Thursday, September 30, 2010

surprise

i think getting flowers for no reason might just be my favorite reason to get flowers...

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

busy husband

sometimes i bug the husband on IM because there is just no other time or way to communicate with him.

but the busy stinker can be on the computer and not see it (or not respond) for very long periods of time.

so today i laid down the law...

me: yo YO

You don't have to pay attention to me ALL the time- you just have to start and finish ONE conversation so that I will leave you alone...

bobby: oh ya
says who

me:
ME
i will keep bugging you

bobby: fine

me:
fine
how are you
how was your morning
why were you budhas
what is your plan for your afternoon evening
did you get lunch
was it unhealthy?
do you still love me?
bobby: ok, fine, cause i dont want to work for those people, work work work, no, N/A, yes

we make communication an art...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

maybe i should do my chores...

i told the husband when we got married that laundry was my least favorite chore. his is the dishes.

the point of this conversation (i thought) was for him to take the lead in the laundry department, and i'd take the dishes. i'll let you know how that works out when it starts to work out...

the trick for me is that i have to fold and put away the laundry the second it finishes. otherwise we get a pile up. and i never have enough time that i just don't know what else to do with to want to address a big pile of laundry.

so if i don't get to it right away, it goes into a basket- and then the husband will throw clothes in it not knowing that it is clean and not dirty (yep- we're classy folks).

so i gave up and on a massive 4 load laundry day- i just dumped them all in the crib (where they embarrassingly stayed too long). it isn't like the little mister is really using his crib much yet anyway... soon though... soon.

then the husband found a whole new game to make of the laundry. hey mommy, where's the bebe?

oh yes he did...

did i really document my lazy messy laundry? and did my husband really think it was funny to hide his son in it?

yes, on both counts.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

sentimental broccoli casserole

it is true. i said it, and i'm being serious too.

the husband made it for dinner last night and we are having it for leftovers tonight too. (okay, lets be honest, we had it for lunch and dinner tonight. yep, we're leftovers people around here...)

this is not gourmet food. don't get me wrong, it is good and all, but nothing fancy. can a casserole be fancy??

but this food makes my heart do a little pitter patter anyway.

you see, every time the husband makes it, it reminds me of the first time he made it.

we had just started dating. we had plans to go out to a korean restaurant with some of his friends for some korean holiday.

then it happened.

the dreaded phone call. for those of you who have ever worked a job that required you to be on call, you know that sometimes there is nothing worse than the sound of your phone ringing.

and this was a doosy of a call. it wasn't going to be anything quick. i had to go to the hospital and i couldn't make any promises about when i'd get back.

he called his friends and told them we wouldn't be coming.

this is where the guilt prone part of me felt really bad, and wanted to impress this new guy i liked, not ruin his night. i tried to tell him to just go without me...

this is also where i got a glimpse of just what kind of man the husband is.

he was a little bummed, of course, but ridiculously supportive.

he gave me a kiss (gasp!), headed home, and told me to call him when i got back.

fast forward 4-5 hours- probably between 10 & 11pm...

i was finally getting home and he told me to come to his apartment.

the door to his oven was just slightly ajar, and he pulled this casserole out that he had just left in there to stay warm.

i asked if he had eaten and he said no, he figured i'd be hungry whenever i finished.

he had made a broccoli casserole hours before and just left it warming in the oven for whenever i happened to make it back. and then waited to eat it with me.

hmmm. wonder why i fell for this man.

every time we eat it, it reminds me that i got a good one...

Monday, September 13, 2010

be-bop-a-re-bop rhubarb pie

okay... maybe rhubarb cobbler.

some people compare rhubarb to celery. no offense to all you celery lovers (i try to like celery all the time) but rhubarb is just down right tasty (no need to hide in unsuspecting salad dishes...)

did you know bobby's dad used to sing that song to him? (the one up there in the title...)
did you know my dad used to love strawberry rhubarb pie? it was his fav....

some pretty cool in-laws of mine introduced us to this cobbler. so when i saw fresh local rhubarb at the farmer's market just down the way, i couldn't resist

Friday, September 10, 2010

lost & found

lost: all newborn babyness.
found: his toes.

Monday, September 6, 2010

(non) labor day

what do you do with a day off??
mama- that is me these days- convinces the whole fam to move to the outdoors, while there is still green grass to be enjoyed.the husband de-constructs an old weed eater. what does he do with it you ask? he turns it into an engine on a stick. i don't know either. although, we did have talks of mary poppins. i'm hoping one of these years this creative husband of mine is going get us flying with his engine on a stick...
bebe gets acquainted with his future best bud. (this is what happened after all my efforts to teach the pup that blankets are not for him)the whole happy fam.

then we took ourselves on a stroll to the streets of downtown provo. we cheated and went to a hamburger joint instead of grilling. we have a mini grill = we never grill.
open wide? can it get wider than that? thanks for the flattering pic hubby.

p.s. as uncomfortable as bebe looks all up in my grill, he's actually pretty chill and happy in this little pack of ours. believe me. he lets us know when he's not...they stick whole pieces of pie (or cobbler, or cupcakes) and grind them up into these milkshakes. craziness!

berry-licious

we went picking berries again this year.

all we could talk about was the bounty of last year- when the blackberries were huge, sweet, and juicy, and i could hardly get them to my bucket- or my mouth -fast enough (one for the bucket, one for megan- isn't that how it is supposed to go??)

it was like last year was the ex-boyfriend, not available, but still getting talked about until people are sick of hearing it.

so the harvest this year was a little less than huge, sweet, and juicy, but provided amply for some blackberry treats around here much the same.

blackberry cobbler, blackberries with cake and ice cream (if you are bobby, this is all mashed up in a cup together...), blackberry milkshakes, blackberry syrup with waffles, and finally this morning- blackberry jam.

i wish i had taken a picture of the mess i can make in my kitchen while making jam. at least it was a yummy mess.