love is a battlefield.

dear husband,

did you know that you have recently developed a new favorite habit of stealing the covers off of me each night? i cannot understand why you complain about our "hot house" all day and then, when you fall asleep (which is inevitably 3 hours before i do) you consistently grab the covers and violently roll away from me in one swift motion, leaving me bare & freezing.

i try to pull them back. really i do. but husband, you are 9 inches taller than me & significantly stronger and well, sometimes you get grumpy in your sleep (did you know that already?). i'm not sure if you've noticed, but lately i've started bringing the snuggy to bed, because i've realized that with my arms in the sleeves, it's impossible for you to rip it off of me, even though you still try.

i think you are adorable, but this is getting old fast. if you insist on making me sleep without even a sheet, then i am going to insist on turning the thermostat up to 73 before i go to bed each night.

love, 

wife

ps. how much do you love my cheesy title? that much? me too.

miss annie is one.

happy birthday little lady!

we love you.

4th valentines day together.

we spent valentines day eve enjoying a movie, burgers and fries with some of our best friends.
that, in itself, was great & i was satisfied with our v-day festivities.

(ps. i do not enjoy this picture of myself. however, it had to be published because this is one of the only pictures i have ever taken in which i do not have red-eye. a true miracle. and now you can clearly see that my eyes are actually brown and not black.)

however on sunday, g completely surprised me with a candlelight dinner and new perfume (that he picked out all by himself, even though smelling perfumes = death in his eyes) and a gift card from my favorite store. i sort of thought he wasn't listening when i mentioned 200 times in the previous week that i needed new perfume, but apparently, he was. and apparently sending not-so-subtle hints about your gift of choice pays off. good to know.

my gift card is inside that little monster. so cute.
i love my husband.

blair weds.

ms. blair was married to her perfect match, nick, on friday. it was one of my favorite weddings i've ever been to and i'm so glad i got to be one of her bridesmaids. blair looked incredible and everyone was so relaxed and chill the entire day. one of the best parts was being with all of my friends and dancing the night away. i love my friends and we love to dance together. and just for the record, g knows that i am crazy, but i don't think he realized i was that crazy, because he looked a little mortified at times as he watched us get down from his spot against the wall. i can never resist shaking my booty in the middle of a circle when the opportunity presents itself and i think g would rather cut off his feet than do so.

all in all, a great wedding and a gorgeous bride. this woman has been one of my best friends since highschool and i am so grateful for her. i love you, boo.

lunch.

dinner last night looked the same, only bigger.
a balanced diet is very important to me.
hence, the milk.

valentining.

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deliver to friends & neighbors.

*sugar cookies with cream cheese frosting

today, i would rather be...

not that allowing the phlebotomist at my doctor's office to poke and prod me 42 times in an attempt to get some blood out of my veins isn't nice, too.

on a completely un-related note, what are you getting your lover for valentines day? any brilliant ideas you'd like to send my way? i'm wishing i was already on the ball, like last year, when i had his gift purchased, wrapped & perfected by this time. am also thinking about the fact that last year i had brown hair & bangs and should i do that again?

best valentines day.

once upon a valentines day, i was a girl who was in love with a guy named greg. i had been stalking said guy for months and obsessing over whether or not he might be stalking me too. we had been flirting relentlessly every day at work along with talking on the phone all night and texting up a storm (even though he told me that he usually didn't text. how special was i?!). i had never felt such an electric attraction to anyone in my life. an attraction that kept me thinking about him every second and trying to stifle a huge, pathetic grin every time i heard his name. we hadn't yet been out on an actual date, but that didn't stop me from insisting that i was going to marry him some day.

i wasn't sure if i'd get asked out for valentines day. i mean, i'd already decided when we were going to get married, where we would live and how many babies we would have, but i couldn't be sure about the date. after all, i hadn't yet clued him in on the fact that i was the mother of his future children, so i didn't know seriously he was taking our flirting.

when a bouquet of my favorite flowers showed up on my desk at work that day, i considered it a done deal. i spent the next few hours walking shamelessly past his office to smile at him and bat my eyes. and that was that. i had a valentine.

he picked me up that night in his freshly washed audi and we drove to market street listening to the cd that would soon become the soundtrack to our romance. the tunes that still, to this day, remind me of falling in love with him.

i could tell you what we both ordered, wore, joked about, and said, but i'll spare you those details, as i know they don't mean much to anyone but me. all that matters is that it was one of the most magical nights of my life. i sat across from him with a permanent smile on my face and knew that i was looking at the person i would spend the rest of my life with. and when he walked me up the winding staircase to the top of the restaurant and kissed me inside that glass room, i was pretty sure he knew it, too.

4 months later, there was a ring on my finger & almost 4 years later, i still feel just as in love. happy february.

ps. idea from kiersti who shared her best valentines day memory & asked us to do the same. i would love to hear yours next!

nightmares.

this is actually nothing compared to some of the things we've seen this little man do in his sleep (usually it's more like this), but this is the first time we've caught any of it on tape. i'm always rooting for him to catch whatever it is he is chasing. such a funny pup. we love him.

and sorry about the creepy 24 background noise. g is loving this season & i am loving g (so therefore, i watch). are you watching? can't lie, even though j bubba was named after jack bauer, i'm kind of over it.

silly husband.

g is home from work this week and i am loving it. everything is infinitely more fun with him here, but he is also throwing a wrench in my daily cleaning/housekeeping routine.

for example, yesterday, after i made our bed, i asked g to please pick up his basketball shorts. when he didn't do it right away, i asked him a couple more times (yes, i am impatient, i know). finally, he walked into the bedroom, picked up his shorts and put them on my head, like this:

and then he laughed hysterically to himself and ordered me to freeze,
so he could grab the camera. lame.

and then, today, as i hopped into the shower after yoga, i asked him if he would make the bed for me. i couldn't help but laugh after i got out of the shower and saw this.

he is such a boy, isn't he? i love having him around to make me laugh all day.