G3 vs the stair from stacey budke on Vimeo.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Happy Birthday G3
Good morning birthday boy!
Birthday Party at the Park.
Mommy stayed up all night making cookies shaped like the number 1 and the letter G.
Mommy stayed up all night making cookies shaped like the number 1 and the letter G.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
We survived 1 year!
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It's hard to believe G3 will be 1 year. I feel like I should win a prize like on Survivor. This has been by far the hardest year of my life. This was harder than recovery from an MVA that left me in a coma. Harder than freshman year of college.. harder than sorority initiation..harder than rugby initiation...harder than defending my thesis...harder than getting married without my family... you get the point... We will be celebrating tomorrow at the park...details and pics to follow. Check out the show on Flickr.
Hell on Heels
Click on slide show and enjoy the show!
It's hard to believe G3 will be 1 year. I feel like I should win a prize like on Survivor. This has been by far the hardest year of my life. This was harder than recovery from an MVA that left me in a coma. Harder than freshman year of college.. harder than sorority initiation..harder than rugby initiation...harder than defending my thesis...harder than getting married without my family... you get the point... We will be celebrating tomorrow at the park...details and pics to follow. Check out the show on Flickr.
Hell on Heels
Click on slide show and enjoy the show!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Count down to G 3's big birthday
One year ago I looked like this...
Here I am. The winner of the life lottery. Sitting in the Emergency Room clueless as to why I have been sick for three days. The husband leaves to go to the "best sandwich shop" while I sit and wait in limbo for test results. Nurse scissor hands comes in with nurse ratchet to announce with glee that I do not have a rare disease. She says, "Honey your pregnant." She states this like she is welcoming me to the secret club. In total disbelief I debate the fact. Hm mm, basic biology. Frantic call is placed to the husband. Husband argues that he has been in line for 45 minutes and he is now next. Bursting into tears I explain he needs to hurry back to the ER. Husband arrives and I tell him to sit down. Taking a deep breath I announce "We're Pregnant." Calm and collected the husband says," Cool can I go get my sandwich?" Stunned I try to remember just when I became the owner of the winning ticket.
7/17/08
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