Allow me to brag about my

husband for a moment. I've had quite a stressful couple of weeks at work--I won't go into details, but suffice it to say, I've been in need of some downtime. Yesterday he came up to me and said, "Why don't I take Sofia with me and go run some errands and you can have some time to do whatever you want." I was able to take a shower (uninterrupted, mind you--no having to set up a bouncy seat in the bathroom and entertain a baby while simultaneously trying to shave my legs); do my hair; and DO MY TOENAILS!!! Upon my family's return, I was calm and happy, they were calm and happy, and David even brought me a coffee. Heaven! Oh, yeah.....and did I mention he did the ironing?

Drumroll, please............

For those who have been patiently waiting, here are a few pictures of Sofia from the last couple of months or so. There's Sofalicious in her Halloween costume; sporting her glow-in-the-dark Halloween jammies; and playing inside Daddy's tuba. Enjoy!

I just want to love you, Clint Eastwood

OK, so how random is this post? But let me preface by saying, I have nothing but the utmost respect for Clint Eastwood and his craft. But this has been bugging me since last night, and I just have to get it off my chest:

For years I've joked about how the spaghetti western trilogy of "A Fistful of Dollars," "For a Few Dollars More" and "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly" all have the same plot: Tough, mysterious, loner man (a bounty hunter, nonetheless) travels through desert. Shooting and fighting ensues. Man travels through desert some more. More shooting and fighting ensue. Man continues to travel through desert. BIG BIG shoot-out/show-down takes place. Tough, mysterious, loner man goes on his way. So, last night David wanted to watch 1977's "The Gauntlet". Thinking this might be the Clint Eastwood movie to turn things around for me, I was eager to see it. What it turned out to be was this: Tough, mysterious, loner man (a police officer this time) must transport a witness from Vegas to Phoenix. I won't ruin the details for you in case you haven't seen it, but what basically ensues is this: Travel through the desert. Shooting. Travel through desert some more. More shooting BIG BIG shoot out/show-down. REALLY?! I just want to love you, Mr. Hollywood Legend Clint Eastwood--why are you making it so difficult? Maybe I need to go rent "Gran Torino"........

Storytime with Mr. W

One of my schools had its book fair last Saturday. It was held at a bookstore in town, and one of the entertainment events for the afternoon was "Storytime" with our phy ed teacher. He's so great with kids, and as you can see by the picture, he had Sofia totally enthralled by "A Charlie Brown Christmas".

New Look

I decided to change up the look of the blog. I liked my previous background, but I never felt like it made my blog "mine". I think this one suits me much better. What do you think?

Thanksgiving

As the holiday weekend begins its downhill slide, I figured I'd take a moment to give Thanksgiving its moment to shine. Poor Thanksgiving. When did it become the forgotten holiday? When did it become a mere excuse to overeat with family? (As if I need a reason to overeat.) Does it irk anyone else to see Christmas decorations up in homes and storefronts the day after Halloween? I've made it my own personal mission to give Thanksgiving its proper due. I'm determined that Sofia will know Thanksgiving and why it's important. So, here's a rundown of the Family Thanksgiving 2009:

David and I bought Sofia some cute little Thanksgiving books and spent the last week reading to her about the first Thanksgiving. Of course, there was a silly "Ten Turkeys On a Fence" book as well, but hey--it can't all be serious. We also watched the classic, "A Charlie Brown Thanksgving." We started Turkey Day at my parent's and then later went to David's parent's. Sofia had on a special dress for Thanksgiving and we were even going to take some family pictures. What ended up happening was that my hair freaked out (why?!) and then Sof fell asleep for the better part of 4 hours (which was OK, considering she had not slept AT ALL the couple nights before.) While she slept, I tried to battle my hair--namely my bangs. The battle could not be won, and in the end Annie ended up taking a scissors to my head, which resolved the hair issue, but by the time Sof woke up, it was time to head over to David's parents. There she proceeded to eat, spit up, and sleep some more. So much for the "fancy" first Thanksgiving portrait. Looking back, what would have made a great photo was David sitting on his parent's kitchen floor with a diaper-only clad Sofia (due to all the spitting up) trying to get the dog to cuddle up to the baby, and the dog wanting nothing to do with Baby Girl and only wanting to snuggle David. Great memories, nonetheless. So, what am I thankful for this year? Where do I begin? I am thankful for:

*my wonderful husband who loves being a daddy as much as I love being a mama.
*delivering a healthy and happy baby this summer who continues to be our healthy and happy little one.
*the friends and family around us who love Sofia as much as we do. It really does take a village, and we have the best one, hands-down. I don't know what we'd do without them--we are so blessed.
*David and I being able to continue in our careers when so many have lost their jobs and are feeling the pinch of a suffering economy.
*this little old house that has become our home. There is still more work to be done, but the remodeling and renovations have taught us so many things, in so many different ways.
*Coffee. Red wine. Shoe sales. Martinis with huge green olives. (But only when your brother-in-law doesn't steal your olives. Yes, that's directed at you, Dan.) Hey--you have to throw a little humor in there, too, right?

I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Now the Christmas festivities may begin!

Monday Night Conversation

Scene: My parents' kitchen. David's finishing dinner and Andrew's watching the football game. TV commercial comes on. The following exchange ensues.

Andrew: Man, I wish we had a Popeye's.
David: Why? Do you want diarrhea?
Andrew: But they have crawfish.

This is why I love these boys.