Friday, February 25, 2011

Domo Arigato

On a much lighter note, I thought I needed to post this. Oliver got this card from his friend Teagan for his birthday. This is the only card he still has from his birthday. As you can tell, he loves this song, which makes me die laughing! I'm glad he enjoys 80s pop like his momma. If you know Oliver, you know he doesn't have much to say. (It is a real weak spot for me, so I really don't like to talk about it... Even if that is the first question out of my mom's mouth EVERY time I talk to her on the phone...) But, you will notice he does say, "Thank you" in his own way! Also, I couldn't stop recording, I apologize. Oh, and Ollie has no pants on because he was rolling around in the snow on the way into the house... Enjoy!!

Keep Calm and Carry On

So I got a tattoo. A pretty big tattoo... But, there is a reason I got a tattoo.

Everyone seems to know, so it isn't a secret, I had a miscarriage. I was probably 6-7 weeks along and it threw us way off guard. Never did I think that would happen to me, especially since Oliver was a surprise blessing. I find the most annoying part of it all is how taboo the subject of miscarriage is. It just isn't talked about and why not? I'd like to acknowledge the child that I will never get to meet or hold. I, luckily, I do have friends and family that do that. I greatly appreciate that.

Anyways, on to the tattoo. As part of my grieving, I got it. I figured if this poster helped English citizens during WWII to go on with their daily lives, it would help me with the day to day happenings. It was supposed to be a small little dainty thing on my wrist. Well, my tattoo artist told me that is would be a big black ball of gross by three years or so. So, I moved it down and made the giant leap to be a visibly tattooed gal. The red gems are for Bill, the white are me, the yellow/gold are Oliver, and the blue are for what the baby's birthstone would have been. It hurt, but the pain was good for me. I believe it helped me bring closure to the situation.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Train ride with Santa

Today we went on a train ride with Santa. Like most kids Oliver's age, he is obsessed with trains! It was a great time. Ollie wasn't really into Santa. In his defense, our Santa looked like he has been living a hard life for awhile. All Aboard!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Um, we have snow here...

A couple weeks back I remember seeing all my midwest friends mentioning the amount of snow they were getting. I kind of chuckled and thought, "HA! I'm glad that it is them and not me..." Well... I shouldn't have mocked you all because we are getting HAMMERED with the white stuff! If you didn't watch the Today Show, we have been getting 98 hours straight. REALLY!?! Yes... here is some proof!

Monday, December 6, 2010

The Zoo Crew Birthday Party

So, I live life by the Jane Austen's quote, "One cannot have too big of a party," but I also like to add, "or too many parties for the same occassion." he he he This past weekend Oliver got to celebrate his birthday along with five of his birthday friends. Ollie is the oldest one out of the group and then Jordyn is the youngest (12/25 is her birthday). Then, the other four kiddos birthdays are in between. So, the mommies decided we should just do one big celebration. It was a fun time at My Gym.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Our little man is 2!

Friday was Oliver's second birthday! I'm in shock and disbelief to be honest. But, it is exciting all at the same time. We were lucky enough to have my parents come visit for the occassion. We haven't seen them since June, so it has been nice to have them around. We had Oliver's two best buds and their families come over for a little dinner. My thought is was that this is my last year where I can design a party that I (yes I) want. So, we had a little man party. I sewed all the kids (and myself) bowties. It was fantastic!

Friday, November 5, 2010

Ollie got his haircut

It is with great sadness that I write this. Oliver... got a *tear* haircut. Whew, that was hard to type! My vision of my little blonde curly surfer boy long hair was in reality a frizzy, mullet mess. It was time for a trim, so my vision will be a little bit more uniform. My friend, Judith, and I scheduled back to back appointments for our boys so we could get through it together! Here are some pictures. (The watching TV pic is the after result.)