2010: A year of firsts...in pictures.

For old acquaintance be forgot, la da da ta da da da... or whatever.

This year has been a huge one in our house and I've done as much documenting of the big days as I could. This post is more for me as I look back at the year 2 became 3 and we turned into a family. Here are the highlights...

Jan:I am fat and my dream boat Rutherford (DBR) started his own dream biz.

Those lips and cheeks!

Feb: I turn 33 so I am old AND fat.

Ugh.

The fat one enjoying the last bit of quiet time with Mom.

March: I am REALLY fat but on March 10th at 5:24 pm I get less fat by giving birth to the worlds    most beautiful child. Weighing in at 8.11 lbs and 22.5 inches (Wha??).

First family photo.

First nap with Daddy.

Mid-March: Bigger boobs. Not just big but GARGANTUAN big. When the milk came in I freaked out. Called my sister-in-law, Celena, who happens to be a post-pardum nurse for help. She shows up, I open shirt, she laughs. "Those are the biggest boobs I have EVER seen! And I'm a nurse!" Awesome. Thank you.

The next few months are a blur. Barf, poop, tears (hers and mine), Desitin eating (4 times, really), butt wiping, bath giving, bottle making...blur.

First Bath. Not happy.

First Easter.

First Easter Bunny. Slept thru it.

First DiamondBack's game. Slept thru that too.

First Father's Day.

First 4th of July. Not happy.

First trip to Olive Garden.

First sold food. Not amused.

First haircut.

First bubble bath.

 August: We get a menace of a puppy (yay! boo!). We also have our Boogie's first plane ride (to Idaho for Uncle Joey's wedding) and first long car ride (to Flagstaff for Cousin Pat's wedding).

First crawl.

First Halloween.

First OhioState beats Mich(again) game! Go Bucks!

First time standing.

First flu.

First Santa.

 December: First Christmas and first blog post....and now were up to date.

Just in case you were wondering, DBR's business is doing amazing, even in this economy. He has worked so hard and the Boogie and I are so proud of him and all he has done. Go big Daddy!

2010 has been a blessed and beautiful year and I can't wait to see what 2011 holds for us. Thank you everyone for all the support and love you have shown for this piddly little blog. I appreciate it all. 

I wish you and yours all the best in the New Year! See ya next year!

P.S.
My new year's resolution is to run the Rock & Roll Marathon in Jan, organize the office and clean out all 4 of my junk drawers. There, I said it, now someone hold me to it.

Wordless Wednesday- WTH! Edition

All first should be documented. This was Boogies first taste of food...and not the good stuff, just the rice cereal. Judging from her face....it didn't go over well.

P.S.
Is it me or does she look like Kramer as a baby? 

Santa!

 

Hope the fat guy from up north broke into your home and left you everything on your list. He was a huge hit here. Lots of great stuff for the Boogie's first Christmas. But apparently we should have just filled a box with wrapping paper and let her at it. Guess I know what to get her for the birthday.

Merry Christmas Everyone! From our home to yours!
                                                  Love,
Nicole, my dreamboat Rutherford, the Boogie, the fat one and the little one

Wordless Wednesday! #1

My first Wordless Wednesday is dedicated to my daughter, Boogie, and the littlest mutt from the last post.

Further evidence that he is a menace.

Happy Wednesday everyone. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get the dog out of the Christmas tree...

Meet the Mutts

So this is where the whole blogging thing gets REAL. And by real I mean real hard. I feel like one of those one hit wonder bands getting ready to release their sophomore album and realizing they are actually talentless hacks who got lucky with the first song because you can’t get ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’ out of your head no matter how hard you try. And I’ve tried.

Great. Now I’m going to get bombarded with hate mail from you people who are reading this and will now be singing that song in your head all day.

Oopsie. My bad.

Great. Now I have it stuck in my head now too.

I am my own worst enemy.

But speaking of dogs…. (See how I tied that in? I am so clever.)

We have 2. The fat one and the little one. They have actual names. Beanie (the little one) and Cece (the fat one). 

The fat one.

                                       

The little one.

                                        

Them being fat and little in the toy box.

                 

They are pretty hysterical, I have to admit. Beanie, the little one, is named after Chris "Beanie" Wells. The 1st round draft pick in 2009 out of THE Ohio State University, now running back for our beloved, but terrible, Arizona Cardinals and who didn't do much this year but take up precious real estate on my fantasy football roster. Sad.  

