File this under ‘Out of the Mouths of Babes’:
Last week, after I had picked Zoey up from my mom’s house, I pulled the Mommy Mobile into our driveway and Zoey and I spotted Brutus (our black lab) laying on our porch. Naturally, as soon as Brutus eyed my truck, he started barking like crazy.
This is what I heard from the backseat: “There’s Brutus barking like an ass. He’s so silly.”
My jaw dropped.
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The other night, Zoey was having a hard time sleeping, so she ended up in our bed between Greg and I.
Typically, when I carry her into our room in the middle of the night, I always lay her down on one side of my pillow–so that I can lay down on the other side of the pillow. So we can SHARE it, right? But she ALWAYS moves over so that she’s in the middle of the pillow–and I’m always left with only a few inches of pillow and bed space.
Same thing happened the other night. I laid her down and while I was trying to wrestle the blanket out from underneath Scout (who insists on sleeping on our bed every night), Zoey moved over to the middle of the pillow. So, when I laid down, I gently moved her back to the side of the pillow.
“Heh. You have big butt.”
At 3:30 in the morning, my daughter decided to inform me of this. Across the bed, I heard Greg snicker.
Two years ago, I took a chance and started blogging. Two years ago, I started writing about our experiences as first-time parents to a beautiful baby girl and the chaos of living with two cats and two dogs. Two years went by really, really fast (read: stop growing up, Zoey Grace).
So, what did we do this past weekend, our birthday weekend? Greg and I took Zoey to family swim at the YWCA, we watched Zoey’s new favorite show, Wipeout, I crocheted a bit and we all took a nap–you know, a typical Saturday and Sunday. It was partly because I forgot this was our birthday weekend, but also because I think the best way to celebrate something like this is spending time with the awesome people who make up this blog and make me a better person.
I love you, Gregory James and Zoey Grace–my two favorite people in the whole world. Thank you for encouraging me and helping me to create memories and, therefore, stories for this here dog-and-pony-show blog.
And thanks to all of the readers, who have hung in there and supported us with comments, likes and follows. We hope you stick around and enjoy our adventures.
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If you haven’t read the first part of our Easter weekend, you might want to take a look here.
Let’s get right into it:
So, as I mentioned in the last post, the Easter Bunny had left a special basket full of goodies for Zoey at Aunt Kim’s house. She had already tried out the bubbles with her cousin Lisa at their house, but when we got back home, she was all about trying out the sidewalk chalk. Since the weather was actually cooperating for the first time in MONTHS, Greg, Zoey and I headed outside to play.
The sidewalk chalk was shaped like a piece of cake, a doughnut and a piece of pie.
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After a relatively stressful week at work, I was more than happy to see the weekend arrive. Greg, Zoey and I had absolutely no plans, which is kind of rare anymore with her swimming lessons, visiting family, etc. So, I was looking forward to just chillin’ around the homestead for a while.
Saturday, all three of us just lazed around the house for the entire day. Playing, watching tv–just relaxing. Zoey’s swimming lessons were cancelled for this week, so we were able to stay at home the entire day. Sure, I had plans of working on our new super-huge home project–turning our downstairs office into a playroom. Did it happen? No. But that’s okay because I think all three of us needed a day like that–to just chill and enjoy each others company.
Sunday, we headed to Greg’s sister’s house for lunch. Naturally, when we got there, I promptly slipped on ice in their driveway and fell to my knees. I was carrying Zoey at the time and when I fell, her weight shifted so that, kind of in slow motion, she was suddenly falling backwards–and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. It was like it happened in slow motion–her eyes on mine, a questioning look in them, my arms just totally giving out because you know, SHE’S A TODDLER AND JUST SECONDS BEFORE I HAD TRIED TO GET HER TO WALK ON HER OWN. I heard the tiniest little thud as the back of her head hit the ground.
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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.
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.