enjoy working on multiplication homework.  Nor does she find it funny when I tell her that math is everywhere and she cannot run or hide from it.
• Mia really wants me to come volunteer in her classroom.  That was until I threatened to dance around her classroom with my arms in the shape of an "X," quizzing her on multiplication unless she focused and finished her homework.  That got her attention, alright. 

• Apparently, I am embarrassing (see above)

• Mia thought it was super cool that I knew exactly where to find Riley's diapers and baby wipes, the can opener, and how to use the microwave.  Does this nullify me being embarrassing?

        (Kennedy, 3)

• Kennedy bombards me (in a good way, of course) as soon as I walk through the door.  She gives the best hugs and melts my heart when she says, "I love you, Nonen."
• Kennedy immediately follows up with her immense joy for seeing me by asking "Where's Ryan?  Is Ryan at work?" and then saying, "I hold you!" which actually means: she wants me to hold her.
• Kennedy introduced me to a new counting method.  It went something like, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 14, 16, 14, 16, 16, 13..."  I hear its all the rage with 3-year olds
• She is a sneaky devil and has no qualms snatching up a pacifier that is laying around... Or one that is in her brother's mouth.

(Riley, 1)

• Riley is a miniature monkey-man who likes to climb on the furniture, especially the kitchen table.
• Riley does not particularly care for chili.
• Riley likes to stand up in the bathtub.  Can you say DANGER?
• Riley is just starting to talk and apparently "Lauren" just has too many vowels.

• I do not know how Haley has the time (or the energy) to do much else than chase after these critters all day.

Overall, I would say it was a very educational experience.

Take Luck,

LP

Love Letter

Dear Butthead,

You scared the shiza out of me tonight... And you aren't even home from work yet.  Tonight while I was showering and singing along (to myself) to Ludo's "Anything For You," I swore I heard you cry out "Helloooo?!" from somewhere in the house in your apparent happiness to be home.  Hearing this cry caused me to immediately stop the bathing process and listen.  I hear nothing.  No jingle-jangle or barking.  My heart started to race and I started yelling back to the invisible voice "Ryan?  Helloooo?  Are you there?  If you are trying to scare me, I'm going to come out there and kick your (enter choice word)!!!!"

No reply.

Normally (and most normal people) would have just shaken this off and continued on.  Not me.  I started to have a semi-panic attack and cried a little.  Why did I start to panic and cry?  Because this scaring business is exactly something that you would do.  You say it's good for me, and I say that's a bunch of hogwash.  In fact, as I write this and you are clearly not home, my heart is still racing. 

Despite my currently elevated blood pressure, I have to admit that your desire to scare me is one of those "little things" about you that I have truly come to love.  Even though you get so much enjoyment out of my suffering, I love that it makes you laugh.

Take Luck and some Anti-Anxiety Medication,

LP

**While laying down and waiting for Ryan to get home from work tonight, I tuned into an old Friends epsiode.  Coincidentally, the episode was "The One with Unagi," and was all about Ross trying to educate Rachel and Pheobe on Unagi (apparently a state of total awareness in which you can be prepared for any danger).  He startles them in the hallway of the apartment to prove his point that they are not Unagi-savvy.  During this episode, Rachel and Pheobe have been taking a self-defense class.  At the end of the episode, Ross goes to the instructor asking for tips on how to attack women.  Quite hilarious.  Check out the link below to get a taste of Unagi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-z6yrcvPq10

Happy Easter

Happy Easter!

I gave up caffeine for Lent this year, while Ryan braved giving up alcohol.  This morning on our way to church, I was singing while turning into the Starbucks drive through.  I was a happy girl with a vanilla latte on the brain.

I think this experience was second to what I found in my Easter basket this morning...

A three pound bag of Haribo Gold Gummi Bears.

Does my Easter-Bunny-Hubby know me, or what?

Take Luck,

LP