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Catching Up: Zoey’s Birthday Party, Part Two

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Like last year, we had Zoey’s birthday party this year at Greg’s dad and stepmom’s house on Little York Lake so people could swim if they were so inclined. You know, mermaid/under-the-sea party theme…it just sort of works better next to water. The only problem was that for about a week before the party, the weatherman had been predicting a 30 to 40 percent chance of rain in the afternoon—smack dab in the middle of Zoey’s party.

Needless to say, I was a nervous nelly about the weather for a good week or so. Sure, if it had rained, we could have had the party inside, but I knew Zoey was looking forward to swimming and I had told all of her cousins to bring their swimsuits And OMG IT BETTER NOT RAIN.

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The Lupus Walk 2013 In Pictures, Part Two

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If you haven’t read the first part of our Lupus Walk 2013 adventure, check it out here.

Let’s get right to it:

So, after the kajillion pictures of the team and Zoey losing her mind over meeting the Build-A-Bear bear and consequently attempting to break into the Build-A-Bear store, we actually got some walking done:

L-R: Rowan, Zoey, Keagan and Cristy

The cousins

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The Lupus Walk 2013 In Pictures, Part One

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Yesterday was a CRAYHAYZAY day. Zoey and I pulled ourselves out of bed super-early and got ready to head off to Destiny USA (formerly known as Carousel mall before they made it into a behemoth of ridiculously expensive restaurants, upscale stores and, apparently, some sort of ropes course). For the fifth year in the row, I was ready to participate in the annual Lupus Walk at Carousel mall (whatever. It will always be Carousel mall to me) and Zoey was going along with me for the fourth year (if you include the year I was impregnito).

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St. Baldricks 2013, Part Two

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If you missed the first part of our St. Baldricks adventure, check it out here.

Okay, let’s get right to it:

When we left off, the team was heading to Kitty Hoynes to take part in the St. Baldricks event there. This is the view of Kitty Hoynes (on the corner) from the parking garage across the road:

Looks like a quiet, Sunday afternoon at the bar, right? Take a look at what it was like INSIDE Kitty Hoynes:

Wall-to-wall people, holy moly. You couldn’t walk one step without running into someone. It was CRAZY. The boys signed in and then we slowly made our way towards the stage (see where the people are shaving hair towards the middle of the picture?) and hung out there until it was our turn.

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Lang!

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Today, one of my two favorite people (because the little girl we have is the other favorite) in the entire world turns, er, over twenty-five (heh) and I hope he has the most wonderful birthday EVER. Let me tell you a little bit about my Greg so you can see just how awesome he is: he’s funny, he can dance and oh my gosh ladies, he SINGS like a rockstar. Also, he COOKS LIKE A BOSS. And he empties the dishwasher. Without being asked. Seriously–one in a million, he is.

What else?

He gives me hugs when I’m down, encourages me when I have one of my grandiose ideas that inevitably won’t work out and he makes me laugh all of the time.

He started his own business to help support our family and he’s the first person there when someone he knows needs help or a shoulder to cry on. He’s a champion for those who cannot help himself and an advocate for equality, human rights and humane treatment of animals.

And let’s not forget he’s the MOST AWESOME DAD IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. Take this past Friday, for example: my mom was sick and couldn’t want Zoey for the day. So, when I got the call from Mom, I woke Greg up around six in the morning to see if he could hang out with Zoey for the day–he didn’t hesitate for a second. And later when I was at work, he sent me a picture of Miss Zoey all snuggled up under blankets on our bed–she was eating popcorn and watching the news with Daddy.

Later on in the day, they colored in her coloring book and watched the Fresh Beat Band together. Zoey had such a wonderful day with her Daddy; she told me all about it when I got home from work.

I watch Greg play with Zoey or just listen to one of her rambling baby babble and I fall in love with him all over again. I see him snuggle with one of our dogs or experience him supporting me no matter what and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

He is my Greg; he is my everything. And I will love him forever.

Happy birthday to the most amazing man in the entire world. You deserve it.

Our Christmas 2012, Part One (In Pictures)

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So, our Christmas actually started on Christmas Eve when Greg, Zoey and I went to our dear friends’ house–Kim and Dave have a Christmas Eve party every year and we always make sure we go for at least a little while. It’s our chance to see a lot of Greg’s family and friends that we don’t necessarily see during the year.

At the party last year, Miss Zoey was so incredibly shy. She barely talked to anyone and if anyone looked her way, she crawled up into my lap and buried her head in my shirt. But this year….holy moly, you guys, she was a totally different kid up there. This year, she spent her time spinning in circles in Kim and Dave’s living room, giving people high fives, answering the question about what she wanted Santa to bring her for Christmas and just generally charming the socks off of everyone. She drank a lot of soda (much more than we usually give her) and discovered the wonder of mini hot dogs as an appetizer.

When Kim’s cousin started playing guitar and singing, Zoey was a little miffed that she wasn’t allowed to play guitar with him, but then she decided she was satisfied to stand right directly in front of where he was sitting on a stool and clap after every song. Then Greg started signing with the guy and Zoey was entranced. If the guy had sung Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or something from The Fresh Beat Band, Zoey probably would have wanted to marry him.

When we got home from their house, Zoey took about five minutes to lay out her stocking and decide what treats to leave for Santa and his reindeer before she announced that she was tired and wanted to go to bed (for the record, she left out two Oreos and a big girl Minnie Mouse cup of milk for Santa and two baby carrots for the reindeer–the kind of treats and number were totally up to her). And then Greg and I went to work wrapping her presents and stuffing her stocking.

The next morning, Zoey wasn’t entirely into the idea of Christmas and presents right away. In fact, being quite possibly the worst morning person in the world, she asked me to bring everything upstairs to her room so that she wouldn’t have to get out of bed. Quite the princess, eh? Obviously, Greg and I didn’t do that and once we got her downstairs and she saw her stocking and all of the presents, she must have decided this Christmas thing wasn’t all that bad because she started to get into the spirit of things.

She picked out the Tinkerbell stocking herself

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