Wednesday, November 30, 2011

by george, i think we've done it.

just to get all the awkward (to me) questions out of the way: yes, it was planned; yes, we are very excited; no, cash doesn't have any idea what the heck we are talking about and why yes, i AM feeling quite barfy.

i think that about covers it.

[[here's a fair warning: i tend to be not very nice while i'm pregnant. so...sorry about that. but you better get used to it. just saying.]]

Saturday, November 26, 2011

cash in november.

-- he's really starting to play the 'repeating game' - i love watching him try to connect his brain to his mouth to get the words to come out right. (couch is almost always church on the first try.)

-- he is in love with a stuffed christmas dog toy he found at petco.

-- he uses "m's" when he should be using "b's" and "o's" when he should use "m's." trying to decipher what he's saying is not unlike speaking to an angry foreigner.

-- he throws 10-second tantrums. that's typically all it takes in time-out before he comes to me with his apology hugs.

-- we've watched the original cartoon grinch movie about 7 times. and it's not even december yet. i shouldn't have busted out the christmas movies in front of him.

-- he's always the best behaved when i least expect it.

-- he ate nothing but peas and cranberries at thanksgiving.

-- he likes to run around shirtless in the morning. even when it's freezing cold.

-- every morning he comes into the bedroom, flips on the light and climbs in to snuggle for 10 minutes. it is hands down the best way to start my morning (i could do without the light though.)

-- when we're at target, he'll point out certain clothes and yell, "cuuuuuuuute!" he actually has pretty good taste. most of the time.

-- anything that is not HIS idea, is a BAD idea.

-- he tried to cat-nap his aunt lisa's cat when we were leaving her house. he wants his very own kitty SO. BAD. (no, santa isn't bringing him one. the pets don't need to outnumber the humans here, thank you very much.)

-- he hardly gets any milk anymore because i refuse to give it to him in a bottle and he refuses to drink it out of a cup. i don't think he realizes he's dealing with the MASTER of stubborness.

-- he takes a nap about every 3rd day. i'm learning to live with it.

-- he gets his little feelings hurt so easily. i always feel like crap when i do it without realizing, only to find him standing there in tears.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

giving thanks.

this year, i'm thankful for a hard-working husband that willingly sacrifices for his family.
having just enough.
a warm house in stormy weather.
a little boy that would rather collect sticks and rocks than sit inside and be warm.
sweet snuggles.
my mom.
some of the very best friends.
being healthy.
wonderful grandparents.
warm blankets.
handmade things.
a dining room table lovingly decorated with marker by a certain boy.
christmas music on the radio far too early for me to admit enjoying.

and i'm thankful for the ability to be content with this life.
i'm so very lucky.

wishing you a wonderful thanksgiving!

[[here's what i was thankful for last year and the year before that.]]

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


sometimes the perfect accessory IS a wreath of flowers in your hair.
this boy is endlessly entertaining.

[[as if to hit this point home, he's currently outside playing in the yard in the pouring rain. no hat, in his tennis shoes, soaked to the bone. and happy as a clam.]]

Monday, November 21, 2011


cash - you're unlike any little boy i've ever met.
you're messy and complicated, sweet and kind, quick to anger and stubborn, generous and loving.
you're wonderful and unique and i wouldn't change a single thing about you.
(though your affinity for leaving bits of play-dough all over the house i could do without.)
you were a most unexpected surprise but there was never once a day that you weren't wanted.
it's not all sunshine and lollipops - sometimes being your momma is downright difficult.
but i wouldn't trade it for anything.
i know that someday i'll just embarrass you and you will much rather spend time with your friends.
just know that your dad and i have always loved you.
and we always will.

happy 3rd birthday sweet boy.

xo - your momma and daddy

Friday, November 18, 2011

on sarcasm.

ok so THIS, is kind of awesome.
"An inability to understand sarcasm may be an early warning sign of brain disease."
i have a couple of high school teachers that need a brain scan STAT.
i was so misunderstood.
or just a jerk. that could be it too.
this also means that cash is going to be brilliant, since this article basically says that if you understand sarcasm, you're just a teensy bit smarter.
i'm pretty sure cash will speak fluent sarcasm before he fully masters english.
actually, i'm positive of this.
i have no idea who he could have possibly inherited this trait from.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


[nate, rooting through the freezer] why is the cool whip in the freezer? how am i supposed to eat it?
me: you are not supposed to eat it. it's for cash's birthday cake so HANDS OFF. 
nate: well that's not very nice.
me: i swear, if you even LOOK at it, i will beat you.
nate: you know, i think you've gotten meaner.
me: oh, whatever. SHUT THE FREEZER.

nate happens to have a pretty wicked sweet tooth and there are certain things that he just can't be trusted with.
cool whip being one of them. (along with frosting and any sort of sour, gummy candy.)
i've learned to take extreme measures over the years to keep him out of stuff i don't want him to eat.
he more than makes up for our kid that doesn't like sweets.
good thing he's cute.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

the cuddle-bug.

cash has become quite the little cuddle monster.
it's absolutely the best part of my day.
sometimes he lies down on the couch and make me put my head on his chest while he sticks his fingers in my ear (which isn't really as annoying as it sounds.)
sometimes he sits on my lap, making sure my arms are securely around him, and place his head on a very specific part of my cheek.
and sometimes he'll just lean his little face against mine, so our cheeks are touching.
when he does that, i forget to care that he filled the couch with bits of blue play-dough or that he snuck into the kitchen cupboards and ate half a box of fruit snacks.
i love that sweet boy.

[[remember the boy that wouldn't ever wear hats? now he won't take this one off.]]