My dream boat, Rutherford, came home with this little wiener when our Boogie was 6 months old. What better time to get a puppy, right? The baby is finally sleeping through the night and since I really miss being up all night, lets get a PUPPY who needs to pee, and/or, crap approximately every 3 hours!

Boo!

But now the little monster is just about 6 months old and sleeping perfectly through the night. Ahh, sleep. How I missed thee.

This is also the little one we lovingly refer to as the idiot savant. The dog is a genius. Not. Kidding. He has figured out how to run a single circuit around the house while simultaneously turning on every baby toy that either sings or lights up. It's amazing. It's like a freakin' circus act! And yet, we can't figure out how to crap outside all the time. Sigh.

He also thinks all of the baby toys are just very expensive dog toys. I beg to differ. 

This little bugger has actually PUSHED my daughter OUT of the baby gym so he can hang from the toys. WTH? Boogie has actually taken to stalking the dog now. Today she crawled over to him while he was, of course, trying to ingest one of her toys and she cut out the middleman and  just put her mouth on the same toy. Cut to the chase. 

I now give to you photographic evidence of his crimes.

Shoving the baby out of the gym.

Wee! Toys!

Get away from my toy, baby!

Probably unsanitary.

The fat one's only real trick is her ability to keep the couch from flying off the planet at any given time. She's really good at this trick. Seriously, I don't remember the last time the couch even hovered. Good dog!

Dream boat, Rutherford, swears this kid is being raised by wolves. I'll worry when she starts barking. Although she did take a bath in the dog bowl yesterday. 

Good grief.

 

 

Watch me have no idea what I'm doing. Or, Day 1.

So I need to find a book. 

Something along the lines of “Starting a blog for Dummies”. I’m sure someone has written it, there is a For Dummies book for everything now days. I once bought a book called “Training Dachshunds for Dummies”. Seriously. I knew at the time that they just cut and pasted the word ‘dachshund’ on the cover from the Poodle book and charged $25 for it…but I bought it anyway. Because I am a sucker. My dachshund now prances around on her hind legs, has a stupid haircut and speaks with a French accent, but that’s normal right?

Anywho..

Back to the blog.

So I decided I want to start a blog because I think I am THAT interesting. Kidding. I am not. I am not that interesting I mean, not the kidding part.

Ugh, this blogging thing is hard.

Back to work. I should probably introduce myself...

So this is me, in a nutshell:

Help! I’m in a nutshell!

Ta-da! That was my Austin Powers impersonation. So as you can see I’m really funny. Actually, my sister-in-law Sarah (I just made you famous Sarah! You’re welcome!) told me once that I am funnier on the Internet than I am in person. Therefore, you are in luck.

Okay, more about me…

I am a stay at home mama to a 9 month old baby girl, Boogie, and the other half to which I am better, is my dream boat Rutherford. (Names changed to protect the innocent.)

I am also personal slave to 2 miniature wiener dogs, hence the For Dummies book. We will, furthermore, refer to them as the fat one and the little one. They have actual names but even at home on a daily basis, we call them this. 

We live in the suburbs of Phoenix. Yeah, half the time we don’t know why either but it is lovely in the fall, winter and spring if you can survive the summer with all it’s scorpions, rattlesnakes and 120 degree heat. So. Not. Kidding.

I could go on and on....but I will spare you all the boring parts about how I am terrible at running and yet am planning on doing a marathon (WTH!), I HATE BIRDS and miniature golf courses make me want to jump off a bridge. What is up with those anyway? The best part about golf is swinging the club as hard as you can. You can't do that at a miniature golf course unless you want to take out someone grandma and a tiny version of the Sphinx. Dumb. 

In the end I cannot guarantee that I will blog every day, or every week for that matter. I do have a life, kinda. And I cannot guarantee that it will be even the slightest bit interesting to anyone but myself. But I can promise that it will be real, it is my life after all. I see having a blog as part personal diary, part therapy and part stand up comedy. Some days will be more of one and less of the others and every now and then I will throw in some helpful tidbits of advice or interesting information I come across.

I'm sure I will evolve and get more interesting with every post and maybe someday have millions of faithful followers. Until then, constructive criticism is welcome, however, I am a delicate flower so be kind. :) .

Here I go, guess there's no turning back now....