A little Q&A

These are all real questions from real people. I kid you not.

Question. Another girl, hey?

Answer. Yes, believe it or not the chances were 50/50 this time around too!

Question. Are you going to try again for a boy?

Answer. First of all, let’s take them one at a time, ok? Second, I remind you of the 50/50 thing. Third, girls are lovely and I’ve never been sure of the whole “one of each” thing. Fourth, how does one “try” for a boy or girl? Wait, don’t tell me. I have a feeling that involves some pretty graphic details. You know what, let me just call you when we are “trying” and you can give me advice then. Right at that moment. While we are “trying.” And fifth! You’re making me use too many quotation marks.

Question. Was Jacob disappointed this baby wasn’t a boy?

Answer. No. I’m disappointed that you are asking me such a stupid question though.

Question. Are you naming this one something totally weird too?

Answer. Yes, what’s your name? We’ll use that.

Question. Is Poppy really ready to be a big sister?

Answer. She rubs my belly and says “baby.” But she doesn’t really like anyone touching her things and she demands my attention 24/7, so uh, yeah. I think we’re in for a bit of an adjustment period.

Question. Three girls in the house! Poor Jacob is really in for it, huh?

Answer. You obviously don’t have a good grip on our family dynamics. Betcha can’t guess who cries more during movies? And don’t worry about Jacob too much. He’ll sync up his monthly cycle with the rest of us in no time.

People have said really nice things too, but I honestly can’t believe the amount of “boy” comments. I’m sure mothers of only girls or only boys out there can relate to my pain. It’s just completely weird how forward people can get on the subject. Alas, boys and girls are wonderful and we need them all. But please, stop with the comments! My children are unique and whole human beings with a variety of complex interests and personality traits. I’d rather you get to know their personalities then to comment on gender generalities and how crazy it will be for Jacob and all these girls. And the pink everywhere! And the hormones! And the dating! And the crying! And the AHHHH! GIRLS!

I just so happen to like them.

The best Daddy I know…

Poppy +Daddy

Poppy +Daddy

Poppy + Daddy

Poppy + Daddy

Happy Father’s Day!

Jacob’s most ridiculously funny quote, to date.

“I want to have thirteen daughters.”

Asterisks for Jacob

I love my husband because he

*stayed up late last night to do the dishes

*got up early this morning to shovel the driveway

*spent nine hours at work to provide for us

*came home to a stir-crazy baby and wife and still has the energy to make this amazing memory…

sledding1_bw

Three

countdown three

[Jacob sent me this card this morning to countdown the days until my 25th birthday. He is the best.]

Painting progress and the well-oiled machine that is our marriage

I’m not updating this blog so regularly because I’m busy painting. Actually, that’s not true. I’m not painting at all because Jacob won’t let me because I suck at it. He said he loves me anyway.

In the meanwhile I keep myself busy by yelling at Jacob for dripping paint on the carpet and doing silly dances for him while he paints.

Jacob painting

A conversation on sleeping bags and geekness between Jacob and Leanne

Tauntaun sleeping bag

LEANNE: OMG … look at this

JACOB: Holy crap that’s amazing

LEANNE: You need that. I especially like the light saber zipper pull.

JACOB: I know, if it wasn’t $100 I’d say go for it

LEANNE: Yeah, plus its not a -40 degree sleeping bag, which you insist on having in case we’re ever trapped in the arctic on a scientific expedition gone wrong

JACOB: Good point. My outdoor geek was blinded by my sci-fi geek

LEANNE: In a mass explosion of geekness

JACOB: It’s tough being me.

Happy Thanksgiving

Tonight as I sat around the table(s) with my dad’s side of the family for our annual Thanksgiving Eve dinner, I listened to each and every family member say aloud what it is they are most thankful for this year. As it rounded the bend to my turn, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. It was amazing to speak the words from my mouth and share my heart with my family. I am thankful for my husband, whom I love. I am thankful for our daughter. I am thankful for our new home. My husband’s job. We have so much to be grateful for this year, but the best part? The only part? Having a family to share my life with. That is what I am most thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving

The cute keeps on getting cuter

Because my husband loves me so much, he sent me this photo today…

HIPPO

[Image via FFFFound!]

I should just go ahead and rename my website HappyHippos.com because photos like this might just keep on coming.

Weekend Moment:: Poppy’s door

Door

I sat outside Poppy’s door tonight and listened while Jacob rocked her little body to sleep and sang sweetly to her…

There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren´t any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud

I love this sound more than I can express. But I guess if I had to explain it, it would go something like this – colorful rainbows wrapped in teddy bear hugs with oodles of chocolate syrup pouring from mountains of candy with newborn babies and kittens running naked through fields of Enya CDs.

Things We’ve Decided I Can Never Be

Jacob and I have a running list of careers I should never, ever attempt; mainly because of my supreme lack of human-to-human courtesy, but also for other reasons like lack of basic kindergarten skills and fear of four-legged domesticated creatures.

So far, we have…

1. Guidance counselor – Obviously.

2. Nurse – I love to say “Suck it up!”

3. Waitress – I’d be the one to spit in your food, Non-Tipping Pompous Bastard at Table 12.

4. Pastor – See #2.

5. Librarian – I can’t alphabetize without singing the entire ABC’s song. Aloud.

5. Mailman – I’m afraid of dogs. Actually, this fear alone disqualifies me for quite a few professions, but definitely a mailman. Also, I hate walking.

What can’t you be?

Weekend Moment:: First Steps

Excuse the vertical orientation of this video. Just look at how amazing this little girl and her Papa are…

Pandemic prep

Jacob woke up sick last night, which means the GERMS are here! He’s definitely got some kind of stomach bug/flu/H1N1 panic! panic! panic!

I kid you. Just like I didn’t believe Y2K would wipe out the entire planet, I also don’t believe this flu season will wipe out humanity as we know it. Just in case though, I did stack up on distilled water, one hundred cans of beans, more D batteries than you can imagine, and a few assorted automatic weapons. I don’t want the swine flu ZOMBIES coming into my house to feast upon our rotting flesh after we become comatose from exposure to H1N1 through contact with the hundreds of diseased, decomposing bodies filling the streets below us.

Thank you, Jesus for Lysol disinfectant wipes. Amen.

Weekend Moment:: Baby Snuggles

Weekend Moment:: Snuggles

I’m starting to see a pattern in our weekend moments. There’s always that baby! And we’re always snuggling her! Life is so good.

Poppy and I were little theater-widow shut-ins this weekend, again. You have heard about the plight of theater widows, right? A topic close to my heart that I have written about here and here. Jacob is currently doing a run of a musical review this month and consequently, Poppy and I have had many hours cooped up in the house each weekend to snuggle each other and see who can burp the loudest.

Happy Monday!

Weekend Moment

Hooray for mornings with Daddy!

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