Monday, November 14, 2011


cash and i just got back from a quick 5 day trip to california to see our family.
it was the first time cash has ever been out of state, first time on a long (ish) road trip, first time meeting a lot of our family.
it also marks the first time we've ever been away from nate for that long (myself included.)
it was a little rough.
when nate got home from work the morning after we got back (the first time we got to see him) i've never seen him look so happy.
this is the last time i'm ever leaving the state without him though - while we were gone he went car shopping and found the perfect car (which we bought) and we may have also adopted a cat.
clearly he can't be trusted.
in any case, i don't ever want to forget:

-- cash getting worried and scared the first night when we kept driving and driving. at one point he realized there was no way we were going home and started crying. i had to call nate so he could talk to him and calm him down.

-- stopping at rest stops to pee and run laps with cash to burn up energy.

-- trips to the coolest park down the street from my grandparents house; trips that always ended in epic meltdowns.

-- cash giving himself a black eye when he ran into a door knob.

-- cash and i going swimming at 8:30 in the morning. he loves the water and spent the entire time jumping off the edge into my arms.

-- walking laps around the hotel in our jammies to let mom and lisa sleep a bit longer.

-- breakfast at the hotel (omelet and hashbrowns for me, bacon and cantalope for him.)

-- my grandpa teasing cash just like he used to tease me. cash didn't take to it too well at first but eventually started dishing it right back to him.

-- cash watching the wizard of oz, holding hands with my grandpa and lisa.

-- daily starbucks runs (as soon as we got into the car at the hotel cash would say, "coffee? coffee?" awesome.)

-- cash falling asleep on the couch, goldfish in hand, with a house full of loud, crazy people. he snored away for 2 hours.

-- at night when he was ready to turn the lights out and sleep, he would grab my head and put it on his chest. i wasn't allowed to move until he finally drifted off (if i tried, he would grab me and put my head back.) it was the best. until 3 in the morning when i would get a finger up the nose or a knee in the rib. we haven't slept in the same bed since he was an infant and i won't lie and say i didn't enjoy it.

-- cash and i cuddling in the big grey chair, him eventually falling asleep so soundly that i had to eat dinner with one hand, my plate balanced on the arm, because i couldn't get him to move.

-- cash completely forgetting how shy he is, saying a great big, "Thank you!" to my aunt and uncle who gave him some Thomas the Train toys.

-- cash eating a package of tortillas almost entirely to himself. my grandpa makes them the best. (cash agrees.)

-- getting completely embarrassed when my grandma started making perverted jokes. i'm going to need so much therapy.

-- getting a sweet little kiss from my youngest cousin.

-- cash getting a huge smile on his face every time we called nate.

-- sending nate a billion picture message updates about what we were doing.

-- completely biffing it on this spinning toy at the playground. like, bad. it was hilarious.

we can't wait to go back.
with nate, of course.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

halloween 2011.

a monster, adam levine and a pirate.
of course, piper was costumed too. duh.
eta: cash isn't a trick or treater (he hates strangers. and candy. kind of a bogus holiday for him) so we hung out at mom's house eating lollipops (the only type of candy he likes) and watching charlie brown. a successful halloween!

Monday, November 7, 2011

Sunday, November 6, 2011

the accent.

now that cash is talking more and more, he's picked up a distinct accent.
a boston accent, in fact.
words that normally only have one syllabel now have two or three.
haaaaa-eeh -- hair
deeeee-aaaah -- deer
eeeee-aaaaah -- ear
it's all very hilarious.
and a little unfortunate, since i've picked up the habit now too.
we sound AWESOME around here.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

wherein i practice chemical warefare.

cash got his first bee sting yesterday. and his second. and his third. and possibly fourth.
he was outside playing while i was in putting away the groceries.
he had already managed to get his gloves tangled up in some blackberry bushes so i was keeping a closer eye on him than usual.
i had just opened the front door when i heard him let out an earth-shattering scream.
i bolted outside to find him standing in front of a bee's nest, covered (literally, COVERED) in bees.
they were all over his little hat, on and inside his gloves and crawling all over his jacket.
i whipped his gloves and hat off and was carrying him inside when nate came dashing out, wondering what the hell was going on (he said he thought cash had lost a limb, he was screaming so much.)
cash is a toughie and stopped screaming hysterically fairly quickly but he got stung pretty good on his hands so i set him up on the couch with a movie and a bag of frozen peas.
and then i started plotting my revenge.

i've always had a fairly cavalier attitude towards bee's for some reason. they just don't frighten me. (i remember getting right up close to the bee hives in the blueberry fields to investigate. stupid, i tell you.)
i've known that the bee's had made a nest there but up until today they haven't been an issue.
so i started researching inventive ways to poison them with homemade remedies.
and i after a little google education, i came up with a little concoction of red pepper flakes, pepper, dish soap and warm water.
and thus began my 'chemical' assault.

this is another one of those times that i'm glad i don't have neighbors.
because the lady who screams, "DIE BITCHES, DIE!!" while holding a bowl of poison doesn't get invited to block parties.
i'm happy to report that it worked and killed dozens of them.
unfortunately, i think its going to take a couple rounds before i get them all.
which is fine.
cause those bastards are going DOWN.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


cash is all about sharing right now, especially if it's something he happens to be eating.
he'll almost always offer you a bite (word to the wise: proceed with caution. i've ingested more dog hair this way then i'd care to admit.)
the other day i was in the other room when i realized cash and piper were being profoundly quiet.
and i came in to this:
 piper was most upset when i made him stop.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

the carving.

cash could not have been less interested in carving pumpkins this year.
so i gutted (my favorite.)
nate carved (his favorite.)
and cash sat on the kitchen floor eating goldfish (HIS favorite.)

we're a pretty good team when it comes to carving pumpkins since i can't be trusted with sharp knives and he hates gutting with a fervent passion.
he's way better at carving anyway (he did this completely freehand. makes me a little angry.)