“I want to have thirteen daughters.”
January 11, 2010
January 6, 2010
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…
December 7, 2009
[Jacob sent me this card this morning to countdown the days until my 25th birthday. He is the best.]
December 2, 2009
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.
November 30, 2009
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.
November 25, 2009
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
November 24, 2009
Because my husband loves me so much, he sent me this photo today…
[Image via FFFFound!]
I should just go ahead and rename my website HappyHippos.com because photos like this might just keep on coming.
November 22, 2009
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.
October 27, 2009
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?
October 26, 2009
Excuse the vertical orientation of this video. Just look at how amazing this little girl and her Papa are…
October 22, 2009
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.
October 19, 2009
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!
October 5, 2009
Hooray for mornings with Daddy!
September 27, 2009
Waiting for our credit card to be unleashed from the parking garage machine.
Still waiting…
MUTE MATH!!
Drummer Darren King is sickly insane.
Finally, standing at the back of the House of Blues, where we watch the encore and decide to give our next child the middle name of Blue.
Happy Weekend, everyone!
September 13, 2009
This household has the sniffles. I woke up Wednesday with a bad cold, which I passed on to Poppy, which she passed on to her father. So I apologize for being so lax with my posting on here. It’s just that I’ve been so busy SNIFFLING.
While curled up on the couch under the heavy hand of Sudafed PE this week, I searched the INTERNETS for some good old television to watch. Three nights ago I found Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman on Youtube. You have no idea how happy I was to find the first complete season! I used to watch this show religiously with my whole family on Saturday nights. If you’re not familiar with the show, than I’m sorry because what I’m about to say won’t make any sense. But if you were a developing, young, hormonal pre-teenager during the airing of this show, then rejoice with me when I say SULLY IS ALWAYS THROWING THAT AX! I forgot how much I used to want Joe Lando to ride up on a white horse and sweep me away to the Colorodo fronteir via about 1868. Swoon.
After an episode or two of Dr. Quinn, I even got Jacob sucked in. He left for work on Thursday with strict instructions NOT to watch any episodes without him. What’s that I hear? The faint cry of my husband cursing this website for telling all of his most appalling secrets? It’s true. We are watching Jane Seymour act her little heart out together, almost every chance we get. It has become a disease of sorts.
So in case you were actually wondering what we’ve been up to, that’s it. Sniffling, snuggling, and watching some really awful, addicting TV.